Judy Moody and the NOT Bummer Summer
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Megan McDonald’s story — as featured in Judy’s uber-cool movie — is back in a must have edition illustrated by Peter H. Reynolds. RARE!
Roar! It’s not bad enough that Mom and Dad are heading to California, leaving Judy and Stink with Aunt Awful (er, Opal), but now two of Judy’s friends are going Splitsville, too. Just when it looks like her summer is going to be BOR-ing- eureka! — Judy comes up with the most thrill-a-delic plan ever. Get ready for a race involving tightrope walking, Scream Monster riding, and way more! Add in a treasure hunt for Judy’s teacher, a midnight stakeout, a runaway ice cream truck, and a dash of Bigfoot, and what have you got? The Judy Moodiest summer ever!
again. A zombie’s eye fell out and rolled down the street. “Holy eyeball!” yelled Frank. “Good thing he’s dead already,” said Judy. “SHHH!” said a zombie cheerleader behind them. “It’s true. The dead are among us,” said a spooky voice. “They’re taking over the town of Pittsylvania. Lock your doors. Bolt your windows.” Zombies marched through town, punching through walls and knocking down doors. One zombie ate something that looked like a human leg. Frank gasped, spraying Judy with soda.
Stink,” Stink said, beaming. “So, Stink, Bigfoot fever is sweeping the county with twenty-seven recent sightings nearby. Is that what inspired you to build a statue of Bigfoot?” “Stink’s on TV!” Judy screeched. “Last one downstairs is a fuzzy pickle!” said Opal. They pounded down the stairs and out the door. “People say Bigfoot isn’t real. How do you answer that, Stink Moody?” “He is too real. And I’m gonna catch him!” “If you do catch him, Mr. Stink Moody, you’ll be the most famous kid in
was, like, a baby. She could be a zombie, for all I know!” Just then, Stink clomped into the room wearing an old green blanket stuck all over with leaves, twigs, and cranberries. “Do I look like a berry bush?” “Ummm . . .” said Dad. “You look like a beaver dam,” said moody Judy. “I’m trying to fake out Bigfoot.” “Oh, in that case, then definitely,” said Dad. “Absolutely.” “Great!” Stink skipped out of the kitchen. “So,” Judy said, ticking off on her fingers. “I’m not going to Borneo. I’m
sister. She doesn’t believe in Bigfoot. Can you believe that?” “Seriously?” “Mega-total super-seriously,” said Judy. “Show her, Zeke. Show her the proof!” “Do you think she can handle the Cave?” Zeke asked. Stink nodded. “Follow me,” Zeke told Judy. He headed to the back of the store, past a red macaw on a perch. “Bigfoot lives! Bigfoot lives!” said the macaw. Judy jumped, then quickly followed Zeke and Stink through a beaded curtain, past piles of cages, pet food, and pet supplies. Zeke’s
and Frank zoomed inside. They searched in the pool, around the pool, under the lifeguard, at the food window, even inside the Little Loo Loo. P.U.! Frank’s head popped up from inside a giant bin of pool noodles. “Frog! I was SURE he’d be in here.” “Don’t worry. We’ll find him. We have ALLLLL summer.” Judy and Frank craned their necks, staring up, up, up at the twisting, turning roller coaster. Screeches and screams filled the air. “Super-cali-fragi-listic-expi-thrill-a-delic!” said Judy.