Junie B. Jones and the Mushy Gushy Valentime (Junie B. Jones #14)
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Barbara Park’s New York Times bestselling chapter book series, Junie B. Jones, is a classroom favorite and has been keeping kids laughing—and reading—for more than twenty years. Over 60 million copies in print and now with a bright new look for a new generation!
Meet the World’s Funniest Kindergartner—Junie B. Jones! February 14—Valentime’s Day, as Junie B. calls it—is just around the corner. Junie B. can’t wait to see all the valentimes she’ll get. But she never expected a big, mushy card from a secret admirer! Who is this secret mystery guy, anyway? Junie B. is determined to find out.
“Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set.”
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“Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty.”
my ear. “Junie B., honey, I’m really sorry. But there is no prize,” she said. “We weren’t actually having a contest.” I opened my eyes. “We weren’t?” I asked. Mrs. shook her head no. My shoulders slumped a teeny bit. “So then, a prize would be out of the question, probably,” I said. Mrs. shrugged. “I’m afraid I didn’t buy any prizes,” she said. After that, I rocked back and forth on my feet. And I thought and thought. “Would you have a mint in your drawer, maybe? Or some stickers?” I
one with the oozy slime monster on the front,” he said. “Don’t you remember it?” Just then, I made a face. ’Cause I remembered it, of course. I hurried up back to my seat again. That’s when I saw a boy named Ham. And Ham hardly even knows me. And so he was worth a try, I think. I quick went to his table. “Okay, Ham. I’m running out of patience here. So listen very careful.” I faced my eyeball at him. “Wink, wink, okay? Now are you my secret admirer or not? And please tell me the truth. Or
dancing, can we have a puppet show?” “Yes,” said a girl named Lynnie. “Or else maybe we could hire a magician.” “Or what about a wild animal act?” asked a boy named Roger. “Like a grizzly bear or a sea lion?” Just then, a boy named Paulie Allen Puffer ran right to the front of the room. And he jumped up and down all over the place. “NO! WAIT! I’VE GOT IT! I’VE GOT IT!” he shouted real excited. “WE COULD GET SOME OF THOSE JUGGLERS WHO JUGGLE CHAIN SAWS!” After that, Room Nine clapped and
both started calling each other names on the very same day.” Just then, I started to smile. ’Cause that would be fair of us, I think! After that, I skipped around him in a happy circle. On account of this was a nice development. I grabbed his hand. “Hey, Jim. Let’s go tell Mrs. that we’re friends. Want to? ’Cause she will get a kick out of this, probably,” I said. But all of a sudden, Jim plopped down on the floor. And he wouldn’t even budge. I stared and stared at the top of his head.
“Because it will be dull and boring, that’s why,” he said. “Because if you and I like each other, then I won’t tease you anymore. And if I don’t tease you, then you won’t tease me back. And that means you won’t shout silly, funny stuff at me that makes people laugh.” He rocked back and forth on his feet very bashful. “You make Room Nine sparky,” he said kind of quiet. After that, he smiled very cute. And he poked my arm with his finger. And he made a sparky sound. “Zzzzt!” he said. “Zzzzt!