Junie B., First Grader_ Aloha-Ha-Ha! - Barbara Park [0]
#1 Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus
#2 Junie B. Jones and a Little Monkey Business
#3 Junie B. Jones and Her Big Fat Mouth
#4 Junie B. Jones and Some Sneaky Peeky Spying
#5 Junie B. Jones and the Yucky Blucky Fruitcake
#6 Junie B. Jones and That Meanie Jim's Birthday
#7 Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren
#8 Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed
#9 Junie B. Jones Is Not a Crook
#10 Junie B. Jones Is a Party Animal
#11 Junie B. Jones Is a Beauty Shop Guy
#12 Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy
#13 Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl
#14 Junie B. Jones and the Mushy Gushy Valentime
#15 Junie B. Jones Has a Peep in Her Pocket
#16 Junie B. Jones Is Captain Field Day
#17 Junie B. Jones Is a Graduation Girl
#18 Junie B., First Grader (at last!)
#19 Junie B., First Grader: Boss of Lunch
#20 Junie B., First Grader: Toothless Wonder
#21 Junie B., First Grader: Cheater Pants
#22 Junie B., First Grader: One-Man Band
#23 Junie B., First Grader: Shipwrecked
#24 Junie B., First Grader: BOO … and I MEAN It!
#25 Junie B., First Grader: Jingle Bells, Batman Smells! (P.S. So Does May.)
#26 Junie B., First Grader: Aloha-ha-ha!
Top-Secret Personal Beeswax: A Journal by Junie B. (and me!)
Check out Barbara Park's other funny books, listed at the end of this book!
To the totally indispensable, completely irreplaceable,
occasionally excitable, but always lovable …
Cathy Goldsmith
1. Flinging
2. Pair-o-Dice
3. New Friend
4. Being a Sandwich
5. Tight Fit
6. Chicken of the Ocean
7. Flower Head
8. Clicking
9. Aloha!
I stopped writing and raised my hand.
Mr. Scary was not looking at me.
When teachers don't look, you have to stand up and shout. Or else how are they supposed to notice you?
I stood up and shouted.
“MR. S.! MR. S.! HOW LONG UNTIL WE HAVE SHOW-AND-TELL, DO YOU THINK?”
Mr. Scary wrinkled his eyebrows at me.
I am not supposed to call him Mr. S., I believe.
“Please sit down, Junie B.,” he said. “It's still journal time. And journal time is quiet time.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I know. Only I'd actually like to wrap things up and get started with Show-and-Tell now.”
Mr. Scary sucked in his cheeks.
“Sit down,” he said again. “We will have Show-and-Tell shortly.”
I looked at the clock. “How many minutes is shortly?” I asked. “Is it one minute or eight minutes or eleven minutes? On account of if it's one minute, I can wait, probably. But eleven minutes would be out of the question.”
Mr. Scary walked back to my desk. And he sat me in my chair.
I glanced up at him. “All I'm looking for is a rough estimate,” I said.
Just then, my neighbor named May leaned across the aisle. And she did a giant SHH! in my face.
I quick wiped my cheek.
“EW!” I hollered. “EW! EW! EW!”
’Cause May got spittle on me, that's why! And spittle is the grown-up word for spitooey!
I zoomed to the back of the room. And I climbed on the stool to reach the faucet. But Mr. Scary beat me to it.
He wet a paper towel and wiped my face.
“Thank you,” I said. “I needed that.”
Mr. Scary rolled his eyes.
“You're being very rambunctious this morning, aren't you, Junie B. Jones?” he said.
I scratched my head at that vocabulary.
“Okay. You lost me on that one,” I said.
“Rambunctious,” he repeated. “Rambunctious means—”
May's voice interrupted.
“BAD!” she called out. “’Bunctious means bad, Junie Jones! You're being bad this morning! Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad!”
I turned to look at her.
Her chair was spun around to face the back of the room.
She was watching me like an audience.
Mr. Scary ran his fingers through his tired hair.
Then he went to May's desk. And he turned her back in the right direction.
Teachers spend a lot of time adjusting people.
After he came back, he bent down next to me. And he made his voice more private.
“Junie B., I know why you're excited,” he whispered. “Your mother called me on the phone last night. And she told me about your vacation next week.”
I threw out my arms real thrilled.