Junie B. Jones Is a Beauty Shop Guy - Barbara Park [3]
I quick picked them up and put them in my beauty chair.
After that, I skipped all around them. And I snipped their long white fur.
I singed a lovely song.
It is called “Snipping, Snipping, Snipping Their Long White Fur.”
It was the funnest fun I ever even had.
After I got done, I holded them up to the mirror so they could see theirselves.
They did not smile.
“We’re baldies,” they said real soft.
I did a big breath at those guys.
“Yeah, only I already know you are baldies. But that is not my fault. ’Cause you kept on wiggling while I was trimming you,” I said.
I petted their heads very nice.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered. “’Cause bunny fur probably grows back, probably. I’m almost positive, sort of.”
Then I hugged them real gentle. And I throwed them under my bed.
’Cause I didn’t want Mother and Daddy to see them, that’s why.
After that, I got in bed and did a sigh.
This job was going to take more practice than I thought.
5/Teddy and Tickle
My bunny slippers didn’t grow their fur back.
I peeked at them the whole entire weekend. Only no fur growed at all. Not even a teensy fuzzy.
On Monday—at school—I didn’t feel like playing at recess.
My bestest friend named Grace put her arm around me.
“What’s wrong, Junie B.?” she said. “How come you don’t want to play today?”
I hanged my head real glum.
“’Cause bunny fur doesn’t grow back, that’s why,” I said. “Only who knew? And so now I can’t be a beauty shop guy when I grow up, probably. And that was my hopes and dreams.”
That Grace’s eyes got big and wide at me.
“Hey! Me, too!” she said. “Being a beauty shop guy is my hopes and dreams, too! My aunt Lola owns her very own beauty shop. And she already said I could be a shampoo girl!”
Just then, my other bestest friend named Lucille started fluffing her fluffy hair.
“When I grow up, I’m going to be a client,” she said. “A client is the person who goes to the beauty shop and spends a small fortune.”
She took a little brush out of her purse. And she started brushing her hair.
“See how shiny my hair is? It’s soft and silky, too. Soft and silky and well-conditioned.”
She shaked it all around in the air.
“A woman’s hair is her crowning glory,” she said. “Want to feel it? Huh? Do you?”
After that, she shaked her hair all around in the air.
“You’re getting on my nerves,” I said.
Just then, that Grace clapped her hands real loud.
“Junie B.! Junie B.! I just thought of something! Maybe Aunt Lola will let you be a shampoo girl, too! And so both of us can be shampoo girls together!”
I did a gasp.
“Really, Grace? Do you really think she would? Really, really, really?”
Then I hugged that Grace as tight as I could.
’Cause guess what?
My hopes and dreams was back!
After I got home from school, I runned to my room speedy quick.
I grabbed my fuzzy teddy off my bed. And I zoomed to the bathroom.
My grandma Helen Miller shouted hello at me. She was in the nursery with my baby brother named Ollie.
“HELLO TO YOU, TOO!” I shouted back. “ONLY HERE’S AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE! ’CAUSE RIGHT NOW I AM SHUTTING THE BATHROOM DOOR. ON ACCOUNT OF THAT IS CALLED PRIVACY, MADAM!”
After that, I locked the door real secret. And I filled the sink with water.
Then I dunked Teddy up and down. And I put shampoo on that guy.
I singed a happy song. It is called “Dunking Teddy Up and Down and Putting Shampoo on That Guy.”
Only too bad for me. ’Cause pretty soon, Teddy’s head got soaky wet with water. And he couldn’t hold it up that good.
It flopped all around his neck.
I stood him up in the sink. He was a giant sog ball.
I felt sickish inside my stomach.
That’s how come I wrapped him in a towel. And I hurried up back to my room.
After that, I patted his sog ball head real gentle. And I throwed him under the bed with my slippers.
I hanged my head real gloomy.
“Darn it,” I said. “I am not a good shampoo girl, either. And so now I can never work at Aunt Lola’s with that Grace, probably.”
Just then, my dog named Tickle scratched at my door.
“Go away, Tickle,” I said. “I am not in a playing