Junie B. Jones Is a Party Animal - Barbara Park [6]
And guess what? I didn’t even break anything!
“Hey! I think I am getting the hang of this party!” I said very happy.
Just then, the nanna knocked on Lucille’s door.
“Time for you ladies to put your pajamas on,” she told us.
I danced all around the room real happy.
“Hurray!” I said “Hurray for pajamas! ’Cause I brought my favorites!”
I quick put them on.
“See them, Nanna? See how biggish and baggish they are? That is how come they feel so comfortable!”
The nanna’s eyes looked down at me.
“How very…charming,” she said.
Just then, that Grace jumped right in front of me.
“Look at mine, Nanna!” she said. “See mine? My pajamas have neon-green polka dotties on them!”
“How very …colourful,” said the nanna.
All of a sudden, Lucille popped out of her big closet.
“Ta-da! Look at me, everyone! I am wearing my beauteous pink satin nightie! See me? See how lovely I look! I look like a gorgeous model in this thing!” she said.
Lucille let me and that Grace feel her material.
“How very…smoothie,” I said.
After that, me and Grace unrolled our sleeping bags on the floor. And the nanna took the silk bedspread off Lucille’s bed.
“Time to get your beauty sleep, Princess,” she told Lucille.
Then those two kissed and hugged good night. And the nanna shut the door.
Only guess what?
Lucille didn’t even get in bed. She kept twirling all around in her pink satin nightgown.
“This is how models twirl,” she said. “They twirl so you can see their fronts and their backs.”
Lucille wouldn’t stop twirling.
“See my front? See my back?” she said.
Me and that Grace got up on her bed to watch her twirl.
Lucille’s bed was soft and cushy.
We bounced up there a teeny bit.
Lucille stopped twirling.
“Hey! Don’t!” she said. “That bed is for beauty sleep only!”
I patted her bed very admiring.
“Yeah, only it’s too bad we can’t actually play up here. ’Cause this mattress is a bouncy one,” I said.
Just then, Lucille’s face did a sneaky smile.
“Want to bounce?” she said real soft. “Want to really, really bounce?”
She tippytoed to her door and looked down the hall.
“Come on,” she whispered. “Follow me.”
I grabbed Philip Johnny Bob and followed after Lucille and that Grace.
We tippytoed down the hall and around the corner.
Then Lucille opened the door to a big guest room. And there was a giant bed in that place!
“See it!” she said. “See how huge that bed is? My nanna had it specially made in case we have tall company!”
Lucille quick shut the door after us.
“Come on! Let’s go!” she said.
And so all of us runned to the big bed speedy quick! And we jumped and jumped and jumped on that thing!
I sang a joyful song.
It is called “Jumping, Jumping, Jumping on the Giant Bed.”
“JUMPING…JUMPING…JUMPING ON THE GIANT BED,” I sang.
Only too bad for me. ’Cause all of a sudden, I remembered something very important. And it is called Mother and Daddy said no jumping.
I got off the bed speedy fast.
“Yeah, only here’s the problem,” I said. “I am not actually allowed to jump. ’Cause Mother and Daddy said no jumping. And so you guys should stop jumping, too. ’Cause that would be polite of you.”
Lucille and that Grace didn’t pay attention to me.
That is how come I had to get back on the giant bed and shout in their faces.
“STOP JUMPING, I SAID! ’CAUSE I AM NOT ALLOWED TO JUMP! AND YOU GUYS SHOULDN’T JUMP, TOO!”
Grace springed way high in the air.
“Who’s jumping? I’m not jumping,” she said.
She giggled very silly. “I’m bouncing!”
Just then, my whole face got happy.
I hugged and hugged that girl.
’Cause Mother and Daddy didn’t say I couldn’t bounce!
After that, I bounced and bounced and bounced.
“BOUNCING…BOUNCING…BOUNCING ON THE GIANT BED,” I sang.
I bounced till sweat came on my head.
Then I flopped down on the bed to rest.
I flopped on a plumpery pillow.
“Oooo, Lucille! This is the most plumpery pillow I ever even saw!” I told her.
“Of course it is, silly,” said Lucille. “That’s because my nanna has all her pillows handmade in Sweden.