Junie B. Jones Is a Party Animal - Barbara Park [8]
I tapped on the nanna’s hand.
“Yeah, only here’s the problem. I think I would like to have a plastic cereal bowl. ’Cause plastic is more my style.”
The nanna rolled her eyes way up at the ceiling. I looked up there, too. But I didn’t see anything.
“I don’t own any plastic cereal bowls,” she said.
After that, she brought in the orange juice. And she poured it into teeny crystal glasses.
I got down from my chair.
“Yeah, only guess what? I think I will just stand here and not eat. Or else I might spill something again,” I said.
The nanna looked and looked at me.
Then she went into the kitchen and she brought me back a banana.
“Here. Try this,” she said kind of nicer.
I did a smile.
Then I ate my banana very careful.
And I didn’t spill a drop.
Mother picked me up at nine o’clock.
She came into the nanna’s big, beautiful house to get me.
“My! What a lovely home you have here,” she said to the nanna.
Then Mother walked to the big bowl of beautiful flowers. And she tried to smell those lovely things.
“NO! DON’T! THEY ARE JUST FOR SHOW PROBABLY!” I hollered.
After that, I said good-bye to my friends. And I thanked the nanna. And I quick pulled Mother out of that house. Or else she might break something, that’s why.
I runned down the steps and got in my car. Then I rubbed my hand on the backseat.
It was not as soft as the nanna’s backseat.
I smiled very relieved.
“It’s good to be back,” I said.
Mother drove down the long driveway.
My stomach growled real loud.
“Guess what? My tummy is still hungry for breakfast. ’Cause I didn’t actually eat much this morning,” I said.
Mother laughed.
“I swear, Junie B. Your stomach is a bottomless pit,” she said.
Just then, another great idea popped into my head!
“Mother! Hey, Mother! Maybe you and me can stop at Grandma Miller’s for breakfast! ’Cause she fixes blueberry pancakes every Sunday morning! And blueberry pancakes is my favorite breakfast in the whole entire world!”
Mother thinked about my offer.
Then all of a sudden, she turned around the car. And we drove to my grandma Miller’s house. And we were just in time for blueberry pancakes!
We ate a million bazillion of those delicious things!
Plus also I drank orange juice out of a plastic glass!
“Hurray!” I said. “Hurray for plastic!”
Then me and Grandma Miller hugged and hugged.
And guess what else?
I think I like my regular nanna just perfect.
Laugh out loud with Junie B. Jones!
#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!
#27 Junie B., First Grader: Dumb Bunny
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Barbara Park says:
“When I was little, spending the night at a friend’s house for the first time always felt like an adventure. I felt like a spy, almost. So many intriguing questions waiting to be answered.
What was her family like? What did they eat for dinner? Would I like it…or would I have to pretend