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Stink and the Incredible Super-Galactic Jawbreaker - Megan Mcdonald [0]

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.

Text copyright © 2006 by Megan McDonald

Cover and interior illustrations copyright © 2006 by Peter H. Reynolds

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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in an information retrieval system in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, taping, and recording, without prior written permission from the publisher.

First electronic edition 2010

The Library of Congress has cataloged the hardcover edition as follows:

McDonald, Megan.

Stink and the incredible super-galactic jawbreaker /

Megan McDonald; illustrated by Peter H. Reynolds — 1st ed.

p. cm.

Includes a list of idioms used in the story.

Summary: Seven-year-old Stink Moody discovers that he can get free samples by writing letters to candy companies and plans a surprise for his best friend’s birthday.

ISBN 978-0-7636-2158-2 (hardcover)

[1. Candy — Fiction. 2. Letters — Fiction. 3. Schools — Fiction. 4. English language — Idioms — Fiction. 5. Humorous stories.]

I. Reynolds, Peter, date, ill. II. Title.

PZ7.M1487 St 2006

[Fic] — dc22 2004062871

ISBN 978-0-7636-3236-6 (paperback)

ISBN 978-0-7636-5189-3 (electronic)

The illustrations for this book were created digitally.

Candlewick Press

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CONTENTS

Kid in a Candy Store

Finger-Lickin’ Good

A Leopard Can’t Change Its Spots

When It Rains, It Pours

Don’t Let the Bedbugs Bite

Mad As a Hornet

Double Trouble

Feel Like a Heel

A Leopard Can Change Its Spots

Gigantic!

Super-colossal!

Inter-galactic!

Stink stood smack in the middle of the Whistle Stop Candy Shop. Shelves all around him were chock-full of sourballs, penny candy (that cost ten cents), licorice shoelaces, gummy money, candy pebbles, spooky-eye gumballs, wax fangs, buttered-popcorn jellybeans, bottle caps, chocolate Scottie dogs, and mood lollipops.

Then he saw it. Right smack in the middle of it all.

Hello! Welcome to Planet Jawbreaker!

Super-galactic jawbreakers! Stink reached to pick one up. It was an earth, a globe, a world unto itself. A speckled, sparkling planet. Bigger than a marble. Bigger than a Super Ball. Bigger than a golf ball. World’s largest jawbreaker! Or at least the biggest Stink had ever seen in his whole entire seven years on the planet.

Stink’s sister, Judy, ran up to him. “Look, Stink, they have bubblegum baloney and lollipops that play music and real-and-true rain-forest gum and best of all . . . gummy brains! I can’t decide WHAT you’re getting me!”

“Your brains are gummy if you think I’m buying you stuff,” Stink told his big sister. Sometimes big sisters were so double-triple-quadruple bossy.

“C’mon, Stink. Don’t be a sourball. You have a big fat five-dollar gift certificate.”

“I earned it! Dad took me to the college, and I was in a study for short people. I had to answer really hard questions.”

“Stink, I can’t help it if I’m not short! Please, pretty please, with gummy brains on top? Just one candy cell phone? Purple candy corn? A diamond-ring lollipop? I know, I know! If you won’t buy me candy, how about this How-to-Make-Your-Own-Gum kit?”

“No, no, no, no, and nope.”

“C’mon, Stinker. Just one teeny-weeny piece of candy? How much can one piece of penny candy cost?”

“Ten cents. Some penny candy costs twenty-five cents.”

“Huh? How can something that costs a penny cost a quarter?”

“Beats me,” said Stink.

Stink’s sister, Judy, was in a mood. She slumped down on the car-seat couch in the corner of the candy store. She pretended to watch the Oompa-Loompas dancing on the TV screen in front of her. Stink popped from one shelf to the next, filling his basket with suckers and sourballs, gumballs and gummy worms.

“Stink, I’m telling Dad you’re acting like a kid in a candy store,” said Judy.

“But I AM a kid in a candy store,” said

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