The Judy Moody Double-Rare Collection - Megan Mcdonald [0]
Judy Moody, M.D.: The Doctor Is In!
Judy Moody Declares Independence
Cover illustrations copyright © 2000 and 2010
by Peter H. Reynolds
ISBN 978-0-7636-5630-0 (electronic edition)
Who’s Who
The Mood Ring
Eeny Meany Green Zucchini
Toady Calling
Madame M for Moody
The Sleeping Speller
Preposterous Hippopotamus
Antarctica
The V.I.Q.
Operation True Love
Non-Fiction Prediction
Purple Mountain Majesty
Judy Moody ate one, two, three bowls of cereal. No prize. She poured four, five, six bowls of cereal. Nothing. Seven. Out fell the Mystery Prize. She ripped open the paper wrapper.
A ring! A silver ring with an oogley center. A mood ring! And a little piece of cardboard.
WHAT MOOD ARE YOU IN? it asked.
Judy slid the ring onto her finger. She pressed her thumb to the oogley center. She squeezed her eyes tight. One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand. She hoped the ring was purple. Purple was the best. Purple was Joyful, On Top of the World.
At last, she dared to look. Oh no! She couldn’t believe her eyes. The ring was black. She knew what black meant, even without the directions. Black said Grouchy, Impossible. Black was for a bad, mad mood!
Maybe I counted wrong, thought Judy. She closed her eyes and pressed the ring again. She thought only good thoughts this time. Happy thoughts.
She thought about the time she and Rocky and Frank put a fake hand in the toilet to play a trick on Stink. She thought about the time she got a picture of her elbow in the newspaper. She thought about the time Class 3T collected enough bottles to plant trees in the rain forest. She thought of purple things. Socks and rocks and Popsicles.
Judy Moody opened her eyes.
She flunked! The ring was still black.
Could the mood ring be wrong? Judy did not think rings could lie. Especially rings with directions.
Judy froze her thumb on an ice cube and pressed the ring’s center. Black.
She ran her thumb under hot water and pressed it again. Black, black, blacker than black. Not one teeny bit purple.
I guess I’m in a bad mood and don’t even know it, thought Judy. What could I be mad about?
Judy Moody went looking for a bad mood.
She found her dad outside, planting fall flower bulbs.
“Dad,” she said, “will you take me to Fur & Fangs?”
Judy hated when her dad was too busy to take her to the pet store. She could already feel the bad mood coming on.
“Sure,” said Dad. “Just let me rinse my hands.”
“Really?” asked Judy.
“Really.”
“But you look really busy. And I have homework.”
“It’s okay,” said Dad. “I’m about finished. I’ll just wash my hands and we’ll go.”
“But what about my homework?”
“Do it after dinner,” said Dad.
“Never mind,” said Judy.
“Huh?” asked her dad.
Judy Moody went looking for an even better bad mood.
It really bugged her when her mom told her to brush her hair. So Judy took out her ponytails on purpose. Her hair stuck out in T. rex spikes. Her bangs fell over her eyes.
She found her mom reading in the pink chair.
“Hi, Mom.”
Her mom smiled at her. “Hi, honey.”
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Judy asked.
“Like what?”
“Like, ‘Go brush your hair. Get your hair out of your eyes. Your hair looks like a T. rex.’ Anything.”
“It’s from the ponytails, honey. It’ll be fine after you wash it tonight.”
“But what if somebody came to our house and knocked on the door right this very second?” Judy asked.
“Like who? Rocky?” asked Mom.
“No, like the president of the United States,” Judy said.
“Tell the president you’ll be right down. Then run upstairs and brush your hair.”
It was no use. Judy Moody had to find Stink. If anybody could put her in a bad mood, Stink could. The baddest.
Upstairs, Judy barged right into Stink’s room without knocking.
“Stink! Where’s all my doctor stuff?”
“What doctor stuff? I don’t have any.”
“But you always have my doctor stuff.”
“You told me to stop taking everything.”
“Do you have to listen to everything I say?” asked Judy.
Judy glared at her ring. “This mood ring lies.” She yanked it off and threw it into the