The Judy Moody Star Studded Collection - Megan Mcdonald [0]
Judy Moody Gets Famous!
Judy Moody Saves the World!
Cover illustrations copyright © 2000 and 2010
by Peter H. Reynolds
ISBN 978-0-7636-5421-4 (electronic edition)
Who’s Who
A Bad Mood
Roar!
Two Heads Are Better Than One
My Favorite Pet
My Smelly Pet
Doctor Judy Moody
The T.P. Club
The Worst Thing Ever
Definitely the Worst Thing Ever
The Funniest Thing Ever
The Me Collage
Band-Aids and Ice Cream
Judy Moody did not want to give up summer. She did not feel like brushing her hair every day. She did not feel like memorizing spelling words. And she did not want to sit next to Frank Pearl, who ate paste, in class.
Judy Moody was in a mood.
Not a good mood. A bad mood. A mad-face mood. Even the smell of her new Grouchy pencils could not get her out of bed.
“First day of school!” sang her mother. “Shake a leg and get dressed.”
Judy Moody slunk down under the covers and put a pillow over her head.
“Judy? Did you hear me?”
“ROAR!” said Judy.
She would have to get used to a new desk and a new classroom. Her new desk would not have an armadillo sticker with her name on it, like her old one last year. Her new classroom would not have a porcupine named Roger.
And with her luck, she’d get stuck sitting in the first row, where Mr. Todd could see every time she tried to pass a note to her best friend, Rocky.
Mom poked her head inside Judy’s room again. “And think about brushing that hair, okay?”
One of the worst things about the first day of school was that everybody came back from summer wearing new T-shirts that said DISNEY WORLD or SEA WORLD or JAMESTOWN: Home of Pocahontas. Judy searched her top drawer and her bottom drawer and even her underwear drawer. She could not find one shirt with words.
She wore her tiger-striped pajama pants on the bottom and a plain old no-words T-shirt on top.
“She’s wearing pajamas!” said her brother, Stink, when she came downstairs. “You can’t wear pajamas to school!”
Stink thought he knew everything now that he was starting second grade. Judy glared at him with one of her famous troll-eyes stares.
“Judy can change after breakfast,” Mom said.
“I made sunny-side-up eggs for the first day of school,” said Dad. “There’s squishy bread for dipping.”
There was nothing sunny about Judy’s egg — the yellow middle was broken. Judy slid her wobbly egg into the napkin on her lap, and fed it to Mouse, their cat, under the table.
“Summer is over, and I didn’t even go anywhere,” said Judy.
“You went to Gramma Lou’s,” said Mom.
“But that was right here in boring old Virginia. And I didn’t get to eat hot dogs and ride a roller coaster or see a whale,” said Judy.
“You rode a bumper car,” said Mom.
“Baby cars. At the mall,” Judy said.
“You went fishing and ate shark,” said Dad.
“She ate a shark?” asked Stink.
“I ate a shark?” asked Judy.
“Yes,” said Dad. “Remember the fish we bought at the market when we couldn’t catch any?”
“I ate a shark!” said Judy Moody.
Judy Moody ran back to her room and peeled off her shirt. She took out a fat marker and drew a big-mouthed shark with lots of teeth. I ATE A SHARK, she wrote in all capitals.
Judy ran out the door to the bus. She didn’t wait for Stink. She didn’t wait for kisses from Dad or hugs from Mom. She was in a hurry to show Rocky her new T-shirt with words.
She almost forgot her bad mood until she saw Rocky practicing card tricks at the bus stop. He was wearing a giant-sized blue and white T-shirt with fancy letters and a picture of the Loch Ness Monster roller coaster.
“Like my new T-shirt?” he asked. “I got it at Busch Gardens.”
“No,” said Judy Moody, even though she secretly liked the shirt.
“I like your shark,” said Rocky. When Judy didn’t say anything, he asked, “Are you in a bad mood or something?”
“Or something,” said Judy Moody.
When Judy Moody arrived in third grade, her teacher, Mr. Todd, stood by the door, welcoming everyone. “Hello there, Judy.”
“Hello, Mr. Toad,” said Judy. She cracked herself up.
“Class, please hang your backpacks on the hooks and put your lunches in the cubbies,