The Judy Moody Star Studded Collection - Megan Mcdonald [3]
“Hey, wait!” said Judy. “I just remembered — I need my dollar to buy Band-Aids.”
“Band-Aids are boring,” said Stink. “Besides, you have ten million. Dad says we have more Band-Aids in our bathroom than the Red Cross.”
“But I want to be a doctor,” said Judy. “Like Elizabeth Blackwell, First Woman Doctor! She started her own hospital. She knew how to operate and put together body parts and everything.”
“Body parts. Yuck!” Stink said.
“You saved Band-Aid box tops all summer,” said Rocky. “I thought you had enough to send away for that doctor doll.”
“I did. I already ordered it. Back in July. I’m still waiting for it to come. But now I need a microscope. You can look at blood or scabs or anything with it!”
Stink asked, “When do we get to China?”
“We’re still on Jefferson Street, Stink,” Rocky told him.
“Let’s look for rocks until we get to China,” said Stink.
“Let’s see who can find the best one,” said Rocky.
The three of them studied the ground as they walked. Judy found five pink pebbles and a Bazooka Joe comic with a fortune that read: MONEY IS COMING YOUR WAY. Rocky found a blue Lego and a stone with a hole in the middle — a lucky stone!
“I found a black diamond!” said Stink.
“That’s just charcoal,” said Judy.
“It’s just glass,” Rocky said.
“Wait!” Judy said, crossing her eyes at Rocky. “I think it’s a moon rock! Don’t you, Rocky?”
“Yes,” said Rocky. “Definitely.”
“How do you know?” asked Stink.
“It has craters,” Judy said.
“How did it get here?” asked Stink.
“It fell from the sky,” said Judy.
“Really?” asked Stink.
“Really,” said Rocky.
“In my Space Junk magazine, it tells how a moon rock fell from space and left a hole in Arizona once.”
“And our teacher last year told us how a moon rock hit a dog in Egypt one time. No lie,” Judy told her brother. “You’re lucky. Moon rocks are billions of years old.”
“Space Junk says moon rocks are dusty on the outside and sparkly on the inside,” said Rocky.
“There’s only one way to find out for sure if this is a moon rock then,” said Judy. Judy scouted around for a large rock. Then she clobbered Stink’s lump, smashing the moon rock to bits.
“You smashed it!” said Stink.
“Look, I think I see a sparkle!” said Rocky.
“Stink, you found a real moon rock, all right,” Judy said.
“It’s not a moon rock anymore!” cried Stink.
“Look at it this way, Stink,” said Judy. “Now you have something better than a moon rock.”
“What could be better than a moon rock?” asked Stink.
“Lots and lots of moon dust.” Judy and Rocky fell down laughing.
“I’m going home,” said Stink. He scraped up handfuls of the smashed rock, filling his pockets with dirt.
Judy and Rocky laughed the rest of the way to China, ran backward to Japan, then hopped on one foot while patting their heads until they got to Vic’s.
At Vic’s, they put their George Washington heads together for one small box of Band-Aids, and had enough left over for one jawbreaker each. Neither of them won a magic trick for Rocky’s Me collage. Not even a troll or a miniature comic book or a tattoo.
“Maybe I could put a jawbreaker on my collage,” said Rocky. “Are you going to stick some Band-Aids on yours?”
“Hey, good idea,” said Judy.
“Still a nickel left,” Rocky said. So they bought a gumball and saved it for Stink.
When they reached Judy’s driveway, Stink ran toward them, his pockets jangling with money. Stink had brown lunch bags lined up on the front steps.
“Guess what!” called Stink. “I made three dollars! Just since I got home.”
“No way,” said Judy.
“Let’s see,” said Rocky.
Stink emptied his pockets. Rocky counted twelve quarters.
“What’s in the bags?” asked Judy. “Everybody in the state of Virginia must want it.”
“Yeah, what are you selling, anyway?” asked Rocky.
“Moon dust,” said Stink.
It was Labor Day, a no-school day. Judy looked up from her Me collage on the dining-room table.
“We need a new pet,” Judy announced to her family.
“A new pet? What’s wrong with Mouse?” asked Mom. Mouse opened one eye.
“I have to pick MY FAVORITE PET. How can I pick my favorite when I only have one?”
“Pick Mouse,