Judy Moody and the NOT Bummer Summer
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Megan McDonald’s story — as featured in Judy’s uber-cool movie — is back in a must have edition illustrated by Peter H. Reynolds. RARE!
Roar! It’s not bad enough that Mom and Dad are heading to California, leaving Judy and Stink with Aunt Awful (er, Opal), but now two of Judy’s friends are going Splitsville, too. Just when it looks like her summer is going to be BOR-ing- eureka! — Judy comes up with the most thrill-a-delic plan ever. Get ready for a race involving tightrope walking, Scream Monster riding, and way more! Add in a treasure hunt for Judy’s teacher, a midnight stakeout, a runaway ice cream truck, and a dash of Bigfoot, and what have you got? The Judy Moodiest summer ever!
training penguins at the North Pole or something.” “Or something,” said Frank. Judy and Frank got buckets of popcorn and headed up the stairs. The small theater was packed with popcorn-throwing, candy-chewing vampires and zombies. Judy and Frank sat in the front row, dead center. “Remember, this is a double feature. So no being a wimpburger, Frank. We have to stay till the very end if we want to get points.” “Don’t look at me. You’re the one who’ll be screaming your pants off as soon as the
Bigfoot last night at the corner of Croaker and Jefferson.” Judy gasped. Stink jumped to his feet, toppling his chair. “CROAKER and JEFFERSON? That’s where we live!” Stink shouted. Herb snapped a picture. “Whoa! You two could conduct an all-night surveillance!” said Zeke. “Are you up for it?” “You mean like a stakeout?” Stink asked. “With a tent and binoculars and emergency sirens and whistles and stuff?” Zeke nodded. Judy and Stink high-fived each other. “Yes! All right! Thrill-o-RAMA!”
pointed his whip at Judy. “Yay!” She raced into the ring. Rocky opened the box, motioning her in. “Hey, Judy!” he said, grinning. “Hey, Rock. I missed you.” Rocky latched the door. Then he and the ringmaster lifted the box onto sawhorses. Rocky put his saw to the box and started sawing. ZZZzzzz-ZZZzzzz! Abracadabra! She, Judy Moody, was sawed in half. Amazing! Then, presto change-o, she was put back together again in no time. RARE times two! On a perfect summer evening, a week before
beetle, onto the lid. “Ta-da!” Leaning on the table with one hand, she struck a pose, showing off her hat. Boing! Bugs sprang up and down on metal Slinkies. “Fantastic! I TOLD you it was a hat.” Opal held up her own hat, which was decked out with pottery shards, ribbons, colored glass, and sparkly gems. “Now all we have to do is sneak over to the library and put these on the library lions. But it has to be late at night, after dark, so nobody sees.” “That’s ten thrill points, for sure!” Judy
rickety round table. Judy and Stink squished into the giant cup from the old teacup ride. “Look at that,” said Opal. “We’re eating in the Fun Zone!” “You mean the UN-Zone,” said Judy. “It’s missing a letter.” “This has gotta be worth some thrill points,” said Opal, too cheerily. “Not as much as a cemetery Creep ’n’ Crawl.” Aunt Opal opened the picnic basket. “I know. Sorry ’bout that. Let’s see, baloney for you . . . and turkey for Stink.” “But no mayo, right?” said Stink. “Mayo is