Junie B. Jones Is a Beauty Shop Guy (Junie B. Jones, No. 11)
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Barbara Park’s New York Times bestselling chapter book series, Junie B. Jones, is a classroom favorite and has been keeping kids laughing—and reading—for more than twenty years. Over 60 million copies in print and now with a bright new look for a new generation!
Meet the World’s Funniest Kindergartner—Junie B. Jones! Junie B. wants to be a beauty shop guy when she grows up. But first she needs a little practice. And a few volunteers. Like her bunny slippers. And her dog. And maybe even . . . herself? Is Junie B. on her way to a great new career? Or is she about to have the worst hair day ever?
“Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set.”
“Park convinces beginning readers that Junie B.—and reading—are lots of fun.”
“Junie’s swarms of young fans will continue to delight in her unique take on the world. . . . A hilarious, first-rate read-aloud.”
“Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty.”
wonderful!” I said. “And here’s another wonderful thing. I already have a name tag and a towel and a broom and some scissors! And so I am all set to go to work, probably!” Just then, Daddy quick pulled the car to the curb. “No, Junie B. No. You’re not all set to go to work,” he said. “You don’t just pick up some scissors and start cutting hair. Do you understand? Working in a beauty shop takes years and years of practice.” “Yeah, only I already know that,” I said. “I already know it takes
locked the door real secret. And I filled the sink with water. Then I dunked Teddy up and down. And I put shampoo on that guy. I singed a happy song. It is called “Dunking Teddy Up and Down and Putting Shampoo on That Guy.” Only too bad for me. ’Cause pretty soon, Teddy’s head got soaky wet with water. And he couldn’t hold it up that good. It flopped all around his neck. I stood him up in the sink. He was a giant sog ball. I felt sickish inside my stomach. That’s how come I wrapped him in
with the devil horns. And I plopped it on his head. All of a sudden, Mother opened my door. I backed up from her. “H-h-hello,” I said kind of nervous. “How are you today? I am fine. Plus Tickle is fine, too.” I did a gulp. “He is wearing clothes, apparently,” I said. Just then, Mother walked to Tickle real slow. And she took off his hat. That is how come I quick runned out of my room. And down the hall. And outside into the yard. ’Cause I didn’t want to be there when the sweater came
even ruined! I smiled real thrilled. “I knew I could do this! I knew it! I knew it! All I needed was practice!” After that, I snipped some more bangs. Plus, I snipped some sides. And some top. And some back. After I was finished, I looked in the mirror again. I did a teeny frown. “Hmm. My bangs do not look even-steven,” I said. That’s how come I tried to even them up. Only those dumb things kept getting tiltier and tiltier. Finally, I got fusstration inside me. And I took a whole big
DRESSED! AND SO PLEASE GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM!” Grampa Miller laughed. “Okay, okay. I get the message,” he said. “I’ll go make you a sandwich. You’d better hurry up, though. I’ve got to do some errands, so I’m driving you to school today.” His feet walked back to the kitchen. I sat down on my bed real upset. ’Cause sprigs is the terriblest trouble I ever even saw. 8/Hats I didn’t know what to do. How could I even go to school? ’Cause everyone would see my sprigs! And they