Junie B. Jones Is a Party Animal

by Barbara Park

  Peep, said Philip Johnny Bob.

  Then pretty soon, all of us were peeping all over the place.

  “Peep, peep, peep, peep. Peep, peep, peep, peep.”

  Lucille kept on peeping louder and louder and louder.

  “PEEP! PEEP! PEEP!” she said.

  Also, she was giggling very hard.

  Finally, me and that Grace sat up in our sleeping bags. We stared at that girl.

  “Lucille is peeping out of control,” said that Grace.

  “Maybe she is overly tired,” I said. “Overly tired makes your brain go silly.”

  “PEEP!” said Lucille. “PEEP! PEEP! PEEP! PEEP! PEEP!”

  Just then, Lucille’s nanna opened the door again.

  “SILENCE!” she yelled real scary.

  Shivers came on my skin.

  Then all of us quick crawled under our covers again.

  And we closed our eyes.

  And we didn’t say another peep.

  8/Morning

  Morning came very early.

  It was still dark outside.

  I jiggled Lucille and that Grace.

  “I’m hungry,” I said. “Are you guys hungry. I am really, really hungry.”

  I shook them some more.

  “Let’s eat. You wanna eat? I really, really wanna eat.”

  Finally, Lucille and that Grace yawned and stretched.

  Then all of us put on our bathrobes and our slippers. And we went down the hall to get the nanna for breakfast.

  Lucille shaked her real gentle.

  “Wake up, Nanna,” she whispered.

  “Wake up, Nanna,” said that Grace.

  “Wake up, Nanna,” I said.

  The nanna did a snore.

  That’s how come we had to pull her up by her arms. And we turned a bright light in her face.

  The nanna yawned real big.

  It was not pleasant.

  After that, she got her robe and slippers. And she went downstairs with us.

  We sat at the long dining room table again.

  The nanna passed out cereal bowls.

  “Oh, Nanna! These are the brand-new china bowls you bought in France! These are my favorites!” said Lucille.

  All of a sudden, I felt a knot in my stomach again.

  I tapped on the nanna’s hand.

  “Yeah, only here’s the problem. I think I would like to have a plastic cereal bowl. ’Cause plastic is more my style.”

  The nanna rolled her eyes way up at the ceiling. I looked up there, too. But I didn’t see anything.

  “I don’t own any plastic cereal bowls,” she said.

  After that, she brought in the orange juice. And she poured it into teeny crystal glasses.

  I got down from my chair.

  “Yeah, only guess what? I think I will just stand here and not eat. Or else I might spill something again,” I said.

  The nanna looked and looked at me.

  Then she went into the kitchen and she brought me back a banana.

  “Here. Try this,” she said kind of nicer.

  I did a smile.

  Then I ate my banana very careful.

  And I didn’t spill a drop.

  Mother picked me up at nine o’clock.

  She came into the nanna’s big, beautiful house to get me.

  “My! What a lovely home you have here,” she said to the nanna.

  Then Mother walked to the big bowl of beautiful flowers. And she tried to smell those lovely things.

  “NO! DON’T! THEY ARE JUST FOR SHOW PROBABLY!” I hollered.

  After that, I said good-bye to my friends. And I thanked the nanna. And I quick pulled Mother out of that house. Or else she might break something, that’s why.

  I runned down the steps and got in my car. Then I rubbed my hand on the backseat.

  It was not as soft as the nanna’s backseat.

  I smiled very relieved.

  “It’s good to be back,” I said.

  Mother drove down the long driveway.

  My stomach growled real loud.

  “Guess what? My tummy is still hungry for breakfast. ’Cause I didn’t actually eat much this morning,” I said.

  Mother laughed.

  “I swear, Junie B. Your stomach is a bottomless pit,” she said.

  Just then, another great idea popped into my head!

  “Mother! Hey, Mother! Maybe you and me can stop at Grandma Miller’s for breakfast! ’Cause she fixes blueberry pancakes every Sunday morning! And blueberry pancakes is my favorite breakfast in the whole entire world!”

  Mother thinked about my offer.

  Then all of a sudden, she turned around the car. And we drove to my grandma Miller’s house. And we were just in time for blueberry pancakes!

  We ate a million bazillion of those delicious things!

  Plus also I drank orange juice out of a plastic glass!

  “Hurray!” I said. “Hurray for plastic!”

  Then me and Grandma Miller hugged and hugged.

  And guess what else?

  I think I like my regular nanna just perfect.

  Laugh out loud with Junie B. Jones!

  #1 Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus

  #2 Junie B. Jones and a Little Monkey Business

  #3 Junie B. Jones and Her Big Fat Mouth

  #4 Junie B. Jones and Some Sneaky Peeky Spying

  #5 Junie B. Jones and the Yucky Blucky Fruitcake

  #6 Junie B. Jones and That Meanie Jim’s Birthday

  #7 Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren

  #8 Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed

  #9 Junie B. Jones Is Not a Crook

  #10 Junie B. Jones Is a Party Animal

  #11 Junie B. Jones Is a Beauty Shop Guy

  #12 Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy

  #13 Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl

  #14 Junie B. Jones and the Mushy Gushy Valentime

  #15 Junie B. Jones Has a Peep in Her Pocket

  #16 Junie B. Jones Is Captain Field Day

  #17 Junie B. Jones Is a Graduation Girl

  #18 Junie B., First Grader (at last!)

  #19 Junie B., First Grader: Boss of Lunch

  #20 Junie B., First Grader: Toothless Wonder

  #21 Junie B., First Grader: Cheater Pants

  #22 Junie B., First Grader: One-Man Band

  #23 Junie B., First Grader: Shipwrecked

  #24 Junie B., First Grader: BOO…and I MEAN It!

  #25 Junie B., First Grader: Jingle Bells, Batman Smells! (P.S. So Does May.)

  #26 Junie B., First Grader: Aloha-ha-ha!

  #27 Junie B., First Grader: Dumb Bunny

  Top-Secret Personal Beeswax: A Journal by Junie B. (and me!)

  Junie B.’s Essential Survival Guide to School

  Barbara Park says:

  “When I was little, spending the night at a friend’s house for the first time always felt like an adventure. I felt like a spy, almost. So many intriguing questions waiting to be answered.

  What was her family like? What did they eat for dinner? Would I like it…or would I have to pretend to sneeze, and then quick spit it into my napkin? How late would I get to stay up? Were the parents nice…or would they yell at me if I got the giggles and couldn’t go to sleep? What did everyone’s pajamas look like? What did they have for breakfast? Were they rich? Whoa! That would be exciting, wouldn’t it? To see how rich people lived?

  When I put Junie B. into this position, I was almost as excited as she was. Finally, I’d get to spend the night in a rich person’s house! (Even if it was only in my imagination.)

  Needless to say, I was pretty surprised the way everything turned out. Even more surprised than Junie B., who ended up teaching me one of life’s great lessons: Rich is good…but blueberry pancakes are better.

  Who knew?”

  Text copyright © 1997 by Barbara Park

  Illustrations copyright © 1997 by Denise Brunkus

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and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto.

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  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Park, Barbara. Junie B. Jones is a party animal / by Barbara Park;

  illustrated by Denise Brunkus.

  p. cm.

  “A Stepping Stone book.”

  SUMMARY: Lucille invites Junie B. and her friend Grace to sleep over at her very rich nanna’s house, where everything is beautiful, expensive, and breakable.

  eISBN: 978-0-307-75476-9

  [1. Grandmothers—Fiction. 2. Wealth—Fiction.]

  I. Brunkus, Denise, ill. II. Title.

  PZ7.P2197Jtwj 1997 [Fic]—dc21 97-17320

  A STEPPING STONE BOOK is a trademark of Random House, Inc.

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