Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed (Junie B. Jones, No. 8)
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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. knows there’s no such thing as monsters. Mother and Daddy even said so. But then why is there monster drool on Junie B.’s pillow? Oh, no! What if Paulie Allen Puffer is right—what if she really does have a monster under her bed? If Junie B. goes to sleep, the monster might see her feet hanging down. And he might think her piggy toes are yummy little wiener sausages!
“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.”
a cheese man is there. He makes you say cheese. Only I don’t actually know why. Then he takes pictures of you. And your mother has to buy them. Or else you will get your feelings hurt. School pictures is a racket, I think. I wore my new dress with the dinosaur on the front. “A dinosaur, huh?” said the cheese man. I smoothed my skirt very lovely. “Yes,” I said. “It is a Tyrannosaurus Dottie.” “You mean Tyrannosaurus Rex,” he said. “No. I mean Tyrannosaurus Dottie. ’Cause Rex is the boy.
fun, don’t you think?” I asked. This time, Mother marched me back to my room real fast. “Do not get up again, Junie B.,” she said. “Enough is enough.” I waited for her feet to walk away. Then I tippytoed to my baby brother’s room. And I climbed into his crib. It was very crowded in there. That’s how come I had to get out and put baby Ollie on the floor. Then I climbed in his crib again. And I pulled up the blanket all warm and cozy. Only too bad for me, ’cause just then that crybaby baby
“Here, Tickle! You can sleep right on my pillow! ’Cause Mother won’t even find out about this!” Tickle springed right up there. He runned all around on my bed. He put his head under my sheets and runned down to my feet. “No, Tickle! No! No! You have to come back up here! Or else how will you even protect me?” I pulled him back up. He put his paws on Raggedy Larry. And chewed his red hair. “No, Tickle! No! No!” I said. Just then, Tickle springed over me. And he landed on my elephant named
floor. And I quick picked up Raggedy Ruth. I ran to Mother and Daddy’s room. They were sleeping and snoring. “Shh,” I said to Raggedy Larry. “Shh,” I said to Philip Johnny Bob. Then all of us crawled down the middle of their bed. And we sneaked under their covers. Only too bad for me. ’Cause Mother rolled right over on Philip Johnny Bob’s trunk. And it waked her right up. She turned on the light. I did a gulp. “Hello. How are you today? Me and my friends are sleeping here. ’Cause we
cleaner bag in the trash compactor. And she squished the monster into a flatso.” Just then, I hugged and hugged that girl! ’Cause that was brilliant, of course! “Thank you, Grace! Thank you! Thank you! ’Cause I have a vacuum cleaner right in my very own home! And so I can do that too, probably!” After I got off my bus, I zoomed to my house speedy fast. “GRANDMA MILLER! GRANDMA MILLER! I KNOW HOW TO GET RID OF THE MONSTER!” I hollered. Then I runned to the closet and got Mother’s vacuum