Junie B. Jones Is Captain Field Day (Junie B. Jones, No. 16)
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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! Afternoon kindergarten is having a field day, and Junie B. Jones is team captain! Only, here’s the problem. Room Eight keeps on winning too many events. And so how will Room Nine ever become the kindergarten champions? As Captain Field Day, will Junie B. find a way to lead her team to victory? Or will it be up to someone else to save the day?
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in all of kindergarten!” hollered that Grace. Mrs. sat down in her chair. She crossed her arms and waited for the yelling to stop. I hurried to her desk speedy quick. “Mrs.! Mrs.! Guess what? I did not shout just then!” I said. “Did you hear me? Huh? Did you hear me not shouting? I was the only one in the whole room who didn't shout, I believe.” I pulled on her sleeve. “Maybe you should reward me for that behavior,” I said. “Huh, Mrs.? What do you think? Maybe you should make me the captain
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” she said. Then she quick took me into the hall. And she bent down next to me. “Junie B., you are very mixed up about being a team captain. Team captains are not superheroes. They're not even close, in fact.” I did a frown at that woman. “Why? Why aren't they?” I asked. “Captains are the bosses, right?” Mrs. shook her head. “No, Junie B. Not in this case, they aren't. In this case, a team captain supports the team. A team captain keeps the team united.” She looked at me.
doesn't even care who wins and loses. Room Nine just came out here to run in the air. So ha ha on you.” “Yeah,” said Ricardo. “Yeah,” said Jamal Hall. “Yeah,” said Lynnie. Then all of those people gave me a high five. ’Cause I made a good point, apparently. Pretty soon, the Room Eight teacher blew her whistle again. “The next event will be the softball throw,” she said. “Unlike the relay race, this contest is not going to be a team event. The softball throw is for anyone who wants to join
in. If you'd like to see how far you can throw the ball, please form a line behind me.” Paulie Allen Puffer was the first one in line. “I'm a good thrower,” he said. “I'm probably the best thrower in Room Nine, in fact.” Lynnie lined up next. “I'm a good thrower, too,” she said. “Me too,” said Jamal Hall. Just then, Crybaby William pulled on my cape. ’Cause he wanted to whisper again, that's why. “I'm not good at this event, either,” he said real quiet. “I don't have to do it, right,
has ears like a hawk. Strong Frankie went first. The Room Eight teacher lifted him up to the high bar. Then, quick as a wink, he did a loud grunt. And he pulled his chin right up to the bar. “ONE!” hollered Room Eight. Strong Frankie did another grunt. Then he pulled himself up again. “TWO!” shouted Room Eight. After that, he just kept right on going. Strong Frankie kept grunting and pulling. And Room Eight kept on counting. “THREE!” “FOUR!” “FIVE!” “SIX!” “SEVEN!” Finally, Strong