Junie B. Jones and the Mushy Gushy Valen Part 1

Junie B. Jones and the Mushy Gushy Valen.

Barbara Park.

1/Party Ideas

My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all.

I go to school in Room Nine. Room Nine is where they have afternoon kindergarten.

Also they have morning kindergarten. Only I am not familiar with that arrangement.

Today at school, my teacher had a 'nouncement to make.

A 'nouncement is the school word for is the school word for listen to me...and I MEAN it. listen to me...and I MEAN it.

My teacher's name is Mrs. She has another name, too. But I just like Mrs. and that's all.

Mrs. told us that we are going to have a special day in Room Nine. And it is called Valentime's Day.

She said that valentimes are special cards about friendship. And all of us in Room Nine are going to give them to each other!

My bestest friend Lucille squealed real happy.

"Oooo! I love getting cards, Teacher!" she said. "I especially love getting the kind with money in them. Money is my favorite kind of mail!"

"Me, too, Lucille!" I said. "Money is my favorite kind of mail, too. Plus also I enjoy the Publishers Clearing House sweepstakes."

Mrs. did a chuckle.

"Well, I'm sorry, girls. But I'm afraid there won't be money in our valentines," she said. "In Room Nine we will just be sending happy wishes to each other. But it will still be lots of fun."

She smiled.

"We will be making a special valentines box to hold all the cards. And on the day of our party, I will personally deliver the cards to each one of you," she explained.

Just then, I jumped right out of my chair. 'Cause n.o.body even mentioned a party before!

"Hurray!" I yelled. "Hurray for parties! Can we have cake and doughnuts, Mrs.? And what about cheese popcorn and cotton candy and pretzels and candy apples?"

I thought some more.

"Plus also we'll need red licorice and peanut b.u.t.ter cups, probably. And chocolate-covered raisins. Oh yeah, and malted milk b.a.l.l.s! AND GUMMI BEARS!"

I looked over at her.

"Maybe you should be writing this down," I said.

Mrs. shook her head no. She said we would have cupcakes, punch, and candy hearts.

I sat back down very disappointed.

'Cause not much thought went into the menu, that's why.

Lucille stood up.

"What kind of punch, Teacher?" she asked. "Will it have fresh raspberries and strawberries floating in it? My nanna's caterer always puts fresh raspberries and strawberries into our punch. And it is delicious."

After that, Lucille twirled around in her fluffy dress.

"And what about dancing? I am learning ballroom dancing at my expensive dancing school. And so I would be happy to teach the children who are cheaper than me."

Mrs. stared at Lucille a real long time.

"How very generous of you," she said finally. "But I don't think we'll be having ballroom dancing, Lucille."

Jamal Hall waved his hand in the air.

"Then what about a puppet show?" he asked. "If we can't have dancing, can we have a puppet show?"

"Yes," said a girl named Lynnie. "Or else maybe we could hire a magician."

"Or what about a wild animal act?" asked a boy named Roger. "Like a grizzly bear or a sea lion?"

Just then, a boy named Paulie Allen Puffer ran right to the front of the room. And he jumped up and down all over the place.

"NO! WAIT! I'VE GOT IT! I'VE GOT IT!" he shouted real excited. "WE COULD GET SOME OF THOSE JUGGLERS WHO JUGGLE CHAIN SAWS!"

After that, Room Nine clapped and whistled and hooted and hollered.

'Cause who doesn't love chain-saw jugglers? That's what I would like to know!

After we finished clapping, we looked at Mrs.

Her head was on her desk. And her eyes were staring out the door.

Then all of the children in Room Nine got very quiet.

'Cause Mrs. was scaring us a little bit.

Plus also we were out of party ideas.

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The next day, me and my bestest friend named Grace were playing on the playground.

And guess what?

We saw Mrs. carry a giant box into Room Nine!

It was the box we were going to decorate for Valentime's Day, I think!

"Wowie wow wow! That thing will hold a million bajillion Valentime's cards!" I said real thrilled.

That Grace did a frown at me.

"Stop saying valentime, valentime, Junie B.," she said. "You keep on saying valen Junie B.," she said. "You keep on saying valentime with an with an m m sound. And you are supposed to say valen sound. And you are supposed to say valentine with an with an n n sound." sound."

I did a frown back at her.

"Who said so?" I asked.

"I said so," said that Grace. "Didn't you hear my voice? I just got finished telling you it has an n n in it. The word is valen in it. The word is valentine."

I did a huffy breath at that girl.

"You are not the boss of my words, Grace," I said. "This is a freed country. And if I want to say valentime, I can. And I will not even go to jail." I can. And I will not even go to jail."

That Grace looked annoyed at me.

"I didn't say say you would go to jail, Junie B.," she said. "I just wish you would say the word correctly, that's all." you would go to jail, Junie B.," she said. "I just wish you would say the word correctly, that's all."

"Yeah well, we can't always have what we wish for, Grace," I told her. "I wish valentime had an m in it. But it doesn't, does it?"

After that, me and that Grace made squinty eyes at each other. Plus also we crossed our arms. And we tapped our angry feet.

Only pretty soon we got tired of that. 'Cause fighting with your friends is not that fun.

That's how come both of us hugged each other. And we said a 'pology.

"Sorry, Junie B.," said Grace. "Sorry I tried to be the boss of your words."

"Sorry, Grace," I said back. "Sorry valentime doesn't have an m in it."

After that, both of us holded hands. And we skipped all the way to Room Nine.

That is called a victory skip.

And guess what else?

After we got to Room Nine, Mrs. said it was time to decorate the valentimes box!

Everybody quick sat down in their seats.

Then we watched Mrs. cover the box with shiny white paper. Plus also she cut a mail slot in the top.

After that, all of the children got our scissors. And we cut out paper hearts to paste onto the sides.

I cut my fastest.

"Mrs.! Look! Look!" I said. "I am already done cutting my heart! And so I have the fastest scissors in Room Nine, probably!"

Just then, a meanie boy named Jim jumped up from his chair.

"No, you don't! Look over here! I already cut two two hearts! See? One...two! So ha ha on you!" he said. hearts! See? One...two! So ha ha on you!" he said.

I quick cut another heart.

"Yeah, well now I have two, too! And so you are not the winner anymore, Meanie Jim!"

Jim held up one more.

"Three!" he yelled. "I just cut number three! So I am still one ahead of you!"

I made my scissors go speedy fast.

"Ha! Now I have three, too. So there!" I said.

Jim did a fast snip.

"Four! I'm up to four!" he said.

That's how come I got fusstration inside me.

"STOP IT, JIM! STOP CUTTING SO FAST! AND I MEAN IT!"

After that, I tried to cut one more heart. But my scissors went very out of control. And my heart turned out like scribble sc.r.a.ps!

"DARN IT! NOW NOW LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!" I hollered real mad. LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!" I hollered real mad.

All of a sudden, a big hand came flying over the top of my head. And it s.n.a.t.c.hed my scissors right off my fingers.

I bended my head back to see who it was.

It was Mrs.

I did a gulp.

"I was afraid it was you," I said kind of soft.