Ivy and Bean Boxed Set, Volume 2 (Books 4-6)
Annie Barrows, Sophie Blackall
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
This bundle continues the adventures of the spunky second graders. It includes books 4, 5 and 6 in the Ivy and Bean series.
- Ivy and Bean Take Care of the Babysitter (Book 4)
- Ivy and Bean Bound to Be Bad (Book 5)
- Ivy and Bean Doomed to Dance (Book 6)
moly, I can’t even think nice thoughts about Nancy, and she’s my sister.” “I’m thinking nice thoughts about Crummy Matt,” Ivy announced. “No way!” said Bean. Crummy Matt was the meanest kid Bean knew. He was so mean he told little kids that chocolate milk was brown because it had poop in it. He was so mean that he kicked kickballs onto the school roof on purpose, so no one else could play with them. He was so mean he threw rocks at cats. “Uh-huh,” said Ivy proudly. “I am.” “There’s nothing
ker-plop, ker-plop. When she reached the other side of the ballet studio, Dulcie stood before Madame Joy and held out her tiny pink dance skirt. Then she swirled one leg behind the other and curtseyed. “Show-off,” whispered Bean. “I can’t believe that we asked for this,” said Ivy, her eyes on Dulcie. “We didn’t just ask. We begged,” Bean said glumly. It was true. They had begged. After everyone had leaped, Madame Joy clapped her hands and told them they had to be butterflies. Bean
saying. Something about permission slips. She was waving a piece of paper. Who knew what it was about? “Does anyone have any questions about our trip?” asked Ms. Aruba-Tate. “What trip?” asked Bean. “Will someone tell Bean about our field trip to the aquarium?” said Ms. Aruba-Tate. “Emma?” “We’re going on a field trip to the aquarium,” said Emma. “To see some ocean life,” said Dusit. “We’re going to see them feed the sharks,” said Eric. “Raw meat.” “And baby penguins,” said Zuzu.
They were gone. Triple-doomed, thought Bean. Bean opened her eyes. Nancy was standing in the doorway. She had her hair up in a bouncy ponytail. She was smiling with lots of teeth, like a camp counselor. “Do you want to play cards?” she said in a peppy voice. “No,” said Bean. “Why are you so happy?” Nancy’s smile got even bigger. “Because I’m getting twenty dollars for this.” WHO’S IN CHARGE? “I’m the one who should get twenty dollars,” Bean said. It was about the fifth time she had
freedom. A rope ladder. A daring escape. Cool! THE UNDERSHIRT OF FREEDOM Bean needed some rope, and she needed something to tie it to. But the first thing she needed was Ivy. Bean looked out the window again. Ivy was dropping another rock into mud. Splat. Her lips were still moving. How was Bean going to get her attention? If she screamed out the window, Nancy would hear. Smoke signals would be perfect, but Bean’s mother always said that if Bean used matches, she would live to regret it.