Junie B. Jones Is Not a Crook (Junie B. Jones, No. 9)

Junie B. Jones Is Not a Crook (Junie B. Jones, No. 9)

Barbara Park

Language: English

Pages: 80

ISBN: 0679883428

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

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! A terrible thing happened to Junie B.! And it’s called—someone took her new black furry mittens! And they kept them! They didn’t even put them in the Lost and Found at school. So when Junie B. finds a wonderful pen on the floor, she should be allowed to keep it, too. Right? That’s fair. Right? Right?
USA Today:
“Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set.”
Publishers Weekly:
“Park convinces beginning readers that Junie B.—and reading—are lots of fun.”
Kirkus Reviews:
“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.”

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Pretty soon, Mrs. saw me out of my seat. She held my hand and marched me back to my table. “This is how fur hands look when they’re marching to my table,” I said. Mrs. plopped me in my chair. Then she pulled off my fur hands. And she put them on her desk. I did a sad sigh. “That is how fur hands look when they’re no longer in my possession,” I whispered to just myself. After that, I put my head on my desk. And covered up with my arms. And I didn’t come out for a real long time.

am Brownie. Lucille is Blackie. And that Grace is Yellowie. “I’M YELLOWIE!” shouted that Grace. “I’M BLACKIE!” shouted Lucille. “I’M BROWNIE!” I shouted. Only just then, I looked at my mittens. I did a frown. ’Cause there was a little bit of a problem here, I think. “Yeah, only how can I even be Brownie? ’Cause my horse paws are black. And so I am two different colors, apparently.” Lucille and that Grace did frowns, too. “Hmm,” said that Grace. “Hmm,” said Lucille. “Hmm,” I said. Just

the Lost and Found. I stopped. “Oh no. I wish I didn’t even remember about that,” I said. “Now I have to take my pen to the Lost and Found. Or else I won’t wear a grin.” I did a frown. ’Cause something didn’t make sense here, that’s why. “Yeah, only I was already wearing a grin,” I said. “I weared a grin as soon as I saw this wonderful thing. And so taking it to the office will only make me sad.” I tapped on my chin. “Hmm. Maybe Principal is a little mixed up about this,” I said to just

“HOW MANY CHILDREN SEE THESE LOVELY THINGS? RAISE YOUR HANDS,” I hollered. Nobody raised their hands. “HOW MANY CHILDREN THINK THESE MITTENS ARE GORGEOUS? PLEASE COME FORWARD!” I yelled. Nobody came forward. I put my hands back down and walked to that Grace. “I couldn’t create any interest,” I said very glum. Only guess what? Just then, I spotted my other bestest friend named Lucille! I ran my fastest to greet her. “LUCILLE! LUCILLE! LOOK AT MY GORGEOUS NEW MITTENS! SEE THEM? THEY ARE

Personal Beeswax: A Journal by Junie B. (and me!) Junie B.’s Essential Survival Guide to School Barbara Park says: “Finders keepers, losers weepers… I used to love that poem when I was little. Whenever I would find a ‘treasure’ in the street, I would pick it up—happily sing Finders keepers, losers weepers—and carry it right home. Then came the day that I accidentally left my brand-new red shoes in the girls’ bathroom at school. By the time I ran back for them, they were already gone.

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