Junie B., First Grader: Boss of Lunch (Junie B. Jones, No. 19)
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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 First Grader—Junie B. Jones! Something very wonderful is happening to Junie B. And it’s called—hurray, hurray!—she’s getting to be a professional lunch lady! And that means hanging out with Mrs. Gutzman in the cafeteria. And standing behind the counter. And even wearing a real actual hair net! Who knows? Pretty soon she could be the boss of the whole entire lunch operation!
“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.”
coming to eat with me?” Herb shouted back. “I'm buying my lunch today, Junie B.!” José shouted, too. “Me too. Everyone is buying today, Junie B.!” “Hoagies! We're having hoagies!” hollered Lennie. “Save us a seat!” My shoulders slumped real disappointed. ’Cause I wasn't actually expecting this development. I sat down at my table and looked all around. There was only one other person sitting there. His name is Sheldon. I do not know him that good. Sheldon waved his fingers at me. “We're
table and run wherever you please during lunch,” he said. Mrs. Gutzman nodded. “Mr. Scary is right, Junie B.,” she said. “I am very happy to see you. But you do have to learn to follow school rules.” I did a sigh. “Yeah, only I really, really wanted to find you, Mrs. Gutzman,” I said. “’Cause I missed you very much.” Mrs. Gutzman tapped on her chin. “Hmm,” she said. “Maybe I have an idea. Maybe—if you promise to follow the rules—you can come back tomorrow and help me in the kitchen. Would
your house tonight and get used to them.” I did a gasp at those wonderful things. “Thank you, Mrs. Gutzman! Thank you!” I said. “I've always wanted some of these thingamajigs!” After that, I put them on my hands very thrilled. And I waved goodbye to Mrs. Gutzman. “See you!” I said. “See you tomorrow!” Then I walked back to my lunch table with Mr. Scary. And I followed the rules for the rest of the day. After school, I ran home from my bus stop. It was Mother's day off from work.
Mother's meatloaf. And Daddy's mashed potatoes. And Ollie's creamed corn. Also, I put creamed corn on Ollie's head. That was a funny joke, I think. Only no one even laughed. Mother took my mitts away. She said that is not what mitts are for, young lady. At first, I thought I was in very big trouble. But more good news! When Mother and Daddy tucked me in bed that night, they gave me back my permission slip. And hurray! It was signed! “We're going to let you help in the kitchen,” said
my hands for her to see. “But I'm already wearing mitts, Mrs. Gutzman. See them? You already gave them to me yesterday.” “I know. But these are brand-new ones, Junie B.,” she said. “Around here, we change our plastic mitts quite often. That's how we keep from spreading germs. We're constantly washing our hands and changing our mitts.” I scratched my head. “No kidding,” I said. “Really? You mean I'm supposed to wash my hands, plus wear mitts? My, my. That's a lot of hygiene, isn't it?” Mrs.