Junie B. Jones and That Meanie Jim's Birthday (Junie B. Jones, No. 6)
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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! That meanie Jim has invited everyone in Room Nine to his birthday party on Saturday—except Junie B.! Should she have her own birthday party six months early and not invite Jim? Or should she move to It’s a Small World After All in Disneyland?
“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.”
milk. ’Cause now my stomach feels upset. And I can’t eat the rest of my cake.” “Me, too,” I said. “Now I can’t eat the rest of my cake, too. And so I will throw both our cakes in the trash can for us.” Then I picked up our cakes. And I hurried up to the trash can. I looked all around me very careful. Then I quick ducked behind the trash can. And I stuffed both those cakes right in my mouth. I rubbed my tummy real happy. “Now all I need is some milk to wash it down with,” I said. That’s
William. And I started to run at him very slow. I runned faster and faster. Till finally, I was running as fast as a speeding bumblebee. I buzzed all around William zippity quick. His eyes couldn’t even follow me that good. Then I buzzed right in his face. And quick I grabbed that invitation out of his fingers! I runned my fastest to the swing set! And guess what? William didn’t even follow me! That’s what! And here’s more good news! William’s invitation didn’t even have his name on
everything just the same! And so on Saturday you can come to my house. And I will put nail polish on my nails, just like you! And you will stay home from that birthday party, just like me!” Lucille didn’t say anything back. I tapped on her. “How come you’re not talking, twin?” I said. “How come you’re not saying anything back?” “’Cause I want to go to the party, that’s why,” said Lucille. I did a huffy breath at her. “Yes, Lucille. I know you want to go to the party. But now you and me are
and waited. Then—all of a sudden—he got down from his chair. And he holded out an invitation to me. My stomach did a flippy flop. “For me? Is that really for me!” I said very squealing. Then I snatched that thing right out of his hand. And I zoomed all around the room. “Oh boy!” I said. “It’s really for me! It’s really for me! And so now I’m not the only one!” I zoomed all around the big wood chair. Principal looked nervous of me. He hurried up and opened his door. Then I zoomed right
tool belt. I held it on my lap all the way home in the car. Then I runned into the house. And I zoomed to my room. And I put that thing on me again. “Now I can do odd jobs!” I said real thrilled. I took the hammer and tapped on my wall. Then I screwed a screw with the screwdriver. Plus also, I twisted my Teddy’s nose off with the pliers. Only I actually didn’t mean to do that one. I patted his head. “Breathe through your mouth,” I said. Just then, Mother’s voice hollered to me. “JUNIE