Junie B. Jones #10: Junie B. Jones Is a Party Animal
Junie B. Jones #10: Junie B. Jones Is a Party Animal is a part of the Junie B. Jones A Stepping Stone Book ™ collections.
“Hilarious. Barbara Park makes reading fun.” —Dav Pilkey, author of Dog Man
Barbara Park’s #1 New York Times bestselling chapter book series, Junie B. Jones, has been keeping kids laughing—and reading—for more than twenty-five years. Over 65 million copies sold!
Meet the World’s Funniest Kindergartner—Junie B. Jones! Lucille is having a sleepover party—at her richie nanna’s big giant house! Grace and Junie B. can’t wait to see all the rich stuff in that place. Sleeping over at the nanna’s is sure to be a dream come true! ’Cause what could possibly go wrong?
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.”
Time:
“Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty.”
An Excerpt fromJunie B. Jones #10: Junie B. Jones Is a Party Animal
Chapter 3: The Rules
Guess what!!?! Guess what!!?!
On Friday, Lucille's nanna called my mother!
And she invited me to spend the night with Lucille on Saturday!
And Mother didn't even say no!
My feet zoomed all around the house when I heard that!
"I'M SPENDIN' THE NIGHT! I'M SPENDIN' THE NIGHT! I'M SPENDIN' THE NIGHT!" I shouted.
I zoomed into my baby brother Ollie's room.
"HEY, OLLIE! I'M SPENDIN' THE NIGHT! I'M SPENDIN' THE NIGHT! I'M SPENDIN' THE -- "
Just then, Mother runned in the door and she swished me right out of there.
It was not pleasant.
I brushed myself off.
"Yeah, only you shouldn't actually swish people," I said kind of quiet.
Mother raised her voice at me.
"How many times, Junie B.? How many times have I told you to stay out of Ollie's room while he's sleeping? Huh? How many?"
I thinked for a minute.
"A million bazillion," I said. "But that is just a ballpark figure."
Mother glared at me very mad.
I rocked back and forth on my feet.
"A ballpark figure is when you don't know the actual figure. And so you make up…