Judy Moody and the NOT Bummer Summer by Megan McDonald

Author:Megan McDonald [McDonald, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-7636-5450-4
Publisher: Candlewick Press
Published: 2011-09-18T04:00:00+00:00

Judy could hardly wait for the Creep ’n’ Crawl! At last, it was Saturday. Aunt Opal was — slap-dash — making sandwiches and jamming them into plastic bags. Wearing rubber gloves, Stink was cramming scat samples into plastic bags. Judy sat in the corner, tapping out a one-handed e-mail with the UN-Band-Aided, NOT Goliath-Glued hand.

“So. We’ll leave in a few minutes and eat our picnic at the cemetery, okay?” said Aunt Opal.

“RARE! Extra thrill points for eating with skeletons! I need ’em because — guess what? — Amy just went swimming with a shark!”

“Lemme see, lemme see, lemme see!” said Stink, throwing his scat bags on the counter.

Judy angled the computer so he could take a look. Stink read aloud.

“‘Dear Judy Most Moody, Yesterday, I did the most sick-awesomest thing — I SWAM with a SHARK! That’s like twenty thrill points, at LEAST!’”

Stink whistled. “Whoa! You’re gonna lose this race SO bad. Hey, look. Your ring is GREEN! Green with ENVY!”

Judy looked down at her mood ring. Sure enough, it was pulsing green.

“Time to go!” Opal grabbed the picnic basket. Judy and Stink followed her.

“Your ring is green like POND SCUM! Green like BOOGERS!”

“Stink, you’re a super-galactic booger.” Judy and Stink stopped at the car. “Hey, Aunt Opal! Where are you going?” Judy called.

“To the cemetery! Aren’t we walking?” Judy and Stink burst out laughing.

“No way. It’s a million miles from here. We have to take Humphrey.”

“Who’s Humphrey?”

“That’s what Dad calls our car. He says it looks like a Humphrey.”

Aunt Opal smiled. “Your dad used to have a bike named Humphrey. Hey, I know! Let’s ride bikes!”

Stink shook his head. “Not allowed. Not after dark.”

Aunt Opal chewed her lip. “Bummer. Okay, then — here we go, I guess.”

Judy and Stink buckled up in the backseat. Opal put the car in gear, turned to look out the back, and lurched forward. She slammed on the brakes.

“Hey! Watch out!” Judy yelled.

“Um, you do know how to drive, right?” Stink asked.

“Of course! I drove across the Horn of Africa . . . about ten years ago.” She shifted the car into reverse this time, then hit the gas. The car swerved wildly into the street, screeching and jerking to a stop.

“You call that driving?” Stink yelled.

“Sorry. No worries. It’s all coming back to me.”

“Watch out! You’re gonna hit the —”

Humphrey bumped up onto the sidewalk.

“— mailbox.”

“Holy . . . crap!” shouted Aunt Opal.

“You said crap! Crap’s a swear!” Stink gasped.

“Crap is not a swear. Is there a map in this car? I have NO idea where I’m going.”

Stink and Judy looked at each other with dread. Judy rustled around on the floor and found a map.

“Can you get a ticket for driving too slow?” Stink asked.

Aunt Opal hit the gas again. The map went flying — right out the window.

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