Junie B., First Grader: Jingle Bells, Batman Smells! (P.S. So Does May.) (Junie B. Jones) by Barbara Park

Author:Barbara Park [Park, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Random House, Inc.
Published: 2008-11-18T16:00:00+00:00

7

Doing the Math

That day, I ran home from my bus stop speedy fast.

'Cause Wednesday is Grampa Miller's day to babysit my baby brother Ollie! And—when I need money—Frank Miller is the man to talk to!

I yelled for him at the top of my voice.

“GRAMPA MILLER! HEY, GRAMPA MILLER! I NEED YOU! I NEED YOU!” I hollered out.

He called up from the basement.

“Junie B.? Is that you? I'm down here with Ollie! We're fixing the dryer!”

I hurried down there as fast as I could.

Ollie was sitting in the laundry basket. He was hammering his shoe with his red plastic hammer.

I patted him on his head.

Ollie has a screw loose, I think.

After that, I raced to my grampa. And I climbed up on the dryer.

“I am so glad you are here, Grampa Miller! On account of Friday I have to buy gifts at the school gift shop. And Mother is giving me five dollars.”

I grabbed him by his shirt collar.

“But I need more, Frank! I need five whole dollars more! 'Cause five and five is ten. And ten dollars will buy me everything I want!”

My grampa did a chuckle.

“You sweet little girl. You don't need to spend a lot of money on gifts for Grandma and me,” he said. “One dollar apiece is just fine. And I'm sure your mother and daddy and Ollie feel the same way.”

He put me down from the dryer.

“It's not how much a gift costs that makes it special, Junie B.,” he said. “It's the thought that counts.”

I looked and looked at that man.

I was not making myself clear, apparently.

“Okay, here's the deal,” I said. “Grampas have to give their grandgirls however much money we want. It's the rules.”

Grampa Miller raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, it is, is it?” he said.

After that, he chuckled some more. And he went behind the dryer again.

I scratched my head.

This attitude was throwing me for a loop.

I climbed back up on the dryer. And I tapped on his head.

“How come you're not getting this, Grampa? It's so simple,” I said. “I need five dollars and you have five dollars. Boom! Do the math.”

Grampa Miller looked up at me.

“Boom! Do the math?” he repeated. “Is that what you just said?”

Then, all of a sudden, he did a loud hoot of laughing.

“Boom! Do the math! Ha! That's priceless!” he said.

I crossed my arms very annoyed.

'Cause Boom! Do the math is not a laughing matter.

I got down from the dryer very grouchy.

“Oh, just never mind the whole thing,” I grumped.

Then I started to go upstairs. But Grampa called me back.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't go away mad,” he said.

I turned around.

And wait till you hear this!

That man was taking money out of his wallet!

“You're going to do all right in life, little girl,” he said real nice.

And then he gave me five whole dollars!

“Thank you, Grampa! Thank you! Thank you!” I said.

Then I gave him my biggest hug ever.

And I ran upstairs to tell Philip Johnny Bob!

Philip Johnny Bob is my bestest stuffed elephant.

I have known him ever since he got manufactured.

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