Junie B. Jones and Some Sneaky Peeky Spying (2 page)

Mrs. looked up at the ceiling with her eyes. Then I looked up there, too. But I didn’t see anything.

“How many of you think you can bring cookies on Monday?” asked Mrs.

“I CAN! I CAN!” I hollered very excited. “’CAUSE MY MOTHER IS THE BESTEST COOKIE BAKER IN THE WHOLE
WORLD, THAT’S WHY! EXCEPT FOR ONE TIME SHE ACCIDENTALLY FORGOT THEY WERE IN THE OVEN. AND THE FIREMEN HAD TO COME TO OUR HOUSE.”

Mrs. laughed. Only I don’t know why. ’Cause that was not a funny story.

After that, she gave me a note for Mother. It was some writing about baking cookies, I think.

“If your mother has any questions, please tell her to call me,” said Mrs.

Just then I got a very great idea!

“Hey!” I said. “Maybe me and Mother can bring the cookies to your house! And so then I can see where you live!”

Mrs. rumpled my hair. “You don’t have to come to my house, Junie B. Just bring the cookies to school on Monday morning.”

I smiled very sweet. “Yeah, only I still want to see where you live,” I said.

Then Mrs. turned around. And she walked back to her desk.

That’s how come I had to follow her.

“Do you have the rich kind of house? Or the regular kind of house?” I asked her. “’Cause I just have the regular kind of house.
Except for Mother wants the rich kind. Only Daddy said
lotsa luck
.”

Mrs. pointed at my chair. That means to sit down, I think.

“Yeah, only do you have a daddy that lives at your house, too? Are there any pictures of him in your wallet? Let’s look in there, okay? Do you have a secret compartment
in it? ’Cause my grampa Miller has one of those things with fifty bucks in it. Only don’t tell Grandma.”

Mrs. took my hand. Then me and her walked back to my table.

“Yeah, only guess what I’m wondering now? Now I’m wondering what your bedtime is. ’Cause my bedtime is when the little hand is at the seven, and the big hand is at the six. Only I hate that dumb stupid bedtime. ’Cause I’m not even tired yet, of course.”

Mrs. put her finger up to her lips.

“That’s enough, Junie B.,” she said. “I mean it. I want you to settle down now.”

Then she went right back to the front of the room. And she didn’t answer any of my questions.

’Cause guess why?

Mrs. is a secret mystery guy. That’s why.

Me and my bestest friend Grace rode the bus home together.

That’s when I told her about Mrs. and her secret house.

“Mrs. is a secret mystery guy,” I said. “’Cause she wouldn’t answer any of my questions. And so now I have curiosity about her.”

That Grace wrinkled her eyebrows. “Me, too,” she said. “Now I have curiosity about her, too.”

I patted her again. “Yeah, only too bad,
Grace. But you can’t have as much as me. ’Cause I said it first, remember that?”

That Grace did another huffy at me.

“Whoops. Your nose is still whistling, Grace,” I said.

A few minutes later, I got off the bus. I runned to my house like a speedy rocket.

“GRANDMA! GRANDMA!” I shouted very excited. “IT’S ME! IT’S JUNIE B. JONES! I’M HOME FROM MY SCHOOL!”

Grandma Miller babysits me and baby Ollie when Mother is at work.

She was in the kitchen feeding Ollie sprained peas.

“GUESS WHAT, GRANDMA! GUESS WHAT? MY TEACHER IS A SECRET MYSTERY GUY! AND SHE WON’T TELL ME WHERE SHE LIVES. ONLY I WANT TO GO TO HER HOUSE VERY BAD!”

Grandma Miller shushed me. “There’s no need to shout, Junie B.,” she said. “I’m right here.”

“Yeah, only I can’t help it, Grandma! ’Cause I have curiosity about her!”

Grandma Miller did a little smile. “Curiosity killed the cat, you know,” she said.

Then my mouth went open. And my eyes got very big too.

“What cat, Grandma? Where did the curiosity kill it? Was it in the street by my school? ’Cause I saw a squished cat in the street by my school. Only Paulie Allen Puffer said it got runned over by the ice cream truck.”

Grandma Miller looked at me for a very long time. Then she went to the sink. And she took an aspirin.

Just then I heard a noise at the front door.

And its name is Mother was home from work!

“MOTHER! MOTHER! I HAVE A ’PORTANT NOTE FROM MRS. ’CAUSE YOU AND ME ARE GOING TO BAKE DELICIOUS COOKIES. AND THEN WE CAN TAKE THEM TO HER HOUSE AND SEE WHERE SHE LIVES!”

Mother read the note.

“The note says to take the cookies to school, Junie B. Not to your teacher’s house.”

“Yeah, only I already know that. But my teacher is a secret mystery guy. And she won’t tell me where she lives. And so you and me have to find it ourselves.”

Mother shook her head. “No way, toots,” she said.

“Yes way!” I hollered. “We have to!
’Cause now I’ve got curiosity in me. And I have to find out where her house is. Or else Grandma said I’m gonna get runned over by an ice cream truck.”

Then Mother did a frown at Grandma. And Grandma took another aspirin.

“Your teacher is
not
a secret mystery guy, Junie B.,” said Mother. “She’s just a regular person. With a regular family. And there’s no way that you and I are going to bother her at her house.”

I stamped my foot. “YES WE ARE! WE ARE TOO! ’CAUSE I WANT TO, THAT’S WHY!”

After that, I got sended to my room.

’Cause of no shouting. And no stamping my foot. Only I never even heard of that dumb rule before.

I shut my door very angry. Then I put my
head under my pillow. And I called Mother the name of pewie head.

“And guess what else?” I said very quiet. “Teachers are not regular people.

“So there. Ha ha.”

The next day was Saturday.

Saturday is the day me and my mother go to the grocery store.

I have rules at that place.

Like no hollering the words I WANT ICE CREAM!

And no calling Mother the name of big meanie when she won’t buy it.

And no eating a bag of marshmallows that doesn’t belong to you.

Or else the store guy yanks it away from you. And he says,
Eating is the same thing as stealing, young lady
.

Then he takes you to Mother. And she has to pay for the whole entire bag. Except for I don’t know why. ’Cause I only ate three of those softy guys and that’s all.

The carts at the grocery store have seats in them. That’s where babies sit. Only not me. ’Cause big girls get to walk all by theirselves.

And guess what else? One time Mother even let me push the whole big cart without any help.

Except for then some baked beanies got knocked off their shelf. And a grandma got her foot caught in my tire. And so now I have to wait till I’m bigger.

My favorite aisle is where the cookies are.
That’s ’cause sometimes there is a lady at a table there. And she gives me and Mother cookie samples. And we don’t even have to pay for them.

Their name is freebies, I think.

Only too bad for me. ’Cause this time the lady wasn’t there.

“Darn it,” I said very disappointed. “No freebie lady.”

Mother smiled. “That’s okay. When we get home, we’re going to bake our own cookies for Grandparents’ Day, remember? Won’t that be fun?” she asked.

I made my shoulders go up and down.

That’s ’cause I was still mad at her for not taking me to my teacher’s house, of course.

“What kind of cookie mix do you want?” asked Mother.

I did a frown at her. “I don’t even want to
bake cookies anymore,” I said. “’Cause you still won’t take me to where Mrs. lives.”

Mother rumpled my hair. “Staying mad isn’t going to change things, Junie B.,” she said. “Now do you want to pick out the cookie mix? Or shall I?”

Then Mother picked out some cookie mix. And she gave it to me. And I throwed it in the cart very hard.

“Thank you,” said Mother.

“You’re not welcome,” I said.

After that, Mother took me outside of the store. And me and her had a little talk.

A little talk is when Mother is mad at me. And she says who do I think I am, missy? And zactly how long do I think she’s going to put up with me?

Then I have to say a ’pology to her.

A ’pology is the words
I’m sorry
.

Except for you don’t actually have to mean it. ’Cause nobody can even tell the difference.

After the little talk, we went back into the store.

“Shall we try again?” asked Mother.

Then she gave me another box of cookie mix. And I put it in the cart very nice.

“That’s better,” she said. “Thank you.”

You’re not welcome, I said inside my head.

Then I smiled to just myself. ’Cause Mother can’t even hear me in there.

After that, me and her went around the corner. And I saw my most favorite thing in the whole world!

And its name is the water fountain!

“Hey! I need a drink!” I said very excited.

Then I runned right over there. And I hopped up on the little step.

“Need some help?” called Mother.

“No,” I said. “’Cause I’m almost six years old, that’s why. And so I already know how to work this big guy.

“And here’s another thing I know,” I said. “No putting your mouth on the water spout. Or else germs will get inside you. And you will die.”

I smiled very proud. “Paulie Allen Puffer told me that,” I explained.

Then I bended my head over the fountain. And I drank for a very long time.

“Hurry up, Junie B.,” said Mother. “I need to get the shopping done.”

I wiped my mouth off with my arm.

“Yeah, only I can’t hurry up. Or else I might get a stomachache and spit up water. ’Cause a boy named William did that on the playground yesterday.”

Mother looked at her watch. “Okay. Well, I’m going to be right here in the cereal aisle. As soon as you’ve finished drinking, come directly back to me.”

“Okey-dokey,” I said very happy.

Then I turned around and drinked and drinked and drinked.

Except for then I started feeling a little bit sickish. And so I had to sit down on the little step and rest my water.

That’s when the big front doors of the grocery store opened.

And guess what?

My eyes almost popped out of my head, that’s what!

’Cause I saw a big shock!

And its name was Mrs.!

My real live teacher named Mrs. was at the grocery store!!!

Mrs. didn’t see me.

That’s because I hided behind the water fountain speedy fast.

And guess what?

She had a
man
with her!

And I never even saw that guy before!

“Hey! Who the heck is that?” I said to just myself.

Then I runned my fastest to the cereal aisle, to tell Mother what I saw.

Only all of a sudden I remembered about
how she told me
no more spying
. And so maybe I might get in trouble with her, I think.

That’s how come I stopped running. And I started to go back to peek at Mrs. some more. But Mother already spotted me.

“Hey! Where are you going?” she called at me. “Come here.”