Junie B. Jones Is Captain Field Day (5 page)

“WILLIAM! WILLIAM! YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT!” we hollered real joyful.

Pretty soon, we heard a muffly voice.

It said, “Get off of me,” I think.

Then all of us got up. And we stood William on his feet.

Room Nine danced all around that guy. Also, we tried to lift him on our shoulders. ’Cause he was our hero, that's why! Only our shoulders kept on collapsing. Plus William's shoes kicked us in the face.

Then, all of a sudden, a bright idea popped into my head!

“People! Wait! I've got it! I've got it! I know how to show William he is our hero!” I said.

After that, I whispered my idea to Mrs.

And guess what?

She took the red cape right off my shoulders. And she pinned it onto William's shoulders instead! Just like I told her!

“William saved the day!” I said. “William is our superhero. His name
should be
Super
William, I think!”

William smiled real big. Then he zoomed around on the playground. And the cape flied behind him.

Mrs. smiled.

“See, boys and girls? See what can happen if you don't give up on yourselves?”

Just then, William zoomed back to where we were.

“But I still don't get it, William,” I said. “How did you even
do
that? How did you do eleven pull-ups? ’Cause those things are very hard.”

William smiled kind of shy. “I practiced, that's how,” he said. “I got a pull-up bar for Christmas. And I practiced every day.”

Just then, William's daddy came hurrying over. And he put Super William on his shoulders.

Then all of us marched to Room Nine. It was like a happy parade!

And here's another happy thing! Our families came and ate cookies with us. And they were proud of how we did!

My family hugged me very much.

Then my grandma Miller hugged Super William, too. And Grampa Miller flew him all around in the air. ’Cause William loved that cape, I tell you!

And so guess what else?

I didn't even ask for it back. Not for the whole rest of the day!

“This is being nice of me,” I said to just myself. “I am being a good team captain.”

After that, I laughed right out loud.

’Cause what do you know?

I was tooting my own horn!