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Authors: Megan McDonald
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“Three’s a charm,” said Mrs. D. “Give it your best try. In Spanish, everybody!
Uno, dos, tres . . .
”
Ka-POW!
Webster and Stink hit the piñata again.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Crack!
They cracked open the piñata.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
The rooster let out a loud sound, for real! Everybody screamed. A flood of candy rained down. Jawbreakers and Tweezlers, Milk Dudes and Peanut Butter Yucks. The kids raced to the front. They grabbed candy from all over the floor, under desks, behind the bookcase, even in the trash can.
“It’s raining cats and dogs!” said Stink. “Kool Katz and Scottie dogs!”
“We really hit the jackpot!” said Webster.
“That was more fun than a barrel of monkeys!” said Sophie of the Elves.
“Marvelous! I can see we’ve really learned our idioms,” said Mrs. D. “Now let’s divide up all the treats fair and square. Share and share alike!”
Stink stared at his own sweet pile of treats and treasures on his desk. It was a lot smaller than 21,280 jawbreakers. But when he saw Webster’s face, and a whole classfull of grins, he felt good inside. UN-rotten to the core, like the sweet, gooey bubblegum center of a jawbreaker.
“I’m proud of you, Stink,” said Dad. “I think you proved a leopard can change its spots.”
“I like the way you and your dad worked together,” said Mrs. D., smiling. “Two heads
are
better than one.”
“And friends are better than all the free stuff in the world,” said Stink.
“Is that another idiom?” asked Webster.
“No, it’s a Stink-iom!” said Stink.
• kid in a candy store
• get up on the wrong side of the bed
• rotten to the core
• sour grapes
• strike a deal
• finger-lickin’ good
• down in the dumps
• A leopard can’t change its spots.
• Two heads are better than one.
• You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.
• Practice makes perfect.
• When it rains, it pours.
• Put your thinking cap on.
• Knock on wood.
• jaw dropped open
• free as a bird
• green with envy
• Don’t let the bedbugs bite.
• out of the blue
• just my luck
• cute as a bug’s ear
• mad as a hornet
• cost an arm and a leg
• double trouble
• make a mountain out of a molehill
• lost his head
• cross my heart
• feel like a heel
• grin from ear to ear
• My lips are sealed.
• You’re getting warm.
• Three’s a charm.
• It’s raining cats and dogs.
• hit the jackpot
• more fun than a barrel of monkeys
• fair and square
• Share and share alike.
“McDonald has perfectly pegged elementary school, second-graders, and the dynamics of family life. . . . These tales of the Moody family will hit the spot for beginning chapter book readers.” —
Chicago Sun-Times
“Like big sister Judy Moody, Stink sports a mem-orable name and a talent for self-expression. . . . With large print, an attractive format, and an eye-catching cover, the second book in the Stink series will attract readers who are just getting comfortable with chapter books.” —
Booklist
“Reynolds’s familiar illustrations keep the mood light.” —
Kirkus Reviews
“P.U.!” said Judy, coming into Stink’s room. “Did you take a bath in that stinky perfume or something?”
“Or something,” said Stink.
“Then I hate to tell you, but you have a UFO in your room.”
“Do not,” said Stink.
“Not the alien kind of UFO,” said Judy. “An Unidentified Flying Odor. I can smell it from my room.”
Stink kicked his sneakers under the bed.
“Stink, it’s those sneakers. You’re stinking up the whole house with those yucks. You have to get them out of here.”
Stink tossed his sneakers into the hallway.
“That’s even closer,” said Judy. “I can already smell them up on my top bunk! Even Mouse is about to pass out from the fumes.”
Stink went back to his desk and scribbled on a piece of paper. He came out into the hallway and tacked up a sign over his sneakers:
Beware! Hall of Fumes!
“Ha, ha, very funny. Like that really helped,” said Judy, pinching her nose closed and talking in a funny voice.
“Then just shut your door,” said Stink. “Like this!” He slammed the door on purpose.
Stink heard Judy stomp into the bathroom. Stink heard Judy slam the medicine cabinet door. Stink heard Judy rattle around in the hall.
Stink could not concentrate on drawing comics. He could not read the
T-for-Toads
encyclopedia. He could not hear himself think with all that stomping and slamming and rattling.
Stink opened his door.
A cloud of white dust attacked him. He coughed and waved his hand in front of his face. Stink could hardly see his sister. Judy had powder in her hair and on her face and all the way down to her shoes. She looked like a human marshmallow. She looked like the Abominable Snow Girl. She looked like a cumulonimbus cloud.
“What’s with all the powder?” Stink asked, still coughing. Then the cloud cleared. The dust settled. And Stink saw it.
“OH, NO!” screamed Stink. “My sneakers! My beautiful super-smelly sneakers!”
“It’s okay,” said Judy. “The powder will help. It’ll soak up the smell and they won’t stink so bad.”
“NO! You don’t get it!” said Stink. “I was stinking them up on purpose, so I could enter them in the All-Time, World’s Worst, Super-Stinky Sneaker Contest. How could you not know that? How could you forget?”
“Oops!” said Judy.
Stink did not know what to do. Now his perfectly smelly sneakers were not perfect at all. They were perfect for winning an air-freshener contest. They were perfect for winning a not-stinky perfume contest. No way were they going to beat Sophie
now.
An excerpt from
Stink and the World’s Worst Super-Stinky Sneakers
