{"product_id":"junie-b-jones-deluxe-holiday-edition-jingle-bells-batman-smells-ps-so-does-may-isbn-9781984892690","title":"Junie B. Jones Deluxe Holiday Edition: Jingle Bells, Batman Smells! (P.S. So Does May.)","description":"\u003cb\u003eA gorgeous storybook gift edition of the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling Junie B. Jones favorite that keeps kids laughing and “makes reading fun” (Dav Pilkey, author of \u003ci\u003eDog Man\u003c\/i\u003e).\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMeet the World’s Funniest First Grader—Junie B. Jones! It’s holiday time, and Room One is doing lots of things to celebrate. Like making elf costumes! And singing joyful songs! And having a Secret Santa gift exchange! That means Junie B. gets to pick a special present for a student in her class. But when she ends up getting stuck with Tattletale May, it’s enough to fizzle her holiday spirit… or is it? Maybe, just maybe, a Secret Santa gift is the perfect opportunity to teach May a lesson.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom acclaimed author Barbara Park, this hilarious series—starring the wittiest, sassiest first grader around—is sure to be laugh-out-loud fun for the whole family!From USA TODAY:\u003cbr\u003e \"Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e From \u003ci\u003ePublisher' Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003cbr\u003e \"Park convinces beginning readers  that Junie B.—\u003ci\u003eand\u003c\/i\u003e reading—are lots of fun.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e From \u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003cbr\u003e \"Junie's swarms of young fans will  continue to delight in her unique  take on the world....A hilarious, first-rate read- aloud.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e From \u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003cbr\u003e \"Park, one of the funniest  writers around . . . brings her refreshing humor to the beginning chapter-book  set.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e From \u003ci\u003eTime\u003c\/i\u003e magazine:\u003cbr\u003e \"Junie B. Jones is a feisty  six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e From \u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003cbr\u003e \"Readers will relate instantly to the trials and tribulations of this first grader....She is always endearing and wonderfully funny.\"BARBARA PARK (1947-2013) is best known as the author of the wildly popular, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling Junie B. Jones series, which has kept kids (and their grown-ups) laughing—and reading—for over two decades. Beloved by millions, the Junie B. Jones books have been translated into multiple languages and are a staple in elementary school classrooms around the world. Barbara Park is also the author of award-winning middle-grade novels, including \u003ci\u003eSkinnybones \u003c\/i\u003eand\u003ci\u003e Mick Harte Was Here. \u003c\/i\u003eShe was born in New Jersey and spent most of her adult life in Arizona, where she and her husband raised two sons. Her legacy lives on in the laughter her books give to readers all over the world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDenise Brunkus’s entertaining illustrations have appeared in over fifty books, including each Junie B. Jones title. She lives in New Jersey with her husband and daughter.Tuesday\u003cbr\u003e Dear first-grade journal, \u003cbr\u003e Yay! Yay! Hurray! \u003cbr\u003e Today is the last week before winter break! \u003cbr\u003e Winter break is the school word for I gotta get out of this place, I tell you! ‘Cause blabbermouth May is driving me crazy! \u003cbr\u003e She is tattletaling on me every day almost! \u003cbr\u003e That’s how come yesterday I chased her down on the playground. And I threw grass on her head. \u003cbr\u003e It was very fun. Except I hope Santa did not see me do that. \u003cbr\u003e That guy watches me like a hawk this time of year. \u003cbr\u003e From, \u003cbr\u003e Junie B., First Grader\u003cbr\u003e P.S. Hey! Wait! I almost forgot! Today all the first grades are going to sing holiday songs together! That will be a hoot, I tell you because \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Just then, I quick stopped writing. ’Cause I couldn’t believe my eyeballs! \u003cbr\u003e That snoopy-head May was stretching her neck across the aisle! And she was reading my journal page! \u003cbr\u003e I slammed my book shut speedy fast. \u003cbr\u003e “This is none of your beeswax, sister!” I said. \u003cbr\u003e But May was already jumping out of her chair. \u003cbr\u003e “Mr. Scary! Mr. Scary!” she hollered real loud. “Junie Jones wrote a bad name about me in her journal! She wrote that I am a bladdermouth! And \u003ci\u003ebladder\u003c\/i\u003e is not a nice word!” \u003cbr\u003e I rolled my eyes at that dumb comment. \u003cbr\u003e “It’s not bla\u003ci\u003edd\u003c\/i\u003eermouth. It’s bla\u003ci\u003ebb\u003c\/i\u003eermouth, May,” I said. “\u003ci\u003eBlabbermouth\u003c\/i\u003e is spelled with \u003ci\u003eb\u003c\/i\u003e’s . . . not \u003ci\u003ed\u003c\/i\u003e’s.” \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Scary stood up at his desk. \u003cbr\u003e “Girls . . . \u003ci\u003eplease\u003c\/i\u003e,” he said. \u003cbr\u003e Then he was going to growl at us, probably. But the phone rang from the office. And he had to answer it. \u003cbr\u003e I crossed my arms at May. “\u003ci\u003eB\u003c\/i\u003e is the same letter that you always forget when you say my name, remember? And so maybe I should use \u003ci\u003eB\u003c\/i\u003e in a sentence for you.” \u003cbr\u003e I leaned close to her eardrum. \u003cbr\u003e “Dear bla\u003ci\u003ebb\u003c\/i\u003eermouth May: My name is Junie \u003ci\u003eB\u003c\/i\u003e. Jones. How come you can’t remember \u003ci\u003eB\u003c\/i\u003e’s? Huh, May? Huh? Are you a \u003ci\u003eblockhead\u003c\/i\u003e or something?” \u003cbr\u003e May’s face got very puffery. Then, all of a sudden, she grabbed my journal right off my desk. And she started to rip out the page! \u003cbr\u003e I tried to grab it back from her. But May would \u003ci\u003enot\u003c\/i\u003e let go of that thing! And so, me and her got into a tuggle.\u003cbr\u003e I pulled real hard. \u003cbr\u003e Then May pulled harder. \u003cbr\u003e Then . . . \u003ci\u003eOOOMPHH!\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e I pulled and pulled with all of my might! And me and my journal went flying back to my seat! \u003cbr\u003e I hugged my book all safe and sound. But something did not feel right. \u003cbr\u003e I looked down. \u003cbr\u003e During the tuggle, May’s sweater sleeve accidentally got hooked on my thumb. \u003cbr\u003e And so, oh no! \u003cbr\u003e Her sleeve got stretched across the aisle with me! \u003cbr\u003e I quick untangled it from my thumb. But the sleeve did not bounce back. \u003cbr\u003e Instead, it just stayed on my lap real longish and droopish. \u003cbr\u003e I did a gulp at that thing. \u003cbr\u003e Then—very slow—I looked over at May. \u003cbr\u003e And \u003ci\u003ekaboom\u003c\/i\u003e! \u003cbr\u003e Her whole stack blew off! \u003cbr\u003e She exploded out of her seat! And she hollered at the top of her lungs. \u003cbr\u003e “MR. SCARY! MR. SCARY! JUNIE JONES WRECKED MY SWEATER SLEEVE! JUNIE JONES WRECKED MY SWEATER SLEEVE!” \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Scary hung up the phone. \u003cbr\u003e I quick wadded up May’s sleeve. And I tried to give it back to her. But she would not even take it. And so, the sweater sleeve unrolled itself to the floor. \u003cbr\u003e May’s eyeballs popped out of her head. \u003cbr\u003e “AAAAA! AAAAA! IT’S ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR!” she yelled. “IT’S RUINED! IT’S RUINED! MY SWEATER IS RUINED!” \u003cbr\u003e I tapped my fingers very thinking. \u003cbr\u003e “Um . . . well, the whole sweater isn’t ruined, actually. It’s just that one sleeve, May,” I said kind of quiet. “If you grow one arm to the ground, it will fit like a glove, probably.” \u003cbr\u003e May opened her mouth to holler again. But Mr. Scary was already hurrying down our row. \u003cbr\u003e He did not say a word to us. \u003cbr\u003e Instead, he took May and me by our hands. And he rushed us into the hall. May’s sweater sleeve dragged on the floor behind her. \u003cbr\u003e She picked it up real limp. \u003cbr\u003e “Look at this! Just look at it, Mr. Scary!” she grouched. “Junie Jones wrecked my sweater! Junie Jones wrecks \u003ci\u003eeverything\u003c\/i\u003e!” \u003cbr\u003e I did a mad breath. \u003cbr\u003e “I do not wreck everything,” I said. “And anyway, this wasn’t even my fault! \u003ci\u003eYou’re\u003c\/i\u003e the one who started it, May! \u003ci\u003eYou’re\u003c\/i\u003e the one who stoled my journal.” \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Scary looked down at me. \u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eStole\u003c\/i\u003e,” he said. “The word is \u003ci\u003estole\u003c\/i\u003e, Junie B. Not \u003ci\u003estoled\u003c\/i\u003e.” \u003cbr\u003e I sucked in my cheeks. ’Cause now was \u003ci\u003enot\u003c\/i\u003e the time for grammar. \u003cbr\u003e “Fine. She \u003ci\u003estole\u003c\/i\u003e my journal,” I said. “She just grabbed it right off my desk. And she tried to rip a page out.” \u003cbr\u003e May kept on arguing. \u003cbr\u003e “But I only took her journal because she wrote a bad name about me!” she said. \u003cbr\u003e I stamped my foot. \u003cbr\u003e “But May wouldn’t even \u003ci\u003eknow\u003c\/i\u003e about that name if she didn’t snoop!” I said. “Snooping in someone’s journal is an invasion of their piracy.” \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Scary did a little frown. \u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003ePrivacy\u003c\/i\u003e,” he said. “It’s an invasion of \u003ci\u003eprivacy\u003c\/i\u003e, Junie B. Not \u003ci\u003epiracy\u003c\/i\u003e.” \u003cbr\u003e I threw my head back. “For the love of Pete! Can’t you just let it go? I’m trying to make a point here!” I said. \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Scary glared his eyes. He said for me to \u003ci\u003ecalm myself down, young lady.\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e I jumped all the way in the air.\u003cbr\u003e “I \u003ci\u003eAM\u003c\/i\u003e CALM!” I hollered back. \u003cbr\u003e After that, I got marched speedy quick to the water fountain. And I had to drink some sips of water and settle myself. I drank and settled. \u003cbr\u003e Then I wiped off my mouth. And I rocked back and forth on my feet kind of nervous. \u003cbr\u003e “Sorry,” I said real quiet. “Sorry I got mad, Mr. Scary.” \u003cbr\u003e I looked up at him. \u003cbr\u003e “Sometimes grammar makes my head explode,” I said. \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Scary smiled a little bit. \u003cbr\u003e Then he took me back to May. And he talked to us in a calm voice. \u003cbr\u003e “I really don’t understand your behavior lately, girls,” he said. “The holidays are the time of year when we try to spread peace and goodwill. But you two are treating each other worse and worse every day.” \u003cbr\u003e Me and May quick pointed at each other. \u003cbr\u003e “It’s \u003ci\u003eher\u003c\/i\u003e fault!” we shouted together. \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Scary shook his head. “I don’t care \u003ci\u003ewhose\u003c\/i\u003e fault it is,” he said. “If you two have another fight today, there will be no Holiday Sing-Along for either one of you. Instead, you’ll be parking yourselves in the principal’s office for the afternoon.” \u003cbr\u003e My body did a shiver at those words. \u003cbr\u003e ’Cause I’ve parked at Principal’s before, that’s why. And there’s not a lot of singing that goes on down there. \u003cbr\u003e “So what’s it going to be, girls?” said my teacher. “Do you want to shake hands and make up? Or do you want to spend the afternoon at the office?” \u003cbr\u003e My eyes glanced over at May. \u003cbr\u003e She was standing still as a statue. And her eyes were staring at the floor. \u003cbr\u003e I waited and waited for her to shake hands with me. But she did not look up. \u003cbr\u003e Finally, Mr. Scary tapped his annoyed foot at us. \u003cbr\u003e “Well?” he said again. \u003cbr\u003e I waited some more. \u003cbr\u003e But May still did not budge herself. \u003cbr\u003e That’s how come I did a big, loud breath. And I picked up May’s long sweater sleeve. And I gave it a shake. \u003cbr\u003e “There. Fine. I shaked with her,” I said. \u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eShook\u003c\/i\u003e,” said Mr. Scary. \u003cbr\u003e “Whatever,” I said. \u003cbr\u003e Then I dropped the sleeve back on the floor. And I kicked it over to May with my foot. \u003cbr\u003e She did a gasp. \u003cbr\u003e Then she quick picked it up and swatted the dirt off on my pants. \u003cbr\u003e “Hey! Quit it!” I yelled. \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Scary snapped his loud fingers at us. \u003cbr\u003e May stopped swatting. “I was just getting the dust out,” she said. \u003cbr\u003e Mr. Scary filled his cheeks up with air. And he let it out real slow. \u003cbr\u003e Then he took us by our hands again. And we walked back to Room One. \u003cbr\u003e Peace and goodwill do not come easy.","brand":"Random House Books for Young Readers","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46305112752357,"sku":"NP9781984892690","price":18.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781984892690.jpg?v=1767730550","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/junie-b-jones-deluxe-holiday-edition-jingle-bells-batman-smells-ps-so-does-may-isbn-9781984892690","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}