Junie B. Jones Is a Beauty Shop Guy (Junie B. Jones Series #11)

Junie B. Jones Is a Beauty Shop Guy (Junie B. Jones Series #11)

Junie B. Jones Is a Beauty Shop Guy (Junie B. Jones Series #11)

Junie B. Jones Is a Beauty Shop Guy (Junie B. Jones Series #11)

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Overview

“Hilarious. Barbara Park makes reading fun.” —Dav Pilkey, author of Dog Man
 
Barbara Park’s #1 New York Times bestselling chapter book series, Junie B. Jones, has been keeping kids laughing—and reading—for more than twenty-five years. Over 65 million copies sold!
 
Meet the World’s Funniest Kindergartner—Junie B. Jones! Junie B. wants to be a beauty shop guy when she grows up. But first she needs a little practice. And a few volunteers. Like her bunny slippers. And her dog. And maybe even . . . herself? Is Junie B. on her way to a great new career? Or is she about to have the worst hair day ever?
 
USA Today:
“Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set.”
 
Publishers Weekly:
“Park convinces beginning readers that Junie B.—and reading—are lots of fun.”
 
Kirkus Reviews:
“Junie’s swarms of young fans will continue to delight in her unique take on the world. . . . A hilarious, first-rate read-aloud.”
 
Time:
“Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty.”

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780307754745
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 11/03/2010
Series: Junie B. Jones Series
Sold by: Random House
Format: eBook
Pages: 80
Sales rank: 508,787
Lexile: 390L (what's this?)
File size: 20 MB
Note: This product may take a few minutes to download.
Age Range: 6 - 8 Years

About the Author

About The Author

BARBARA PARK (1947–2013) is beloved by millions as the author of the wildly popular Junie B. Jones series. She is also the author of award-winning middle-grade novels and picture books, including Skinnybones and Mick Harte Was Here. We are thankful for the laughter she’s given us and to millions of children.

Hometown:

Scottsdale, Arizona

Date of Birth:

April 21, 1947

Place of Birth:

Mt. Holly, New Jersey

Education:

B.S., University of Alabama, 1969

Read an Excerpt

Chapter 4: Snipping, Snipping, Snipping

I opened and closed my shiny scissors real fast.

"Now I can start my years and years of practice!" I whispered very thrilled.

I skipped to my bed where my stuffed animals sit. 'Cause I needed volunteers, of course.

"Who wants to go first?" I asked my animals. "Who wants to get their fur trimmed at my beauty shop?"

My bestest elephant named Philip Johnny Bob raised his foot.

"I do! I do!" he said.

I hugged him very tight. 'Cause that guy is always a good sport, that's why.

I picked him up and put him in my beauty chair.

I sat him on lots of pillows so he would be tall.

Then I kept on looking and looking at his fur.

"Yeah, only here's the problem," I said. "Your fur is made out of softie gray velvet. And softie gray velvet is short and smoothie. And so I can't even trim you."

Philip Johnny Bob did a sad sigh.

I patted his head and put him back on the bed.

Just then, I accidentally stepped on something.

I looked on the floor.

And guess what?

It was my slippers that look like bunnies!

"Us! Us! Trim us!" they said real squealy.

"Hey, yeah! 'Cause you have the beautifulest long white fur I ever even saw! And so you guys will be perfect, probably!"

I quick picked them up and put them in my beauty chair.

After that, I skipped all around them. And I snipped their long white fur.

I singed a lovely song.

It is called "Snipping, Snipping, Snipping Their Long White Fur."

It was the funnest fun I ever even had.

After I got done, I holded them up to the mirror so they could see theirselves.

They did not smile.

I>We're baldies," they said real soft.

I did a big breath at those guys.

"Yeah, only I already know you are baldies. But that is not my fault. 'Cause you kept on wiggling while I was trimming you," I said.

I petted their heads very nice.

"Don't worry," I whispered. "'Cause bunny fur probably grows back, probably. I'm almost positive, sort of."

Then I hugged them real gentle. And I throwed them under my bed.

'Cause I didn't want Mother and Daddy might see them, that's why.

After that, I got in bed and did a sigh.

This job was going to take more practice than I thought.

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