Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer Page #4

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And lost tribes that need to get found.

OK, but do you have any idea

how expensive it would be...

Oh, Stink!

We're going to Borneo!

But we need money-o,

so let's have a yard sale!

I'll sell my pizza table collection.

MAN:
That's right, five pizza tables,

only $9.99! Call now!

Ooh! You can sell your

World's Biggest Jawbreaker.

MAN:
World's Biggest Jawbreaker, now

only...

No can do. Can't. I'm busy.

- Are these cranberries?

- Uh, yes.

OK. Bye.

What? Bye.

OK, sweetie, can you just, um...

You know what,

sit down for a second.

I just wanna talk to you

about something.

Um, so I was just on the phone

with your other grandma,

you know, my mom.

And you know how she and Gramps

are moving to that

retirement community?

Well, I'm afraid Gramps hurt his back,

so he's gonna need a little help, so...

You mean we're flying

to California to visit them?

- (GASPING)

- Now...

That's almost as good as Borneo!

- Yes! Yes!

- Hang tight for one second.

Um, let me get a little more specific.

- Thank you! Thank you!

- If I could just...

- Did you tell her?

- Uh, not, not quite.

- Honey.

- Listen, jelly bean.

Something's come up.

Your mom and I have to fly

to California in a few days...

Yeah.

...and you and Stink...

...are staying here.

What?

You're going to leave me here?

To die of starvation

and boredom and Stink-dom?

OK, kiddo, it is not gonna be that bad.

Your Aunt Opal's coming.

- Aunt who?

- My sister.

Judy, you've heard me

mention her a million times.

- So? I never actually met her.

- You did when you were little.

She could be totally evil.

She could be a zombie for all I know.

- Oh.

- STINK:
Do I look like a berry bush?

- DAD:
Uh...

- I'm trying to fake out Bigfoot.

Well, in that case, absolutely.

- Oh, yes. 100 percent.

- Definitely.

Yes! Great! Bye!

So let me get this straight.

I'm not going to California.

I'm not going to Borneo.

I'm not going to circus camp. And now

I'm not even going to Grandma Lou's?

Then this is the way worst,

double-drat, bummer summer ever!

(JUDY GROWLS)

(GROANS)

This is supposed to be

the summer of a hundred thrills.

- But instead...

- (HORN HONKING)

STINK:
Judy, it's the ice cream truck!

I am so not in the mood!

Ow.

Dear Magic 8 Ball,

could this summer get any worse?

"Without a doubt"?

(GROANS)

(PURRING)

- (GROANING)

- (GROWLING)

(MEOWS)

MOM:
Stink! Judy!

Aunt Opal's here!

(GROAN)

DAD:
Opal, you're here!

- MOM:
Opal! There she is!

- DAD:
Wow, it's been forever!

(WOMEN SQUEALING)

MOM:
Group hug!

(CHATTERING)

JUD Y:
"Dear Amy,

summerjust got way worse.

Aunt Awful has landed!

Can't you please come home?

Or else send me a ticket to Borneo?"

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