Stink and the Incredible Super-Galactic Jawbreaker Read Online Free

all caught. His elbows poked inside his shirt like a punching bag, but he couldn’t find his way out.
    Help! Stink was stuck inside his pajama top!
    “The name
centipede
means ‘one hundred feet.’ That’s why we think all centipedes have a hundred legs,” said Mrs. Mack.
    Stink was still wrestling with his pajamas. The top went up over his head. Stink lost his head! He wrestled some more. Finally! He poked his arm out!

    “Ow!” he heard Webster cry. “Hey, you sucker-punched me!” He shoved Stink into Sophie of the Elves.
    “Hey!” said Stink. “I was only—”
    “Boys!” said Mrs. D. “Come with me.”
    First the shirt. Then hitting Webster. Double trouble!
    All the lights were on now. The room was suddenly somebody-got-in-trouble quiet. Webster had his head down and looked like he was going to cry. Everybody stared at the boys as they followed Mrs. Dempster out into the hallway.
    “Okay, you two. What’s this fighting all about? I thought you were the best of friends.”
    “Stink started it,” said Webster. “I was just sitting there, and he punched me for no reason.”

    “I didn’t mean to hit him! Honest!” said Stink. “It’s all my pajamas’ fault. I got stuck inside my shirt! Cross my heart. No lie. I was just trying to raise my hand to say that most centipedes have fifteen pairs of legs. But some have up to 177 pairs, and if a leg gets cut off, it grows back, and some centipedes even glow in the dark.”
    “So it was an accident?” asked Mrs. Dempster.
    “Yes!” said Stink.
    “Can you say you’re sorry, Stink?”
    “Sorry, Webster,” said Stink. “I didn’t mean to hit you.”
    “Webster?” said Mrs. Dempster. “Are you okay now? Do you need to go see the nurse?”
    “Whatever,” said Webster.
    “Boy,” Stink said. “I never knew pajamas could get a person into so much trouble!” But Webster was already walking down the hall toward the nurse’s office. His back was mad. Even his hair was mad.





 
    Stink felt lousy. Worse than a NOT-one-hundred-legged centipede. He dragged himself home from school, down the street, up the sidewalk, and in the front door.
    Dad was home early. “How was Pajama Day?” he asked Stink.
    “Terrible,” said Stink. “I had one of those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, just-like-that-kids’-book yuck days.”
    “What’s wrong?” asked Mom, coming into the room.

    “Stink hit his friend Webster today!” said Judy. “At the library assembly. It was all over school. He got in way-big trouble and the teacher took him out and yelled at him up and down and the whole school saw and—”
    “That’s enough, Judy,” said Dad.
    “It wasn’t my fault,” said Stink. “It was my pajamas’ fault!” Stink told Mom and Dad what happened. “I’m going to write a letter to the pajama people and tell them their pajamas got me in big trouble
and
made me lose my best friend,” said Stink.
    “No more letters!” said Judy.
    “No more letters,” said Mom.
    “Well, maybe one more,” said Dad. “How about a letter of apology to your friend Webster?”
    Stink went upstairs. He hid the troublemaker PJs in the way-back of his bottom dresser drawer, where the pinchy underwear, socks with holes, and the too-baby ITRUCKS pajamas from last year were.
    Then Stink worked on the letter as if it was homework.

    Stink searched around his desk for an envelope. He would put the letter on Webster’s desk tomorrow. Hello! What was this? Under a pile of jawbreakers, Stink found an envelope. Not an empty envelope. A messy-handwriting envelope addressed to Stink Moody. As in him!
    All of a sudden Stink remembered getting the messy-writing letter. But he’d been too busy counting his jawbreakers to even open it! He ripped it open now.
    YOU ARE INVITED said the card. It was spelled out in balloons held by gorillas. The card was from Webster. It was for his birthday party. And his birthday party was Saturday. LAST Saturday.
    Stink had missed