“Double, triple, quadruple cool!”
The medal was a copper-colored coin in a plastic case. On one side it said
James Madison, President of the United States, 1809.
On the other, it had a picture of two hands shaking in friendship.
Stink passed around his brand-spanking-new James Madison friendship coin for everybody to see. While his family “oohed” and “aahed,” Stink picked up the presidents mirror. He turned it to the tall side and looked at his reflection.
Everybody says growing takes time,
thought Stink.
It’s all part of the life cycle. One day, it’s going to happen to me. Me! Mr. James Moody!
A Parents’ Choice Recommended Title
“With child-savvy humor and energy, McDonald explores Stink’s frustrations.” —
Child
“A welcome arrival for this age group.” —
Chicago Tribune
“Judy Moody lovers (and their little brothers) will adore her younger brother, Stink.” —
Seattle Times
“The narrative is fun and laced with puns . . . and it’s peppered with black-and-white illustrations, including comics reflecting Stink’s triumphant fantasies.” —
Booklist
“McDonald’s breezy narrative and likable characters will keep Judy’s followers amply amused and recruit new fans.” —
Publishers Weekly
“Delightful full-page and spot-art cartoons and playful language in large type bring the child’s adventures to life. ‘Things are definitely looking up, up, UP’ with this bright addition to beginning chapter-book collections.”
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School Library Journal
“Stink definitely measures up to his memorable sister.” —
Kirkus Reviews
“McDonald cleverly pits Stink’s earnest and slightly geeky personality against his sister’s more adamant one, and she introduces some characters we hope to see more of.”
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Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books
Stink took one lick. Then another. Then another. The giant jawbreaker was way too big to fit into his mouth.
Slurp.
He licked that jawbreaker all the way home.
Sloop.
He licked it all the way up to his room.
Slop.
He licked it while he fed Toady one-handed. He licked it while he played with his president baseball cards (including James Madison, thanks to Judy). He licked it while he did his homework one-handed.
He even licked it while he set the table for dinner. One-handed, of course.
Pretty soon his lips were green and his tongue was blue and his hands were as sticky as gum on a sneaker bottom.
“Hey,” Judy asked at dinner. “Why is there a big fat sticky blue fingerprint on my plate?”
“Oops,” said Stink, licking off his fingers. “Finger-lickin’ good!”
“Stink’s eating a jawbreaker for dinner!” said Judy, pointing.
“Stink, put that jawbreaker down and eat some real food,” said Dad. “Here. Have some macaroni.”
“This
is
real food,” said Stink. “It contains vitamins A and C and calcium. No lie.”
“And dextrose, sucrose, fructose, and other stuff that makes you comatose,” said Judy.
“It’s NOT going to make me comb my toes,” said Stink.
“And don’t forget wax,” said Judy.
“Macaroni,” said Mom. “You heard Dad. And green beans.”
“But it didn’t break my jaw yet,” said Stink. “It didn’t even stretch my mouth one bit.”
“You already have a big mouth,” said Judy.
“Hardee-har-har,” said Stink. “Well, it didn’t set my tongue on fire yet or make my cheeks feel like a chipmunk, either.”
“It may not break your jaw,” said Judy, “but all your teeth are going to fall out. For sure and absolute positive. Did you know Queen Elizabeth ate so many candies from her pockets that her teeth turned black? No lie!”
“At least I won’t have to brush them every day!” said Stink.
Every day, Stink ate a little more and a little more of his jawbreaker. He ate it in bed first thing in the morning before he brushed his teeth. He ate it at recess in between playing H-O-R-S-E with his super-duper best friend, Webster. He ate it on the bus and