Junie B. Jones and Some Sneaky Peeky Spying (3 page)

“Yeah, only I can’t come there,” I explained. “’Cause I just remembered something very important. And it’s called—I’m not done drinking yet!”

Then I runned right back to the water fountain. Only Mrs. and the strange man were already disappeared.

“Shoot,” I said. “Where did those Sneaky Petes go to?”

After that I had to look all over the store for those guys.

First, I looked where the chocolate milk was. Then I looked where the pasketti and tomato sauce was. And I also looked where the delicious candy was.

Only guess where I finally found them?

At the stinky dumb vegetables! That’s where!

I quick ducked down and hided around the corner.

Then I did some sneaky peeky spying on them.

I saw Mrs. picking out yucky blucky brockly.

And stewie pewie tomatoes.

And also the kind of vegetable named Sue Keeny.

Except for then the strange man snatched Sue Keeny right out of her hands. And he tried to put it back on the shelf.

Only Mrs. grabbed it right back again.
And she pretended to hit him on the head with it. And then they both started laughing very much.

That’s when a very terrible thing happened.

And it’s called—Mrs. and the strange man did a big smoochie kiss!

And it was in front of the whole entire everybody!

I covered my eyes. That’s ’cause I was shamed of her, of course. On account of teachers shouldn’t do that smoochie thing!

After that, I peeked my eyes between my fingers. And I saw Mrs. standing at the grapes.

She picked up a bunch of the green kind. Then she pulled some grapes right off the top of it.

And that’s when the most terriblest thing of all happened!

Because just then, Mrs. put the grapes in her mouth!

And she ATE them!

Mrs. ATE the GRAPES!

And she didn’t even PAY for them!

“Oh no,” I whispered very upset. “Oh no. Oh no.”

’Cause eating is the same thing as stealing, remember?

And teachers aren’t supposed to do stealing! Teachers are supposed to be perfecter than that! ’Cause they have to set a good zample for little children!

After that I felt very sickish inside of my stomach.

On account of Mrs. didn’t even get caught and learn her lesson!

’Cause nobody saw what she did!

Not the store guy.

Not the strange man.

Nobody.

Nobody except for me.

I didn’t tattletale on Mrs.

That’s ’cause if I told Mother, I would get in trouble for spying.

And if I told the store guy, Mrs. might go to jail.

And so I just keeped it a secret inside my head.

’Cause nobody can see secrets inside your head.

Not even if they look in your ears.

On Sunday Grandma and Grampa Miller
came to our house for dinner. Only I couldn’t talk to them that much.

That’s because secrets are very slippery. And I didn’t want it to slip out of my mouth by accident.

“Why so quiet tonight, Junie B.?” said Grandma Miller at the table. “Cat got your tongue?”

My mouth went wide open.

“What cat, Grandma? Is it the same cat that got killed by the ice cream truck? How come he wants to get my tongue? Did his tongue get squished in the accident?”

Grandma Miller made a face. Then she didn’t eat her roast beef anymore.

Mother looked surprised at me. “You sure did get chatty all of a sudden. Does this mean you’re not mad about the cookies anymore?”

And so then I remembered to stop talking
again. Or else my secret might slip out.

I squeezed my lips together very tight.

And guess what else? Even the next day—when I was on the bus to school—my lips still stayed squeezed.

“Hi, Junie B.,” said my bestest friend Grace.

I did a wave at her.

That Grace frowned at me. “How come you’re not saying hi? You
have
to say hi. It’s the rules.”

Except for I still didn’t say hi.

And so then she called me the name of big stinky.

And when we got to school, that Grace told Lucille I was being a meanie. And so those two played horses all by theirselves.

And not me.

That’s how come I finally had to sing something very loud at them.

“I’VE GOT A SECRET! HA-HAHA-HA-HAAAA-HAAA,” I sang.

That Grace put her hands on her hips.

“So?” she said. “We don’t care. Do we, Lucille?”

Except for just then Lucille runned over to me speedy quick. ’Cause she cared, that’s why.

“If you tell me your secret, I’ll be your best friend,” she said.

“Yeah, only I can’t, Lucille,” I explained. “’Cause if I tell you my secret, Mrs. might get in big trouble. And so I have to keep it inside my head.”

Lucille did a frown at me.

“It’s not good to keep secrets inside your head, Junie B.,” she said. “My brother says keeping secrets inside your head makes pressure in there. And pretty soon your head blows up.”

My eyes got very big at her.

“Oh no!” I hollered real upset.

Then I holded my head real tight with my hands. And I runned my very fastest to the nurse’s office. ’Cause she has Band-Aids to hold your head together, I think.

“MY HEAD’S GONNA BLOW! MY HEAD’S GONNA BLOW!” I yelled at the nurse.

She jumped up from her desk and hurried over to me.

“What’s wrong, Junie B.? Do you have a bad headache?” she asked.

“No. I have a bad
secret
. It’s about Mrs. Only I can’t tell anybody! And now there’s pressure in my head. And I need a Band-Aid. Or else it’s gonna splode!”

The nurse said calm down to me. Then she put a Band-Aid on my head. And me and her went to Principal’s office.

Principal is the boss of the school.

Me and him know each other very good.

That’s because I keep on getting sent down there. And so now I’m not even afraid of that guy.

Principal sat me in a big wood chair.

“Good afternoon, Junie B.,” he said. “What’s the trouble today?”

“Good afternoon,” I said back. “My head’s gonna blow.”

Principal frowned his eyes at me. “Why do you think that?” he asked.

I did a little bit of squirming. “’Cause I got a secret in there, that’s why,” I said.

Principal sat down at his big desk. He folded his hands.

“Maybe if you tell me your secret, I can help you,” he said.

“Yeah, only I can’t talk,” I told him.

Principal looked disappointed at me. “But I thought you and I were pals,” he said.

“We are,” I said. “I’m not even afraid of you.”

Principal did a chuckle. “Good. That’s
good,” he said. “Then why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you.”

That’s when I did a huffy breath at him.

’Cause the guy wasn’t listening to me, of course.

“Yeah, only I already said I can’t talk, remember that? ’Cause if I talk, then I might accidentally tell you that my teacher stoled grapes at the grocery store. And then she might have to go to jail. And so that’s how come I just have to keep it a secret inside my head. And that’s all.”

I smoothed my skirt. “The end,” I said.

Then I squeezed my lips together very tight. Or else my secret might slip out.

Only guess what?

I think it already did.

Principal called Mrs. to come to his office.

Only I didn’t even know he was going to do that sneaky thing.

That’s how come I had to pull my skirt way over my head. Or else Mrs. would see me there. And she would know I tattletaled on her.

“Don’t do that,” said Principal.

“Yeah, only I’m allowed,” I said from underneath my skirt. “’Cause I have on my new red tights. And also boxer shorts.”

After that, Principal went out of his office. And I heard my teacher’s voice outside the door.

Then I quick got down from my big wood chair. And I hided under Principal’s giant desk. ’Cause I was scared of what was going to happen, that’s why.

I stayed quiet for lots of minutes.

Then I heard feet come back in the office. And so I made my breath very quiet.

“Junie? Junie B. Jones?” said Principal.

“She might be hiding,” said Mrs. “She’s good at that, you know.”

And so just then I had to think of something
very quick. Or else they might come looking for me, I think.

“Yeah, only Junie B. Jones isn’t hiding,” I said in a scary voice. “Junie B. Jones had to go home. Only don’t call her mother. Or else she will get mad at you and crack your head open.”

After that, feet walked real fast around the desk. It was Principal.

“Come out of there right now, young lady,” he said.

I peeked my eyes at him.

“Shoot,” I said very quiet.

Then I had to sit in the big wood chair again. And Mrs. sat down next to me. Except for I didn’t look at her. Or else she might be making a fist at me.

“Good afternoon, Junie B.,” she said in a nice voice.

I did a gulp.

“I think you and I need to have a little talk,” she said.

Then my eyes got a teeny bit of wet in them. ’Cause a little talk means I’m gonna get yelled at.

“Yeah, only I tried not to tattletale on you,” I said very quick. “’Cause I didn’t want you to go to jail for stealing grapes. And so I kept it a secret inside my head. And I didn’t talk. And Grandma Miller thought a dead cat got my tongue.

“Only today Lucille said my head was gonna blow. And so that’s how come I runned to the nurse for a Band-Aid. And she tooked me to Principal. And then my secret accidentally slipped out of my lips.”

Mrs. dried my eyes with a tissue.

“It’s okay, Junie B.,” she said. “I’m not
angry at you. I just need to know what you saw me do at the grocery store. Can you tell me what you saw?”

Then she said the word
egg-zactly
.

I made my voice very whispering. “I eggzactly saw you eat grapes,” I told her. “Except for you didn’t pay the store man for them. You just put them in your mouth and ate them. And that is called the word of stealing, I think.”

After that I hided my head under my skirt again.

“You don’t have to hide, Junie B.,” said Mrs. “
I’m
the one who should be hiding.
I’m
the one who took the grapes.”

I peeked my eyes over my skirt at her.

Then Mrs. did a little smile. And she explained all about what happened.

“Two weeks ago I bought some grapes at the grocery store,” she said. “But when I got them home I discovered they were so sour no one in my family would eat them.

“So
this
week—when my husband and I went back to the store—I thought I’d be smart and taste a couple of grapes before I bought them.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Is that the rules?” I asked very quiet.

Mrs. shook her head.

“No,” she said. “That’s
not
the rules. I should have told the grocery man about my sour grapes. And then I should have asked him if I could sample one or two. But I didn’t do that. And it was right of you to worry when you saw me eating them without paying for them.”