Cover image for Junie B. Jones has a monster under her bed / by Barbara Park ; illustrated by Denise Brunkus.
Junie B. Jones has a monster under her bed / by Barbara Park ; illustrated by Denise Brunkus.
Publication Information:
New York : Random House, c1997.
Physical Description:
69 p. : ill. ; 20 cm.
General Note:
"A stepping stone book."
After hearing from a classmate at kindergarten that people have monsters under their beds, Junie B. Jones is afraid to go to sleep that night.
Audience/Reading Level:
RL: 1.9

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Barbara Park's New York Times bestselling chapter book series, Junie B. Jones, is a classroom favorite and has been keeping kids laughing--and reading--for more than twenty years. Over 60 million copies in print and now with a bright new look for a new generation!

Meet the World's Funniest Kindergartner--Junie B. Jones! Junie B. knows there's no such thing as monsters. Mother and Daddy even said so. But then why is there monster drool on Junie B.'s pillow? Oh, no! What if Paulie Allen Puffer is right--what if she really does have a monster under her bed? If Junie B. goes to sleep, the monster might see her feet hanging down. And he might think her piggy toes are yummy little wiener sausages!

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."

Author Notes

Barbara Park was born in Mount Holly, New Jersey on April 21, 1947. She spent her first two years of college at Rider University in New Jersey before receiving a B.S. degree from the University of Alabama.

She began writing children's books after she had children of her own. In a career that began in 1982, she published over 50 books including Don't Make Me Smile, Operation: Dump the Chump, Ma! There's Nothing to Do Here!, Skinnybones, and The Kid in the Red Jacket. She was best known for her 28-book Junie B. Jones series which was first published in 1992. She won seven Children's Choice Awards and four Parents' Choice Awards.

She helped found a charitable organization, Sisters in Survival, to raise money for women with ovarian cancer. She died from ovarian cancer on November 15, 2013 at the age of 66.

(Bowker Author Biography)



Chapter 5: My Worstest Night Ever It was my worstest night ever. I didn't sleep any winks. That's because I had to keep my eyes open. Or else the monster wouldn't stay invisible. I heard Mother and Daddy go to bed. "GOOD NIGHT, EVERYBODY! GOOD NIGHT! IT'S ME! IT'S JUNIE B. JONES! I AM STILL AWAKE IN HERE. 'CAUSE I CAN'T EVEN CLOSE MY EYES OR THE MONSTER WILL COME!" Mother and Daddy didn't yell back. "PLUS HERE'S ANOTHER THING I NEED TO TELL YOU! DON'T TURN OUT THE HALL LIGHT. PLUS DON'T SHUT MY DOOR! PLUS DON'T SHUT YOUR DOOR, EITHER!" "Go to sleep!" grouched Mother. I smiled very relieved. "It was good to hear your voice," I said real soft. After that, Mother and Daddy got in bed. And they turned out their light. Daddy started to snore. "Oh no," I said. "Now he won't even be awake to save me if the monster comes." I pulled Philip Johnny Bob out of my covers. " I will save you ," he said. "I will squirt water in the monster's face. Plus I will stomple him with my giant elephant feet. And so now you can close your eyes. And you don't even have to worry about that guy." I looked and looked at him. "Yeah, only here's the problem," I said. "You're not actually strong 'cause you just have fluffy in you. Plus also you can't really squirt water. And so who am I kidding here?" Philip Johnny Bob stared at me a real long time. Then he went back under the covers. Just then, I heard feet in the hall. It was monster feet, I think! They kept getting closer and closer to me. Then pretty soon they runned right in my room! And guess what? It was my dog, Tickle! That's what! "Tickle! Tickle! I am so glad to see you! 'Cause now you can protect me from the monster! And so why didn't I think of this before?" I pulled back my covers and patted for him to jump up. "Here, Tickle! You can sleep right on my pillow! 'Cause Mother won't even find out about this!" Then Tickle springed right up there. And he runned all around on my bed. He put his head under my sheets and runned down to my feet. "No, Tickle!. No! No! You have to come back up here! Or else how will you even protect me?" I pulled him back up. He put his paws on Raggedy Larry. And chewed his red hair. "No, Tickle! No! No!" I said. Just then, Tickle springed over me. And he landed on my elephant named Philip Johnny Bob. He holded him by his trunk. And shaked that guy all around. I saved Philip Johnny Bob just in time. Then I pushed Tickle off my bed. And he runned out of my room. Philip Johnny Bob was very upset. I petted his trunk. Also, I hugged Raggedy Larry. Only too bad for me. 'Cause just then Raggedy Ruth fell right out of my bed. On account of the dumb sheets weren't tucked in anymore. Me and Raggedy Larry peeked over the side at her. " Get her , said Raggedy Larry. "Yeah, only I I>can't/I> get her," I said real upset. "Or else the monster will grab my hand and pull me right under the bed." I thought about what to do. Then -- all of a sudden -- I picked up all my friends in my arms. "We have to make a run for it," I told them. "We have to sleep with Mother and Daddy tonight. 'Cause we will be safe with them. Plus they won't even know we're there probably. 'Cause their bed is the size of a king." I stood on the side of my bed. Then I jumped way out to the middle of the floor. And I quick picked up Raggedy Ruth. I ran to Mother and Daddy's room. They were sleeping and snoring. "Shh," I said to Raggedy Larry. "Shh," I said to Philip Johnny Bob. Then all of us crawled down the middle of their bed. And we sneaked under their covers. Only too bad for me. 'Cause Mother rolled right over on Philip Johnny Bob's trunk. And it waked her right up. She turned on the light. I did a gulp. "Hello. How are you today? Me and my friends are sleeping here. 'Cause we didn't think you'd mind, probably." Mother carried me back to my room zippity quick. Then she leaned close to my ear. And she talked very scary with her teeth closed. "Do... not ... get... out... of... bed... one... more... time," she said. And so guess what? I didn't. Excerpted from Junie B. Jones Has a Monster under Her Bed by Barbara Park All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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