2 Contents 1. The Bestest Game Winner 2. Hopping and Racing and Tic-Tac-Toad 3. All About Carnivals 4. Very Practicing 5. Stupid Dumb Carnival Games 6. Bull’s-Eye 7. Winning!!! 8. The Most Usefulest Cake I Love 3 4 1 /The Bestest Game Winner My name is Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except I don’t like Beatrice. I just like B and that’s all. I am in the grade of kindergarten. It is the afternoon kind. Afternoon kindergarten is better than morning kindergarten. That’s because you get to sleep late. And watch cartoons. Only guess what? Today my baby brother named Ollie waked me up very too early. He was screaming for his bottle. But screaming is not polite. And so he needed some discipline, I think. I sat up in my bed. “HEY! SHUT UP YOUR FACE!” I hollered. Mother opened my door speedy quick. Her eyes were angry at me. “Junie B. Jones! What do you think you’re doing?” she growled. I hided from her under my sheet. “I think I’m doin’ discipline,” I said kind of quiet. “Please, Junie B. Not today,” said Mother. “Daddy and I need you to be on your best behavior. We both have to go to work early and Grampa Miller is coming to baby-sit.” Just then, I heard the front door open. “GRAMPA! IT’S MY GRAMPA FRANK MILLER!” I shouted. I jumped out of bed and ran to meet him. Only too bad for Grampa. ’Cause he didn’t see me coming around the corner. And I accidentally butted him in the stomach with my head. Grampa Miller yelled the word of OOOMF! Then he bended way over in half. And me and Mother and Daddy had to help him walk to the couch. Daddy did a frown at me. “How many times have we told you not to run in the house?” he said. I counted on all my fingers. “A million thrillion skadillion, I think. Only I’m just guessing.” After that, Mother made me sit on her lap. And she told Grampa Frank Miller the baby-sitter ’structions on me. Baby-sitter ’structions is all the stuff I’m not allowed to do. Like no climbing on top of the ’frigerator. And no putting lipstick on