Stink and the Incredible Super-Galactic Jawbreaker Read Free

“Mo-om!”
    “Shh!” said Stink.
    Mom came back into the front room. “It’s no fair,” Judy told her. “Stink gets tons of free stuff and he won’t give me ANY and I wrote a letter one time and all I got was a big fat nothing.”
    “Stink?” asked Mom. “What’s this all about?”
    “Nothing!” said Stink.
    “It doesn’t look like nothing.”
    “Okay, okay. Mrs. D. taught us how to write letters and I was just practicing, you know, like homework . . .”
    “Ha!” said Judy.
    “And maybe I sent some letters to some people. . . .”
    “Companies!” said Judy. “Begging for free stuff!”
    “No way!” said Stink. “I just told them some stuff that was wrong with things, and they sent me all this! And it’s free, and no way is it stealing!” said Stink.
    “Stink,” said Mom, “no more letters. Later on we’ll talk to Dad about what to do with all this stuff.”
    “Do we have to send it back?” asked Stink.
    “We’ll see,” said Mom.
    “Ha!” Judy whispered. “That means YES!”





 
    After that, the mail got way boring. No exciting letters, no mysterious packages. Stink got a postcard about wearing a seat belt, a new issue of
Short Stuff
magazine, and some envelope addressed in super-messy writing. He didn’t bother opening it. Bor-ing!
    Then, after dinner, as if Mom had read his mind, she told Stink out of the blue, “I almost forgot. A box came for you. It’s on the table.”

    “Not
another
one,” said Judy, hitting her forehead. “No fair. Stink, you’re not supposed to write any more letters.”
    “I didn’t!” said Stink. “I swear!”
    “Don’t worry. It’s from someone you know and love this time.”
    “Jawbreaker Heaven? Gobstoppers? I know and love them.”
    “No. Grandma Lou. She heard about Pajama Day.”
    “Pajama Day?” asked Judy.
    “It’s only in Mrs. D.’s class,” said Stink. “We get to bring stuffed animals and a sleeping bag and wear pajamas and stuff. Then we read books all day and we don’t have math and she brings her dog.”
    “What does her dog have to do with Pajama Day?” asked Judy.
    “I’m just saying,” said Stink.
    “How come Stink gets a present and not me?” asked Judy.
    “It’s not a present,” said Stink. “It’s for Pajama Day. That’s like homework.”
    “Just my luck,” said Judy. “I have math and spelling, and Stink gets pajama homework.” She peered over Stink’s shoulder as he opened the box.
    “Stop crowding,” said Stink. “I need my personal space.”
    Judy reached into the box and snatched something. “Look! I got a Bonjour Bunny shirt!”
    “How come you get that?” asked Stink.
    “For Un-pajama Day!” said Judy.
    Stink pulled out a pair of striped PJs with bacon and eggs all over them. “No way am I wearing these for Pajama Day,” said Stink.

    “Why not?” asked Mom.
    “Hello! Kindergarten!” said Stink.
    “Well, I think they’re cute as a bug’s ear,” said Mom.
    Mouse raced over and licked the pajama eggs.
    “Mouse likes them!” said Judy. “Look, Stink. The sunny-side-up eggs have glow-in-the-dark middles! You love stuff that glows.”
    “Wait. Let me see,” said Stink.
    “Just try them on, honey,” said Mom.
    Stink pulled off his shirt and put on the pajama top. He stretched his arms out and turned back and forth, showing off.
    “Stink, you look like a walking menu. No, a night-light! No, an electric eel!” said Judy. “How will you ever get to sleep?”
    “It’s better than the ITRUCKS ones I got last year,” said Stink. “Besides, the glow-in-the-dark part is kool-with-a-
k
!” All of a sudden, Stink started to squirm. He scratched his arm. He scratched his neck. He pulled at the tag in back.
    “What’s wrong?” asked Judy. “Your new PJs have cooties?”
    “These pajamas itch,” said Stink.
    “Here, I’ll cut off the tags and soften them up in the washer for tomorrow,” said Mom. “You get ready for bed now, Stink. You too, Judy.”

    “Good