5. Hurray for Princess Clothes!

5/Hurray for Princess Clothes! That night at dinner, a great idea came in my head. It came during my macaroni. "HEY! I JUST THOUGHT OF IT!" I shouted. "I JUST THOUGHT OF HOW TO GET THAT HANDSOME GUY TO LOVE ME!" I stuffed in more macaroni. "HURRY, EVERYBODY! EAT! EAT! WE GOTTA GET TO THE MALL BEFORE IT CLOSES!" Just then, two macaronis fell out of my mouth. And onto the floor. And my dog named Tickle ate them. Daddy made a face.

"Hey, hey, hey! Slow down! What's the hurry?" he said. "We gotta get to the mall! That's what's the hurry! We have to buy me a princess dress! Plus also I need some shoes with lightning!" Mother and Daddy looked funny at me. That's how come I had to explain all about Handsome Warren. And how he loved Lucille's princess dress. And how he loved Grace's fast shoes. "And so now I will get a princess dress! Plus also I will get shoes with lightning! And then Warren will love me, too!" I wiped my mouth with my hand. Then I quick jumped down from my chair. "'Scuse me, please! 'Scuse me from the table! 'Cause I'm all filled up!" I runned down the hall. And zoomed into

the nursery. The nursery is where my baby brother named Ollie lives. "YOU GUYS DO THE DISHES!" I hollered to Mother and Daddy. "I'LL PUT OLLIE'S SWEATER ON HIS HEAD! 'CAUSE THAT WILL SAVE US TIME, I THINK!" I quick climbed into Ollie's crib. Then I tried to pull that baby's sweater on him. Only his giant head didn't fit through the hole.

He waked up from his nap. Then he started to cry very loud. I heard loud feet running in the hall. "JUNIE B. JONES! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" yelled an angry voice. It was Mother.

She runned in the room. And picked up baby Ollie. She patted his giant head. "That's quite a melon he has there," I said very quiet. Baby Ollie kept on crying. "Want me to get a leash?" I asked Mother. "Let's put him on a leash, okay? 'Cause he is

all jazzied up, I think. And so how will we even control him at the mall?" Mother rolled her eyes way back in her head. "We're not going to the mall, Junie B.," she said. "We are not going anywhere." I stamped my foot. "Yes!" I said. "We have to! We have to go to the mall to get my princess dress! And my shoes with lightning. Or else that boy will not love me, I tell you!" Mother closed her eyes. She did some deep breaths. Her voice got softer. "Okay. I want you to listen to me. And I want you to listen carefully," she said. "You don't make friends by wearing new dresses or shoes with lightning. You make new friends by being fun to be with. And by being nice to