1 Fizz Ed

Stink and The Ultimate Thumb-Wrestling Smackdown Megan McDonald illustrated by Peter H. Reynolds

Fizz Ed

Crackdown! Smackdown! Thwackdown! Stink stared at the stack of super-secret sealed envelopes on Mrs. D.'s desk. He could hardly wait. Report Card Day! Report Card Day was the best day ever in the whole entire school year. Right after Crazy Hat Day and Pajama Day, that is. At last it was time. Mrs. D. handed him an envelope. A brand-spanking-new envelope with a shiny little window that said: TO THE PARENTS OF JAMES E. MOODY. Stink took a sniff. Stink took a whiff. He could almost smell the perfect ink used to write down all the good grades he was about to get.

"Remember," said Mrs. D., "no opening until you have a parent present." Just then, the bell rang. Stink put the envelope in his Wednesday folder. He put the

folder in his backpack. He rushed out the door. On the bus, Stink could not stand it one more minute. He took out the super-secret sealed envelope. "You better not open it," said his best friend Webster. "You better not open it," said his other best friend, Sophie of the Elves. "I'm just looking," said Stink. "Stink, put that away," said his sister, Judy. "You're not allowed to open it till we get home." Stink held the envelope to the light. He pressed it against the bus window. "O, O, O, O, O," said Stink. "I see a lot of Os for Outstanding!"

"Zeros," said Judy, cracking up. "You got all zeros." "Hardee-har-har," said Stink. Stink had ants in his pants all the way home. Bees in his knees. Flies in his eyes. Stink felt like a hopping popcorn kernel just about to p-o-p! Stink raced into the house. He took out his Wednesday folder and handed the envelope to Mom. "Open it, open it, open it." "Let's wait for Dad." "But the sooner you open it," said Stink, "the sooner we can hang it on the fridge in the Moody Hall of Fame. I know I got all O's" "O is for oh, brother," Judy said. Report card time! Dad peered over Mom's shoulder. They smiled proud smiles for all the big fat cheery O's on his report card. "Good for you, honey," said Mom, putting an arm around him. "Lots of Outstandings. You should be proud of yourself, Stink," said Dad.