1 There Will Be Sharks

Stink and the Shark Sleepover Megan McDonald illustrated by Peter H. Reynolds

THERR WILL BE SHARKS

Sleepy. Sleepier. Sleepiest.... NOT! Stink had to wait. Wait and wait and wait some more for Mom and Dad to come home from their fancy dance. Chloe, the babysitter, was pop-pop- popping popcorn in the kitchen. "Trying to stay awake is worse than holding your breath underwater," Stink told Judy. He yawned. "Why don't you just go to bed?" Judy asked. "Because Mom and Dad went to a thingy." "Uh-huh. A fund-raiser thingy." "And it raises money for your heart." "So?" "So they get to bid on prizes and they might win stuff." "And?" "And if they win the best prize, I get a trip to Montpelier." Stink yawned. "The capital of Vermont?" "No, not Vermont. James Madison's house. Right here in Virginia." "I should have known," said Judy.

"You get to cook on a fire and dig for old stuff." Stink yawned some more. "And make a brick." "Vermont would be cooler," said Judy. "Vermont has teddy bears and maple syrup and Vermontasaurus." Stink did not hear a word Judy said about Vermont. He had fallen asleep right smack-dab in the middle of the family-room floor, curled up next to Charlie (creepy puppet), Astro (guinea pig), Toady (toad), and Mouse (cat). And Hoodoo, Voodoo, Gilgamesh, and Fred (yarn zombies).

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Chloe came back with the popcorn. "Aww. He looks so sweet when he's asleep." "A sleeping Stink is a good thing," said Judy. "We're home!" called Mom and Dad. "Anybody up?" Stink popped up as if he'd never been asleep. "Did we win?" Mom rubbed her feet. Dad took off his tie. Mom hung up her purse. Dad and Mom said goodbye to Chloe. Chloe waved good-bye to Judy and Stink. Stink looked from Mom to Dad. "So, did we win? Did we, did we, did we?" "We won," said Dad. "I won an antique doorstop." Stink's face fell. "Dad's kidding," said Mom. "I won. An autographed cookbook." "What?" said Stink. "The only thing worse than a doorstop is a cookbook!"