02 Good Luck x 3

Good Luck x5 The next day, three things happened to Judy. Three good-luck things. Judy woke up just like she did on any other normal old day. She ran downstairs to eat breakfast just like she did on any other normal old day. "Stink, pass the Lucky Os, please." Stink passed the cereal. Judy poured Lucky Os into her bowl. She added milk. That's when it happened. Good-Luck Thing Number One. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven fun-shaped marshmallows floated in her cereal. "Stink! Check it out! How many marshmallows

do you see?" Stink counted. "Seven?" "Exactly! Seven is a lucky number. In fact, seven is the luckiest number of all." "Can I eat a lucky marshmallow?" Stink reached his spoon toward her bowl. Judy swatted his hand away. "No! I have to see if any of these are purple horseshoes. Horseshoes are super lucky." Judy reached in and plucked out a purple horseshoe. "It's a double!" she squealed. "Two purple horseshoes stuck together. Double stuff is lucky, too." Stink looked in his bowl. He looked in the box. But he did not see any more double lucky marshmallows. "You have all the luck," said Stink. He put a spoonful of un-lucky cereal in his

mouth. He slumped down in his chair to chew. Suddenly, his eyes stopped blinking and his whole body froze.

"What? What's wrong?" Judy asked. "My lucky ketchup packet!" said Stink, with a mouthful of half-chewed cereal. "I sat on it!" "Huh?" "Yesterday at the diner, when you had a lucky penny in your pocket, I wanted a lucky thing, too. So I put a ketchup packet in my back pocket for my lucky thing. But I forgot about it and I think I just smooshed it." Stink made a scrunched-up, I-just-sat-on-ketchup face. "Ooh, ick. Let me see!" said Judy. Stink stood up and wiped at his pants with his hands. Sure enough, there was ketchup smeared all over his pants. There was ketchup smooshed all over the chair. Judy handed Stink a dish towel. "Here, wipe up the ketchup volcano." She closed up the cereal box. Ouch! Paper

cut! (Bad luck.) But a paper cut meant she got to wear a Band-Aid! (Good luck.) Judy ran upstairs and took out her Crazy Strips collection. She had eyeball bandages, zombies, and crime-scene tape ones. Rainbows, sushi, nesting dolls. Toast! She shook out all the toast-shaped bandages and wrapped one around her finger. Wait just a peanut-butter-and-jelly minute! What's this? A folded-up wad of... dollar bills! Ten whole dollars! What were they doing in the box of Crazy Strips? Maybe Stink hid them and forgot about them. Who cares! She was rich! Judy origami-folded each dollar bill into a ring. A money ring! One for each finger. Good-Luck Thing Number Two.

That afternoon, Judy Moody, Blue Monkey, Purple Rhino, and ten lucky dollars got dropped off at Jessica Finch's birthday bowling party at Starlight Lanes. When she got inside, she raced around the lobby looking for a Super Claw machine. "Are you looking for us?" asked Frank and Rocky, coming up beside her. Frank pointed to a lane in the far corner where the Finches were