09 Pig in the City

Pig in the City "He's not here!" Judy cried. "What are we going to do?" She, Judy Moody, had all the luck. NOT. P.G. was L-O-S-T lost. "Maybe he got off on another floor," said Stink. Ding! Just then, an elevator door opened. Judy and Stink rushed over and peered inside. A guy in a bathrobe and slippers stepped out. "Have you seen a pig?" Judy asked the guy. "He's about this big, pinkish, with a black spot on his tail. He answers to the name PeeGee WeeGee or just P.G.?" "Sorry. My ride was pig-free," said the guy,

heading for the pool. Ding! Another elevator landed. Only a gray- haired lady with an umbrella stepped out. "He's got to be around here somewhere," said Judy. "C'mon, Stinker. Think like a pig." "I'm hungry," said Stink. "Not now, Stink." "But you told me to think like a pig. Pigs are always hungry." Stink cupped his hand to his mouth. "Mar-co!" he called. "Oink-o," Judy called back. "It's Polo," said Stink. "Um, Stink, I hate to tell you, but pigs can't say 'Polo.'" "Oh. Yeah." Judy slumped to the floor. It was no use. Her lucky penny must be deader than a toenail. O-U-T out of good luck. All it seemed to bring now

was the other kind. B-A-D luck. "C'mon, Stink. If you were a pig in a big hotel, where would you go?" "To the piggy bank?" Stink teased. "Get serious." "Okay, I'd ride piggyback on one of those wheelie carts all the way down to the pool. Then I'd climb up the high dive and—" "When pigs fly!" said Judy. Wait a second. Fly? She looked up. Of course! The glass elevator. "Follow me!" Judy and Stink stood smack-dab in the center of the lobby. They looked up, up, up at the fancy glass elevator. "Is that who I think it is?" Stink asked. It was not an iguana named Iggy. It was not a chinchilla. It was not an Oompa-Loompa. It was a little piggy running in circles around

the inside of the glass elevator. "P.G.!" called Judy. Hurry up! Hurry up! she willed the elevator. "Why does that thing have to take so long?" Ding! At last, the elevator landed and the door opened. P.G. was chasing his tail and kicking up his pig's feet. "Hold the door open," Judy told Stink. She talked baby talk to P.G. "Who's a bad little piggy? You are. Yes, you are. Coo, coo, coo." "You're cuckoo," said Stink. Just then, P.G. bolted out the elevator door, away from Judy, and past Stink. Oink! Oink! Snort! He ran squealing and grunting, slipping and sliding across the marble lobby floors. He ran over to a potted tree in the lobby and snuffled in the dirt.

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"Dirt! He misses dirt!" said Stink. Pshoo! P.G. sneezed and shook his ears. He ran circles around the fountain in the lobby. "P.G.! No!" said Judy, but it was too late. Ker-splash! P.G. bounded right in. "Towel time," said Judy, taking the towel from Stink. "Okay. I'm going to sneak up behind him and grab him." Tiptoe... tiptoe... tiptoe... pounce! "Gotcha!" said Judy. She scooped P.G. up in the towel and snuggled him close. "P.G., what were you thinking? You already had a bath, you nutty pig." Judy, Stink, and P.G. got back on the elevator. Stink pressed the button for seven. "Going up!" he called. "You had us worried there, P.G.," said Judy. "Yes, you did." She held P.G. in the air and