02 Heebie-Jeebies

Heebie-Jeebies Judy was helping Stink with his homework, quizzing him for a science test. "Name the four seasons," said Judy. "Easy. Salt, pepper, ketchup, and mustard," said Stink. "Seasons of the YEAR, Stink," said Judy. "Never mind. How about this one. What makes dew form?" "When leaves sweat?" asked Stink.

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"N-O!" said Judy. "Here's one. You have to know this. What is a fibula?" "Oh, I know. That's like when you tell a lie, but not a really big one. A little one." "No, Stink. It's a bone! In your leg! Between your knee and your ankle. I think you better study some more. Now, can I ask you a question?" "I thought that's what you were doing." "Not a science test question. What would you do if you thought there was just one Stink, then you found out there was somebody else out there just like you? Like another Stink?" "I'd bug you TWICE as much." "Never mind. I'll ask Mom and Dad." Judy asked her mom. Mom just hugged her

and said, "You're the one and only Judy Moody in my book." "Is this for science? Or social studies?" asked Dad. "You don't understand," Judy told her dad. "There's only ONE of you and ONE of Mom and ONE of Stink. But, well, I mean, what if you met somebody and they were just like you? And you didn't feel special anymore?" "At least I'd have a new best friend," said Dad. Hmmm. Judy thought about that one. Best friend? Or best enemy? The next day, Best-Enemy Girl Reporter came up to Judy at recess. "Hi! Remember me?" "Check," said Judy, frowning.

"You do remember! Your name's Judy. Right? What's your last name? I want to put your chew-gum-in-school idea in my paper." Judy perked up. "Moody. Judy Moody." "Judy Moody? For real? Hey, you rhyme! Just

like me!" "Same-same," said Judy excitedly. "So, do kids always try to rhyme stuff around you? Like 'Amy Namey, how's Jamie? Want to play a game-y? You're so lame-y.' Stuff like that?" "I've heard 'Howdy Doody, Judy Moody' and 'Judy Moody has cooties' about ten hundred million times!" "Exactly! That's so cool we both have the rhyming name thing. You could be in my club." "I'm already in a club. The Toad Pee Club. With my friends." "But this is a real club. It's not just for anybody. It's for people all over the world with names that rhyme. It's called the My-Name-Is-a-Poem Club."