Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer Quotes

“Ow.” Pulling out the Magic 8 Ball, Judy asked a question, shaking it hard: “Dear Magic 8 Ball: Could this summer get any worse?” The window cleared: Without a doubt.”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“fair! You guys had”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“summer ever. RARE! Judy passed a note to Rocky before Mr. Todd came back.”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“Gino’s Pizza.”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“artist?” Opal chose a hunk of fabric, Goliath Glue, ribbons, and a hammer, and dropped them onto the couch beside the lid. “A guerrilla artist, actually.” “Gorilla? As in monkey?” Opal shook her head. “As in secret. Under the radar. A guerrilla artist makes art out of everything and puts it everywhere.”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“Code Bigfoot!”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“nada, zip, zero, zilch,”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“say so?”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“gigunda”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“Oh, all right.”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“sweets”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“SCAT!” Stink swatted the sandwich out of Judy’s hand. He flipped it over. Stink jumped up and pointed. “Oogley-boogley, ugh, ugh, ugh! Judy stared at something brown and squishy on the bottom of her sandwich. “What IS that?” “It’s scat! As in doo-doo! Dung! Manure! POOP!” He showed her his sandwich, smeared with brown goo. Judy and Stink hopped up and leaped as far away as they could, falling off their giant teacup and screaming “AGHHHHH!”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“All of a sudden, Frank gagged, then BLUCK! He spewed a spurting stream of chunky blue upchuck. Before you could say Scream Monster, she, Judy Moody, was covered in blue.”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“Nah-uh! Bad one!” everybody moaned. “No way,” said Frank. The note shot out of his mouth and landed smack-dab in the middle of Rocky’s desk. Slobber City! “Gross!” yelled Rocky. Mr. Todd passed out the quizzes. Mr. Todd cleared his throat. “Question number one: How many times did I wear a purple tie to school this year?” Everybody shouted answers. “Ten!” “Twenty-seven!” “One hundred!” “Four!” “Never!” called Jessica Finch. “Never is correct!” said Mr. Todd. “Number two: How long did it take our class to go around the world?” “Eight days!” said Frank. “Eight and a half days,” said Judy. “Too easy. Let’s skip ahead. Here’s one. This is big. Really big. We’re talking MUCHO GRANDE!” “Tell us!” everybody shouted. “Can anyone — that means YOU, Class 3T — guess what I, your teacher, Mr. Todd, will be doing THIS SUMMER?” “Working at the Pickle Barrel Deli?” asked Hunter. “I saw you there.” “That was last summer,” said Mr. Todd. “But this summer, if you find me, you win a prize.” “We need a clue,” said Judy. “Give us a clue.” “Clue! Clue! Clue! Clue! Clue!” yelled the class. “Okay, okay. Let me think. The clue is . . . COLD.” Mr. Todd hugged himself, pretending to shiver. “Brrr.” Jackson waved his hand. “Refrigerator salesperson!” “Snow-remover guy!” said Jordan. “Polar-bear tamer!” said Anya.”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“zooming out the door. Two”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

“zooming”
― Megan McDonald, Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer