BSC08 Boy-Crazy Stacey Read Online Free
Author: Ann M. Martin
hate that song," said Mallory.
"Okay. Jingle bells, Santa smells, Rudolph broke his — Hey! Here we go!"
The traffic was very heavy. The cars in Mrs. Pike's lane were edging along, but the ones in our lane were suddenly moving a bit faster. As we passed the other Pike car, three things happened at once. Nicky triumphantly held up his sign and was rewarded with dirty looks
from the triplets. Claire called, "Hi, Moozie-silly-billy-goo-goo!" to her mother. And Margo grabbed for the Barf Bucket and whimpered, "I don't feel too good."
"Uh-oh," I said.
"Darn," said Nicky. "She didn't have any grape soda yet."
Poor Margo looked so miserable, I couldn't turn away from her, even though if I saw her throw up, I'd probably have to use the bucket myself. She turned a wicked shade of green, but nothing happened.
"She might feel better if she sat up front," suggested Mallory.
"If you're going to trade places, do it carefully," said Mr. Pike grimly.
"Oh, boy!" squealed Nicky. "The last time this happened, Margo puked while she was climbing over the seats."
"Swell," I muttered.
The girls managed to switch places. Mallory accidentally kicked Mr. Pike in the shoulder, but Margo's breakfast stayed down.
"Jingle bells, Santa sm — " began Nicky.
"Nicholas, if we hear that song one more time ..." threatened Mr. Pike. He was trying to pass a Mack truck.
"Okay," said Nicky. "Jingle barf — "
"Nicholas!"
"It's not that song!" Nicky exclaimed. "It's a different one." But he kept quiet after that.
"How many more minutes?" asked Claire.
"About fifteen and we'll stop for ice cream," said her father.
What a relief! The ice-cream break was just what we needed. Mary Anne and the Pike kids (including Margo, who claimed to be starving) slurped up big Howard Johnson's ice-cream cones. Mr. and Mrs. Pike had coffee. And I managed to find a Popsicle that was made with fruit only — no sugar. It was great. It's nice not to be left out of every food treat.
We climbed back into the cars and began the rest of the trip to Sea City. After a while, the ground began to look sandier. The trees became scrubbier and shorter. And finally Mallory spotted a sign that said SEA cnx EXIT 10 MILES.
"Oh, boy!" she whooped.
The rest of us cheered.
Soon we were driving off the exit ramp, Mrs. Pike behind us, and turning onto a causeway that crossed some marshy land. The air smelled of salt.
"Hey, there's the cow sign!" cried Nicky pointing.
I looked to the right and saw a billboard with a three-dimensional purple cow. It was an advertisement for cream.
"There's Crabs for Grabs!" said Mallory as we passed a restaurant.
"There's the suntan.girl!" Margo dissolved into giggles as we passed another billboard, this one showing a puppy pulling at the bottom of a little girl's bathing suit, showing off her splendid tan line.
"Why did Mr. Stupid tiptoe past the medicine chest?" shrieked Claire. "Because he didn't want to wake up the sleeping pills!" she answered herself.
"Okay, settle down," I told her.
The Pikes fell into silence as we entered Sea City. They looked awed, and I could see why. Their senses were suddenly overloaded with great kid stuff: the smell of hotdogs and fried food and the sea air, the sounds of the waves and of kids shouting and laughing and calling to each other, but mostly the sights. We passed Trampoline Land and miniature golf and souvenir stands. We passed stores and restaurants and ice-cream parlors. And in the distance was a boardwalk with arcades and a Ferris wheel and a roller coaster and probably plenty of head-spinning rides. And beyond all that gleamed the ocean.
Chapter 4.
Mr. Pike cruised down a wide street in Sea City. (He called it the main drag.) There were palm trees in front of a lot of the stores, but they were all plastic! I guess Sea City wasn't really palm tree country. Anyway, after a while he turned down a side street and stopped in front of a little pink house surrounded by white gravel. A sign in the yard
"Okay. Jingle bells, Santa smells, Rudolph broke his — Hey! Here we go!"
The traffic was very heavy. The cars in Mrs. Pike's lane were edging along, but the ones in our lane were suddenly moving a bit faster. As we passed the other Pike car, three things happened at once. Nicky triumphantly held up his sign and was rewarded with dirty looks
from the triplets. Claire called, "Hi, Moozie-silly-billy-goo-goo!" to her mother. And Margo grabbed for the Barf Bucket and whimpered, "I don't feel too good."
"Uh-oh," I said.
"Darn," said Nicky. "She didn't have any grape soda yet."
Poor Margo looked so miserable, I couldn't turn away from her, even though if I saw her throw up, I'd probably have to use the bucket myself. She turned a wicked shade of green, but nothing happened.
"She might feel better if she sat up front," suggested Mallory.
"If you're going to trade places, do it carefully," said Mr. Pike grimly.
"Oh, boy!" squealed Nicky. "The last time this happened, Margo puked while she was climbing over the seats."
"Swell," I muttered.
The girls managed to switch places. Mallory accidentally kicked Mr. Pike in the shoulder, but Margo's breakfast stayed down.
"Jingle bells, Santa sm — " began Nicky.
"Nicholas, if we hear that song one more time ..." threatened Mr. Pike. He was trying to pass a Mack truck.
"Okay," said Nicky. "Jingle barf — "
"Nicholas!"
"It's not that song!" Nicky exclaimed. "It's a different one." But he kept quiet after that.
"How many more minutes?" asked Claire.
"About fifteen and we'll stop for ice cream," said her father.
What a relief! The ice-cream break was just what we needed. Mary Anne and the Pike kids (including Margo, who claimed to be starving) slurped up big Howard Johnson's ice-cream cones. Mr. and Mrs. Pike had coffee. And I managed to find a Popsicle that was made with fruit only — no sugar. It was great. It's nice not to be left out of every food treat.
We climbed back into the cars and began the rest of the trip to Sea City. After a while, the ground began to look sandier. The trees became scrubbier and shorter. And finally Mallory spotted a sign that said SEA cnx EXIT 10 MILES.
"Oh, boy!" she whooped.
The rest of us cheered.
Soon we were driving off the exit ramp, Mrs. Pike behind us, and turning onto a causeway that crossed some marshy land. The air smelled of salt.
"Hey, there's the cow sign!" cried Nicky pointing.
I looked to the right and saw a billboard with a three-dimensional purple cow. It was an advertisement for cream.
"There's Crabs for Grabs!" said Mallory as we passed a restaurant.
"There's the suntan.girl!" Margo dissolved into giggles as we passed another billboard, this one showing a puppy pulling at the bottom of a little girl's bathing suit, showing off her splendid tan line.
"Why did Mr. Stupid tiptoe past the medicine chest?" shrieked Claire. "Because he didn't want to wake up the sleeping pills!" she answered herself.
"Okay, settle down," I told her.
The Pikes fell into silence as we entered Sea City. They looked awed, and I could see why. Their senses were suddenly overloaded with great kid stuff: the smell of hotdogs and fried food and the sea air, the sounds of the waves and of kids shouting and laughing and calling to each other, but mostly the sights. We passed Trampoline Land and miniature golf and souvenir stands. We passed stores and restaurants and ice-cream parlors. And in the distance was a boardwalk with arcades and a Ferris wheel and a roller coaster and probably plenty of head-spinning rides. And beyond all that gleamed the ocean.
Chapter 4.
Mr. Pike cruised down a wide street in Sea City. (He called it the main drag.) There were palm trees in front of a lot of the stores, but they were all plastic! I guess Sea City wasn't really palm tree country. Anyway, after a while he turned down a side street and stopped in front of a little pink house surrounded by white gravel. A sign in the yard
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