Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer Page #6

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out the vacuum and clean it up.

I think you should get out

the fire hose. See ya.

Bye. You look great.

I love your costume.

- Two, please.

- I want to take your money!

(CREEPY LAUGH)

How come you're wearing

a ski jacket? It's August.

'Cause it's freezing in there.

The air conditioner's

gone psycho.

Did he say freezing?

As in cold?

(YELLING) Mr. Todd?

(CLATTERING)

(CHATTER RESUMES)

Search everywhere.

Is one of you Mr. Todd?

Nope and nope.

Mr. Todd, is that you?

Mr. Todd?

- Mr. Todd?

- Mr. Todd?

I give up. Mr. Todd's

probably training penguins

in the North Pole

or something.

Or something.

(CHUCKLING)

(PIERCING SCREAMS)

Remember, no being

a wimpburger.

We have to stay to the end

if we wanna get points.

Don't look at me.

You're the one

who'll be screaming...

Holy eyeball!

Good thing

he's dead already.

- (GASPING)

- Watch it.

It's true.

The dead are among us.

They have taken over the

small town of Pittsylvania.

Lock your doors.

Bolt your windows.

Head for the basement.

And if you don't

have a basement...

... build one.

(ZOMBIES GROANING)

Uh, you know what?

I gotta go home.

I forgot to feed my goldfish.

Sit down.

This is our absolute last chance

to earn Thrill Points!

Airhead, Frankenstein, shh!

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(GROWLING)

I come for dinner.

I come for you!

(GRUNTING) Hungry.

I hungry for you, Frank!

He said my name!

He said my name!

You are not leaving!

Let go!

You are dead,

Frank Pearl!

No! Zombies are dead!

I'm going home.

Great! Rocky and Amy

are breaking the record

for the funnest summer ever,

and I'm stuck with

Franken-screamer.

Hey!

Rocky and Amy wouldn't bail

after two seconds of zombies.

Rocky and Amy wouldn't

knock me off a tightrope.

Rocky and Amy

wouldn't puke all over me.

Well, look who's talking!

All your stupid points

and dares and charts!

They suck the fun

out of everything!

You're like a big,

wet fun sponge!

Fun sponge?

Well, if I'm a fun sponge,

then you're a fun mop!

Uh, hold on there,

bridezilla.

- Where's your ticket?

- It's inside. It's in my backpack.

Sorry.

No ticket, no movie.

(FRUSTRATED GROAN)

Fun sponge, my elbow!

What is that?

It's Bigfoot!

I'm a guerilla gorilla

artist now, huh?

STINK:
Check out the head!

Do you wanna help?

I'd love to, only I can't

because I'm going to spend the rest

of this bummer summer in my room!

Look out.

She's in a mood.

Am not!

(DOOR SLAMMING)

Eighty-five points already? Rocky!

(YELLING)

- (HORN BLARES)

- OPAL:
Judy! It's the ice cream truck.

What?

(SCOFFING, GROANING)

Come back in September.

I think this is gonna be melted by then.

So you wanna spend the rest

of the summer in your room?

I might as well.

It's already completely,

for sure ruined.

Besides, Frank,

my "used to be second best

friend but now he's my enemy,"

called me a fun sponge.

Wow. That's bad.

Are you a fun sponge?

No way! He's the sponge.

It's his fault I can't

get any Thrill Points!

Right. Thrill Points.

Well, they're important.

You can't have a not

bummer summer without them.

Totally, duh. I mean, that's like

the number one rule of summer.

We have to find a way for you

to get the Thrill Points.

What about, you know, we didn't

put the hats on the lions yet.

The hats got all ruined,

remember?

There's gotta be

something else.

It's impossible, Aunt Opal.

I've already thought of

absolutely, positively everything.

There's gotta be more.

Let's go on Google.

- Let's Google "fun."

- (MEN CHATTERING)

What's that?

WOMAN:
Testing, testing.

You got a close-up

of Bigfoot, right?

- MAN:
Looks great.

- (GASPING)

- And your name is?

- James Moody.

But everyone calls me Stink.

Stink is apparently

building a statue of Bigfoot

to commemorate the monster

who may be lurking nearby

according to 27 recent

eyewitness reports.

Now, most people think

Bigfoot isn't real.

How do you answer that?

Well, people don't think

giant squids are real, either.

Well, they are,

and so is Bigfoot.

And I'm gonna catch him!

WOMAN:
If you do catch him,

Mr. Stink Moody,

you'll be the most

famous kid in America.

You'll put this town on the map!

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

(RUMBLING)

(ROARING)

(GULPING)

(GROWLING ROAR)

(STARTLED EXCLAMATION)

(CHITTERING)

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

(QUIZZICAL GRUNT)

For years, people

have searched for Bigfoot

but only Judy Moody could find him.

How many Thrill Points

is that worth, do you think?

A million. But who's counting?

(QUIZZICAL GRUNT)

In honor of your

courageous actions

we are renaming this town

Judy Moodyville!

- (CROWD APPLAUDING)

- Come on down, Judy,

and put this town on the map!

(HAPPY GRUNTING)

REPORTER:
Well, thank you,

Stink Moody.

As your quest for Bigfoot continues,

we wish you luck.

This is WH2O,

broadcasting live...

Don't forget me!

I'm a Bigfooter, too!

You are?

It's Judy Moody, with a J.

And a U-D-Y. Did you get that?

Uh, yeah. Uh-huh.

- (TIRES SCREECHING)

- JUDY:
Bye!

Since when were you a Bigfooter?

Since one minute ago.

Listen, is Bigfoot really, truly,

for absolute positive real?

Twenty-seven people can't be wrong.

Then I will help you find him.

Yeah! But how come?

Because this is my absolute

last chance to get Thrill Points,

and if we actually catch Bigfoot,

- I might even win the race!

- Huh?

Nothing, never mind.

Just tell me everything.

Got it.

And dogs always howl

whenever they see him.

That's on page 37.

Zeke can tell you more.

He's like a Bigfoot encyclopedia.

OK, Bigfooters.

Tuesday's meeting

is now called to order.

- Herb and Rose?

- Present.

- Stink?

- Present.

- New member?

- Judy Moody. Present.

ROSE:
Oh, she looks like a smart cookie.

(WHISPERING)

Where is everyone?

This is it.

This is our club.

- And we welcome you.

- Get a picture of that.

Better late than never.

- Rose? Do you have a report?

- Three new sightings!

That's the most we've

gotten in one week.

Excellent! Give me the coordinates.

One saw Bigfoot taking laundry

off her clothesline.

57 Ashbury Road.

It's a mile east of the mall.

Gotcha.

Another saw something large

and furry at the dump.

The third swears he saw Bigfoot last night

at the corner of Croaker and Jefferson.

Croaker and Jefferson?

BOTH:
That's where we live!

- You live there?

- Yeah.

- Did anybody say anything?

- 117 Croaker.

This calls for an all-night surveillance!

- Are you guys up for it?

- You mean like a stake-out,

with flashlights and secret codes and stuff?

- I got a whole book of codes.

- All right! Yes!

Thrill-o-rama!

Herb, Rose, you're in charge of equipment.

Troops, we've got everything you need.

Camouflage netting.

- Check.

- Check.

- Night-vision goggles.

- BOTH:
Check.

- Camcorder with whistle.

- BOTH:
Check.

- Check, check.

- Thermoses with coffee.

- Herb, they don't drink coffee.

- (GROANING)

Good luck, team.

- I will call with any sighting updates.

- Sir.

OK, that's the lot of it.

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