Читать книгу Barry Loser and the Holiday of Doom - Jim Smith - Страница 38

‘Oh yeah, sorry!’ I whispered, remembering how we were all supposed to be being good boys and girls, what with the scratch-and-sniff stickers and everything.

I squeezed my lips together as tightly as possible and crossed my arms, trying to be the best little Barry I could.

I really really wanted a scratch-and- sniff sticker, and it’s not like I couldn’t wait till break to tell Bunky and Nancy they were coming to Plonkton.

Except I comperleeterly couldn’t.