Ivy and Bean Take Care of the Babysitter (Ivy and Bean, Book 4)

Ivy and Bean Take Care of the Babysitter (Ivy and Bean, Book 4)

Annie Barrows, Sophie Blackall

Language: English

Pages: 130


Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The adventures of Ivy and Bean continue in the latest installment from series creators Annie Barrows and Sophie Blackall. In Ivy and Bean Take Care of the Babysitter, the two girls hatch a plan to prove that Bean's big sister is the world's worst babysitter. Of course plans go awry, but fun ensues!

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left, but she hadn’t been able to. Nancy was being mature. It was driving Bean bonkers. Bean rolled over and breathed into the rug. She might smother. If she smothered, her parents would feel really bad. Bean picked some rug fuzz out of her mouth. She knew she wasn’t going to smother. She also knew that Nancy wasn’t going to tie her up and stuff her in the attic. Neither of those things was the problem. The problem was Nancy being her babysitter. That meant that Nancy was the grown-up, the one

one side, hunched over a pile of rocks. Bean frowned. Some friend. She should sense that Bean was in trouble. She should feel it in her bones. Ivy picked up a rock and splatted it down in the mud. Bean squinted and saw that Ivy’s lips were moving. She was talking to herself. For some reason, that made Bean feel better. Ivy wasn’t really having a great time with the other kids. Ivy was just playing by herself. In fact, Ivy was probably missing her right this minute. Bean tapped her fingers

like. “No! Go away!” Nancy clicked the lock on the door. What happened to Miss Peppy-Pants? wondered Bean. What was Nancy doing in there? Quietly Bean pressed her ear to the door. She could hear water running, but she could also hear other sounds. Click. Click. Rattle. “Bean? Is that you?” said Nancy from inside the bathroom. Bean didn’t say anything. She was perfectly quiet. Click. Swish. Spray. The sound of a glass bottle being put down. All of a sudden, Bean knew. This bathroom was where

when Nancy finally finished vacuuming. They were playing doll babysitters. Bean’s doll was the kid. She had crawled out on the roof and was dancing on the chimney. Ivy’s doll was the babysitter. She was having a fit. “Come down before you fall,” wailed Ivy’s doll. “Maybe I will, and maybe I won’t,” said Bean’s doll. Suddenly there was an earthquake. The house was a tall stack of books. Bean’s doll fell quite a ways. “Oh no! My legs are broken!” shouted Bean’s doll. “Luckily, I’m a doctor!”

“I want to buy some dirt so I can make my own volcano, like Sophie W.’s.” “Oooh, that’s better than a doll baby!” said Bean. “Let’s use our money for dirt!” “We should be able to buy a lot of dirt for four dollars,” said Ivy. “I want it to go all the way up to my porch so I can jump into the crater.” “Cool!” said Bean. “Tomorrow’s Sunday. We have a whole day to make a volcano!” Ivy looked at the ceiling. “I wish we could make a tornado, too.” “Yeah, that would be fun.” Bean thought for a

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