Stink and The Ultimate Thumb-Wrestling Smackdown by Megan McDonald

 
    Crackdown!
        Smackdown!
               Thwackdown!
    Stink stared at the stack of super-secret sealed envelopes on Mrs. D.’s desk. He could hardly wait.
    Report Card Day!
    Report Card Day was the best day ever in the whole entire school year. Right after Crazy Hat Day and Pajama Day, that is.
    At last it was time. Mrs. D. handed him an envelope. A brand-spanking-new envelope with a shiny little window that said: TO THE PARENTS OF JAMES E. MOODY.
    Stink took a sniff. Stink took a whiff. He could almost smell the perfect ink used to write down all the good grades he was about to get.

     
    “Remember,” said Mrs. D., “no opening until you have a parent present.”
    Just then, the bell rang. Stink put the envelope in his Wednesday folder. He put the folder in his backpack. He rushed out the door.
    On the bus, Stink could not stand it one more minute. He took out the super-secret sealed envelope.
    “You better not open it,” said his best friend Webster.
    “You better not open it,” said his other best friend, Sophie of the Elves.
    “I’m just looking,” said Stink.
    “Stink, put that away,” said his sister, Judy. “You’re not allowed to open it till we get home.”
    Stink held the envelope to the light. He pressed it against the bus window.

     
    “O, O, O, O, O,” said Stink. “I see a lot of Os for
Outstanding
!”
    “Zeros,” said Judy, cracking up. “You got all zeros.”
    “Hardee-har-har,” said Stink.
    Stink had ants in his pants all the way home. Bees in his knees. Flies in his eyes. Stink felt like a hopping popcorn kernel just about to p-o-p!
    Stink raced into the house.
    He took out his Wednesday folder and handed the envelope to Mom. “Open it, open it, open it.”
    “Let’s wait for Dad.”
    “But the sooner you open it,” said Stink, “the sooner we can hang it on the fridge in the Moody Hall of Fame. I know I got all O’s”
    “O is for
oh, brother,
” Judy said.
    Report card time!
    Dad peered over Mom’s shoulder. They smiled proud smiles for all the big fat cheery O’s on his report card.
    “Good for you, honey,” said Mom, putting an arm around him.
    “Lots of
Outstanding
s. You should be proud of yourself, Stink,” said Dad.
    “Aren’t you going to hang it on the fridge now?” Stink asked. “In the Moody Hall of Fame? Above Judy’s?”
    Mom and Dad didn’t answer. Mom and Dad stared at the report card. Mom and Dad read the comments at the bottom.
    All of a sudden, their smiles turned into straight lines. The straight lines turned into upside-down smiles. Mom and Dad were frowning!
    “What’s this?” asked Dad, pointing to the bottom of the report card.
    “Seems to be a U,” said Mom.

     
    U! U was for
Ucky!
U was for
U stink!
U was for . . .
Unless You’re an O, What Are You Doing on My Report Card?
    “Stink got a U?” Judy asked. “U is for
UN-satisfactory!
U is for
U flunked!”
    “In Phys Ed,” said Dad.
    “Fizz Ed?” Stink asked. “Who’s Ed?”
    “Phys Ed,” said Mom. “Physical Education.”
    “Gym,” said Judy. “You know, like sports.”
    “Sports? I like sports,” said Stink.
    “Driving your race-car bed is not a sport,” said Judy.
    “I like basketball.”
    “Which you play in your room while sitting on your UN-sports race-car bed.”
    “I like baseball, too. And football.”
    “You like collecting baseball cards and watching the Steelers on TV with Dad. Waving the Terrible Towel around? Also not a sport.”
    “Can I help it if I’m short and can’t reach the basket? Can I help it if the bat’s bigger than me? Can I help it if I get crushed in football? Do you want a brother who’s flat as a pancake?”
    “Silver-dollar or blueberry?” Judy asked.
    “Mom and I would still like you to take up a sport,” said Dad.
    “Just because of one puny U, I have to get crushed like a pancake?”
    “There are plenty of sports you can play. I was short like you, but I was the fastest kid on the Roanoke