"Martin, Ann M - Baby-sitters Club - Super Special 01 - Baby-sitters on Board!" - читать интересную книгу автора (Martin Ann M)

"Okay, okay, okay!" Mr. Staples threw up his hands, but he was smiling. "I know when I'm licked."
I didn't leave his side until he had the room key in his pocket again. Then Dawn and Clau-dia and Karen and Andrew and I did go exploring. We returned to our rooms and finished getting dressed just five minutes before dinner. Andrew put on a suit. Karen put on a party dress. They looked so snazzy that I took their picture.
After dinner we managed to hold a quick Baby-sitters Club meeting, but everyone was tired, and no one had any ideas about presents for Mom and Watson and the Pikes, not any decent ideas, that is.
"We're running out of time," I told my friends.
"We know, we know," they replied. But the added pressure only made us more nervous, not more creative.
When I went to bed that night, I was exhausted.
Karen.
Disney World! Disney World! Disney World! This is my dream! I have always, always wanted to come here. Ever since I first saw a TV commercial about it.
I went with Daddy, Elizabeth, and Andrew the next day. I wanted Kristy to come with us, but she decided to walk around with Claudia. And David Michael went off with his big brothers.
It took a long time to get from our hotel to Disney World. First we took a bus to a gigantic parking lot. Then we rode on a monorail to Disney World. The monorail was fun. It was way up high. I felt like we were on a flying train.
When we got off the monorail Ч Disney World! We gave a lady our tickets and pushed
through a turnstile and suddenly we were on Main Street.
"Oooh," I said. "Look. We're in a little town. Right here in Disney World."
An old-fashioned fire truck came down the street. So did a horse-drawn buggy. We were standing at the town square. I could see a popcorn machine and Ч
"Look!" shrieked Andrew. "It's Minnie Mouse! I see Minnie Mouse! She's right over there. And she's signing autographs!"
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, please can we go see Minnie?" I begged. "I swear, she is my best friend in the whole wide world."
Daddy raised his eyebrows. "She is?"
She really wasn't, and we both knew it. But I just had to get Minnie's autograph. And maybe have my picture taken with her.
I grabbed Daddy by the hand, and Andrew grabbed Elizabeth by the hand. We pulled them across the square to Minnie. Some other kids were standing with her, and Minnie was leaning over and patting their heads. The kids were giggling. Their parents snapped pictures. Then Minnie waved good-bye to them.
And what did she do next? She waved to my brother and me!
Andrew and I looked at each other.
"Go on over," whispered Daddy, giving me a little push forward.
I took Andrew's hand and led him to Minnie Mouse. I felt excited and scared. It was just like visiting Santa Qaus at the department store. When we reached Minnie's side, she shook our hands.
"Hi, Minnie! Hi, Minnie!" I said.
"Hi, Minnie," whispered Andrew.
Minnie waved again. I guess she doesn't talk.
I opened up my pink purse and took out a pad of paper and a pen. I handed them to Minnie. "Please could you give us your autograph?" I asked. "And could you write one for each of us?"
Minnie wrote this on two pieces of paper: LOV& MlA/A/JE /AOUSTS Then she gave the pad back to me. I looked at the papers in awe. Andrew and I had Minnie Mouse's autograph! We would be famous in Stoney-brook. I sure hoped we would have Show-and-Tell when school started again, because boy, would I have something to show!
I gave Andrew his autograph and Minnie put her arms around us.
"Smile!" called Daddy.
Andrew and I smiled while Minnie hugged us tightly. Then she patted us on our heads and sent us back to Daddy and Elizabeth.
"Good-bye!" we called.
"Say thank-you," whispered Daddy.
"Thanks!" we cried.
We walked along Main Street.
"Look! Look at everything!" I exclaimed. I began reading the names on the stores. "House of Magic. Penny Arcade, The Shadow Box, Main Street Cinema, The Con . . . Con . . ."
"Confectionary," Elizabeth told me.
"What's that?" I asked.
Elizabeth and Daddy glanced at each other. "If s a candy store," said my stepmother.
"Andrew! Andrew! A candy store!" I screeched. "Daddy, can we go in?"
"Wait!" said Andrew. "There's a man selling Mickey Mouse balloons. Can we have one?"
"Can we get ice-cream cones?" I asked.
"Can we go to the movie theater?" asked Andrew.
"Can we buy magic tricks?" I asked as we passed by the House of Magic.
"Whoa! Whoa!" exclaimed Daddy. "Hold on, kids. We'll try to do everything. I promise.
But we can only do one thing at a time. Since we're here, lef s go to the magic store."
"Goody!" I said. "Come on, Andrew."
The magic store was dark, but it was filled with great stuff. There were jokes like rubber spiders, and magic tricks like handkerchiefs that turned into eggs. And there were masks and disguises, too.
"You may choose one thing each," said Daddy.
I chose the handkerchief egg. Andrew chose the spider. It was attached to a rubber ball. When you squeezed the ball, the spider jumped. Andrew took it out of the package and made it jump for Elizabeth. She screamed. We all laughed.