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#22 Jessi Ramsey, Pet-sitter

Thu, 29 Mar 2018 02:09:13 GMT

Posted by: luxken27

Context: Jessi, Dawn, and Claudia are digging around under Claud's bed for snacks before a meeting.

The three of us crawled out from under the bed, stood up, turned around, and found Kristy, Mallory, and Mary Anne staring at us. We began to laugh – all six of us.

“That was so attractive!” said Kristy. “I hope I always come to a meeting just in time to see the three of you backing out from under a bed.”

“My backside is my best side,” replied Dawn, looking serious.

There was more laughter as the members of the Baby-sitters Club settled into their usual places.

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BSC Chronologically

Sat, 17 Mar 2018 23:33:12 GMT

Posted by: luxken27

I've queued up bsc-chronologically again, so if you're on Tumblr and looking for a bit of daily BSC squee, make sure to give it a follow! =)

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TV Series Episode #3: Stacey's Big Break

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 22:32:44 GMT

Posted by: mystical_wings

So, I love the TV show from the nineties. It really makes me squee with joy, every single episode has so many cute BSC moments!

I am going to share some moments from the episode 'Stacey's Big Break,' that especially make me go "awwwww!"

( Cuteness behind the cut )
Also, The Baby-Sitters Club TV series is now on Netflix Instant Watch! *squeeeeeeeeee*

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M #3: Mallory and the Ghost Cat

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 03:50:30 GMT

Posted by: lucida

Nicky and Uncle Joe. ♥

“Where’s Nicky?” I asked, suddenly realizing he was gone.

“I don’t know,” said Adam, “but here’s his picture.” He picked up a drawing that had been left on the floor. “Look,” he said. “This one has Uncle Joe in it.”

Sure enough, Nicky’s picture included a blue-suited, spectacles-wearing figure. “That’s great,” I said. I made up my mind right away to tell Nicky he’d won the contest. But where was he? “I wonder where he went?” I said out loud. “Let’s look,” I added to Jessi. “You guys can stay here and draw some more if you want.” Jessi and I walked down the hall and checked the kitchen and the dining room. No Nicky. Then I heard giggles from the living room. I gestured to Jessi, and she followed me to the doorway. We peeked inside.

There was Nicky — sitting on Uncle Joe’s lap! Uncle Joe was holding a white handkerchief that was folded to look like a mouse. “Nice little mousie,” he said, stroking it. Then he made it run up his arm, just like a real mouse. Nicky laughed.

“Do it again, Uncle Joe!” he said.

Jessi and I looked at each other wide-eyed. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Then Uncle Joe glanced up and saw us. “Young Nick here reminded me about this old trick,” he said. “I’d forgotten all about it.”

Nick! He’d actually remembered somebody’s name!

I was speechless.

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RS#3 - The Truth About Stacey

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 04:02:10 GMT

Posted by: gloriafan

“Do you know what time Mary Anne was born?” Claudia asked. She figured Mimi would know since Claudia’s parents have been friendly with the Thomases and the Spiers for years, and Mimi had gotten to know the families, too.

Mimi looked only slightly taken aback. “Let me think for a moment, my Claudia. … Mary Anne, your mother and father left for the hospital around dinnertime. That I remember clearly. I believe you were born near eleven o’clock.”

“Oh!” A grin lit up Mary Anne’s face. “I didn’t know. So I was another nighttime baby. Thank you, Mimi.”

“It was my pleasure.” Mimi turned to leave, and almost bumped into Janine, Claudia’s sister, who had come up behind her.

I love Mary Anne's relationship with Mimi ♥ Definitely one of my favorite friendships in BSC history.

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Ducky, Diary III

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 17:38:33 GMT

Posted by: luxken27

Ted IS A JERK.

As you walk into the kitchen and say good morning, he gives you this BIG, TOTALLY OBNOXIOUS guy-to-guy wink.

His eyes cut to Maggie.

You get it.

You wish you didn’t.

Ted the Dumb thinks Maggie is your girlfriend and that she has spent the night.

Maggie doesn’t catch this, of course. She is pouring you a cup of coffee.

You give Ted your death-ray look.

Then all is redeemed by Zeke trekking down the hall calling, “Maggie? Maggie, I’m hungry!”

Ted is blown away. The random collection of cells he calls a brain crashes.

As Zeke comes into the kitchen, you enjoy the moment.

In Ted’s limited universe, Zeke does not compute.

I give Ted a big, BIG wink. “Later,” I say.

Ducky needs more wins in his life, LOL!

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Super Mystery #2 - Baby-sitters Beware

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 03:11:12 GMT

Posted by: ozqueen

This is the last post I'll put up from this book, I promise. SQUEE, THOUGH. SQUEE.

I hurried to the door. How could he go out again when he’d been out all day, skiing and doing who knew what else. He must be exhausted. I had a sudden, horrible vision of him falling down in the snow on the way to the lodge, his hand to his chest, trying to breathe…

“Watson, stop!” I shrieked. I leaped off the porch and down the path in two giant steps.

Watson turned, looking very surprised.

“Stop,” I panted. “You have to stop doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“This! Too much! The doctor told you not to exert yourself. He said you were supposed to take it easy. And all you do is … is …”

“Kristy,” said Watson, putting his arm around me and pulling me into a hug. “Is that what this is all about – helping me with the luggage, jumping up to fetch things for me, always bringing me slippers and sweaters?”

I nodded.

“Oh, Kristy.” Watson held me at arm’s length. “I’m not doing too much. I had a check-up before we came here. Everything is going perfectly. In fact, I’m supposed to start exercising seriously on a regular basis. I’m even thinking of taking up jogging.”

“The doctor said you could?” I asked.

“The doctor said I should. And there’s a doctor on staff at the lodge. She lives here in Shadow Lake. So even if something did go wrong, which I very much doubt, a doctor would be on hand.”

I sighed. I felt a little silly. Watson was taking care of himself. I just hadn’t trusted him.

You know what? I didn’t want Watson disappearing the way my father had. I wanted Watson around for a long, long time. Like forever.

I gave Watson a quick hug. “Okay,” I said. “I’m freezing.”

“Go in the house,” said Watson, giving me a quick hug back.

I dashed up the stairs. When I reached the top Watson said, “Kristy?”

I turned. Watson smiled at me. A family, fatherly smile. “Thanks,” he said.

I love love love Watson/Thomas Kids moments.

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Super Mystery #2 - Baby-sitters Beware

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 02:16:33 GMT

Posted by: ozqueen

We went out onto the back porch. I put my hand out and touched Sam’s arm. I took a deep breath. “Sam. Listen. I like you as a friend. I really do. But Robert and I are serious.”

Sam looked surprised. “I know,” he said.

“I know you and your girlfriend broke up, and I, well, I can’t really see us getting back together,” I continued.

“Us? Us who?” asked Sam, looking even more surprised.

I felt like a big dope. Had I misinterpreted Sam’s actions?

“Us, as in you and me…” My voice trailed off.

Sam stared at me. Then to my surprise he blushed.

“Stacey!” he said. His voice was reproachful. “I still like you. A lot. But I think of you as a friend, someone who is fun to goof with. Someone I can be myself with. Sort of a, uh,” he ducked his head, “best girl friend, but not girlfriend, you know?”

“Oh,” I said stupidly. I was relieved. And humiliated. How conceited of me.

Then Sam made me feel better. “But I do like to flirt with you,” he said. “It keeps me in practice for my next girlfriend.”

“Oh, you,” I said, swatting him on the arm. Then I linked my arm through his and we trudged down the back steps.

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Super Mystery #2 - Baby-sitters Beware

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 04:52:41 GMT

Posted by: ozqueen

I knew Stacey was worried about Sam not because he was recovering from a break-up, but because she was afraid he might rebound in her direction. At least, I thought, she didn't have to worry about Robert being a jealous jerk. She'd told him about Sam, and that Sam was going to be along on the trip, and Robert had just grinned and said, "Lucky Sam."

OH ROBERT. ♥

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The New Babysitters Club, by burnsyroxx

Tue, 11 Dec 2012 03:14:37 GMT

Posted by: ozqueen

So I was complaining to miss_slipslop about the lack of fan art in our fandom, when it occurred to me I don't actually look for it that often. So I went looking.

And I found this, and it blew my mind. I literally squee'd over this for like half an hour, noting how every detail was perfect and how the artist completely nailed each personality so damn well. Make sure you head on over to the ORIGINAL SOURCE and share your squee if you can.

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#52: Mary Anne and Too Many Babies

Sun, 09 Dec 2012 21:29:00 GMT

Posted by: lucida.livejournal.com

Pretty much all of chapter 11 kills me. It's probably one of my favorite chapters in the entire series. ♥

“I wish I were married and had an egg-baby,” said Margo.

“Me, too,” said Vanessa. She looked hopefully at Byron.

Byron sighed. “Okay. I’ll be your husband,” he said. “But only for tonight.”

“Who will be my husband?” asked Margo.

“Not me,” said Adam defiantly. “I am never, ever getting married.”

“Jordan?” said Margo.

“Oh, all right.”

Surprisingly, Nicky agreed to be Claire’s husband.

“Okay, let’s adopt babies!” cried Vanessa.

“Adopt them from where?” asked Mal, even though she thought she knew what the answer would be.

“From the refrigerator, of course.” Vanessa removed a partially empty carton of eggs from the bottom shelf of the fridge. She set it on the table and opened the lid carefully. “Aw, aren’t they sweet?” she said.

( More Under Cut )

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#92: Mallory's Christmas Wish

Sun, 09 Dec 2012 18:09:00 GMT

Posted by: ozqueen

Because it's almost Christmas, and I need BSC Christmas Canon to inspire new fic, so let's just read and squee through what is basically the entire first chapter:

( A Very Pikey Christmas... )

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#65: Stacey's Big Crush

Tue, 20 Nov 2012 18:04:00 GMT

Posted by: lucida.livejournal.com

The Newtons have a big yard, and the kids ran from one end to the other with Elvira.

When it was Johnny’s turn, Mathew grabbed a plastic tablecloth from the Newtons’ picnic table. He held it up and yelled, “Toro! Toro!”

I guess horned animals must share the same instincts, because Elvira charged like a bull. Laughing hysterically, Mathew pulled the tablecloth away. Of course, all the children wanted to try it. But when Claire tried, she couldn’t pull the tablecloth away in time. Elvira went storming into it, pulling Claire along with her. Kid and kid went tumbling in a sea of red and white plastic.

Soon the others jumped in. As they rolled around, shrieking and laughing, Elvira calmly walked out. She stood there with that little goat-smile and bleated.

We cracked up. It looked as if she were making fun of the kids.

After awhile Claire pulled a jump rope out of her pocket. “Can Elvira skip rope?” she asked Dawn.

Nicky slapped his head. “Not while she has a leash on, bubble-brain!”

“I’m not a bubble-brain, you silly-billy-goo-goo!” Claire retorted.

They went off to settle their argument, Elvira scampering after them.

NICKY AND CLAIRE. ♥ For some reason the image of them walking off, bickering and followed by a random goat, kills me.

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#17: Mary Anne's Bad Luck Mystery

Sat, 08 Sep 2012 17:57:00 GMT

Posted by: ozqueen

“You know,” said Kristy Thomas, “I’ve been thinking. If I took a bunch of these old wilted peas and put them in the mashed potatoes – evenly spread out – and then took my fork and smushed them all down, my lunch would look almost exactly like –”

“Stop!” I cried. “Stop right there. I don’t want to know what you think it would look like.”

“Do you want to know what I think it would smell like?” Kristy asked.

“Absolutely not,” I replied, turning green. “Please. Don’t say another word about the lunch. Why do you buy the hot lunch every day anyway? Why don’t you buy a salad or something?”

“Because,” replied Kristy, “it’s so much more fun to say disgusting things about the hot lunch.”

lol, Kristy ♥

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#46 - Mary Anne Misses Logan

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 14:16:00 GMT

Posted by: ozqueen

So there are lots of reasons to poke fun at the BSC book covers - but there are also lots of adorable covers, including this one, Mary Anne Misses Logan. LOOKIT. It's just so cute! ♥

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#24 - Kristy and the Mother's Day Surprise

Fri, 11 May 2012 09:46:00 GMT

Posted by: luxken27

...and then – Becca Ramsey and Charlotte Johanssen arrived.

They were wearing plastic charm bracelets and were so busy comparing the charms that Charlotte didn’t see Stacey.

Finally, as Mr. Ramsey was leaving, Stacey stepped up behind Char and tapped her on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” she said. “Can you tell me where I could find a Charlotte Johanssen?”

“I’m – ” Charlotte started to say. She turned around. She looked up. Her eyes began to widen. They grew and grew and grew. “Stacey!” she managed to say, gasping.

Becca grinned. She was in on the surprise.

“I’m back for the weekend,” said Stacey in a wavery voice. Then she knelt down, held her arms open, and Charlotte practically dove into them.

Awww ♥

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Portrait Collection: Mary Anne's Book

Fri, 04 May 2012 09:51:00 GMT

Posted by: luxken27

Two small pieces from Mary Anne's Book that never fail to make me cry...

( Mary Anne's dilemma )

( Daddy's scent )

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#34 - Mary Anne and Too Many Boys

Thu, 03 May 2012 14:50:00 GMT

Posted by: luxken27

Oh, Vanessa! ♥

From the very end of the book -

Dawn and I talked until dinnertime, and afterward she sat on my bed while I unpacked.

“So you think Vanessa is over her broken heart?” she asked me.

“I’m sure of it. She handled it very well. I’m proud of her.” I reached for a pile of T-shirts, and something white caught my eye. A piece of notebook paper was tucked between my shirts.

It was a poem from Vanessa, and my eyes misted over when I read it.

Dear Mary Anne,
Love can hurt, love can sting,
a broken heart can never sing.
Boys will come, boys will go
but a friend is forever, this I know.
A friend is rare and hard to find
everyone knows it’s true.
You helped me through a very bad time
I’ll always be grateful to you.
Thank you, Mary Anne.
Love, Vanessa

“Yes,” I said softly. “I think Vanessa will be just fine.”

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#12 - Claudia and the New Girl

Wed, 02 May 2012 10:27:00 GMT

Posted by: luxken27

( Guess what? You can vacuum up socks )

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#3 - The Truth About Stacey

Wed, 02 May 2012 09:55:00 GMT

Posted by: luxken27

Considering the discussion going on over at babysitters101 right now...

Kristy called Liz Lewis, just because Liz was listed first on the flier. She put her hand over the mouthpiece. “It’s ringing,” she whispered to us. “One … two … thr– Hello? Is Liz Lewis there, please? … Oh, hi, Liz. My name is – Candy. Candy Kane. … No, no joke. … I got your flier for the Baby-sitters Agency. I’m supposed to sit for my little brother tomorrow and – ” Kristy paused, and the rest of us watched the wheels turning “ – I just got asked out on a date.”

Mary Anne started to giggle. She grabbed a pillow from Claudia’s bed and buried her face in it to muffle the sounds. Kristy turned away so she wouldn’t have to see.

“From three to five,” Kristy was saying. (Liz must have asked her when she was supposed to be sitting.) “He’s seven years old. His name is, urn, Harry. … Twenty-eight Roper Road. Will you be baby-sitting for him? The flier said – Oh, I see. … Mm-hmm. … I’ll be at KL5-2321. Oh, but only for about ten minutes. Then I have – I have another date. … Who with?” By that time, Claudia was laughing, too, and I was on the verge of it. Kristy glanced at us helplessly, not sure what to do about her “date.” Then she simply pulled a name out of the air. “With Winston Churchill,” she replied, taking the chance that Liz wouldn’t know who he was. Apparently she didn’t. “Yeah, he goes to high school,” continued Kristy nonchalantly, getting into her story. “A sophomore. Football player. … Me? I’m in seventh. … Yeah, I know.”

I had to leave the room. I couldn’t stand it any longer, and I didn’t want to ruin Kristy’s call. I closed Claudia’s door, ran to the bathroom, laughed, and returned.

Kristy was saying, “Okay, five minutes. … Yeah, later.” She hung up. Then she began to laugh, too. “You guys!” she exclaimed. “Don’t do that to me when I’m on the phone.”

“But Winston Churchill?” I cried. “The high school guy you’re dating?”

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#30 - Mary Anne and the Great Romance

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 19:55:00 GMT

Posted by: luxken27

Reason #382 that I ♥ Charlie Thomas so frickin’ much:

“I bet that’s Charlie!” cried Andrew. “I bet he’s got his new car.”

“His old car,” Karen corrected him.

“His new old car,” said Kristy.

Kristy and the kids rushed out the front door. In the driveway before them was a clinker of a car. In fact, it looked a lot like Nannie’s Pink Clinker, except that it wasn’t pink. It was sort of gray. And Kristy could see a scratch and two dents just on the passenger’s side of the car. Plus, the fenders were rusting.

But Charlie was obviously very proud of his car. He and Sam climbed out of it just as Patrick, Charlie’s friend, pulled up in Mrs. Brewer’s station wagon.

Charlie grinned and waved to the crowd on the porch. “Well, here it is,” he said. “One gorgeous piece of metal.”

One gorgeous piece of junk, thought Kristy, imagining what her mother and Watson would say when they laid eyes on it.

“It may not actually be gorgeous,” Charlie went on, “but it runs like a dream, and with a little paint and some wax I can really fix it up. You guys can help me.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” said Kristy sarcastically.

Charlie was too excited to notice. “Come on, everyone. We’re going for a ride,” he announced. “We have to drive Patrick home.” And with that he took Emily’s car seat out of the station wagon, attached it to the backseat of his car, and loaded Emily, Andrew, and Karen inside. Then Sam and Patrick piled in. “You coming, Kristy?” asked Charlie.

“I can’t,” she replied. “David Michael’s over at Linny’s. I’ll have to wait for him here.”

“Okay,” Charlie said, and drove off.

Five minutes later, David Michael returned. When he found out where everyone was, he pitched a fit right in the front yard.

“You mean my own brother got a new car and he took everyone for a ride but me? His own brother?”

“David Michael – ” Kristy began. She was going to explain that Patrick had needed a ride home, and everyone else had been standing right there by the car. But David Michael had already banged into the house. When he came out a few moments later, he was carrying a big piece of paper and a fat black Magic Marker. In huge letters he wrote on the paper:

NO PARKING

He posted the sign on a tree in front of the house where Charlie couldn’t miss it.

Charlie didn’t miss it. He took the hint, too. He let the other kids out of his car and then took David Michael on a special ride of his own.

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Friends Forever Super Special: Graduation Day

Wed, 25 Apr 2012 22:10:00 GMT

Posted by: ozqueen

So I'm writing a fic for babysitters100 that I had to do a bit of research for, and I found myself CTRL+F'ing through Graduation Day, only to find Charlie's letter to himself.

OMFG, CHARLIE, BE MORE ADORABLE, WHY DON'T YOU.

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TV Episode - "Dawn Saves the Trees"

Tue, 07 Feb 2012 19:21:00 GMT

Posted by: gloriafan

I don't think it's a a secret that I love Jamie Newton. Just...IDK, he's one of my favorite sitting charges. I had never actually watched this episode until last night and AUGH HAVE I SAID HOW MUCH I LOVE THE TV SHOW JUST I DON'T EVEN.

DAWN: They're tadpoles.
JAMIE: They're what?
DAWN: Tadpoles. Baby frogs. One day they'll be the big fat fellows you see sitting on the lily pads.
JAMIE: When I grow up, I'm gonna be a chef.
DAWN: Yeah? I bet I know what you're gonna cook.
BOTH: Peanut butter and honey sandwiches!

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Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic

Tue, 07 Feb 2012 16:26:00 GMT

Posted by: isabelquinn

From Stacey and the Mystery of Stoneybrook:

We tried to call Mallory, since she loves mysteries, too, but Mrs. Pike said that Mal had taken Margo and Claire (two of her little sisters) on a special Teddy Bears' Picnic. Mal's such a terrific big sister. I remembered now that she'd been planning this for awhile. She was going to make little sandwiches and "tea", and help the girls dress up their teddy bears in special outfits. It sounded like fun. I asked Mrs. Pike to tell Mallory to call me back when she got home.

AWWW, MAL!! ♥

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#91 - Claudia and the First Thanksgiving

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 09:42:00 GMT

Posted by: luxken27

“Pass the milk, please,” said my older sister Janine.

“Why? Is it failing?” I asked. I cracked up.

My mother shook her head. My father made a face. Janine just looked at me.

“It’s a pun,” I explained.

“We know,” said my mother. She smiled a little bit.

“As a humorous application of a word designed to play on two of its meanings, it was somewhat funny,” said Janine. “Now, may I please have the milk?”

WIN ♥

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