Ch4-Potato Head Blues

CHAPTER FOUR Potato Head Blues. "Wat now?" Jack said. "We have to follow him," said Annie. "We can't let him out of our sight." Jack and Annie walked quickly after the mule cart. The hot brick road burned their feet. "Ow, ow, ow," they both whispered.

第四章马铃薯头忧郁。 “现在窟?”杰克说。“我们得跟着他，”安妮说。 “我们不能让他离开我们的视线。” 杰克和安妮快步跟在骡子车后面。 热砖路烫着他们的脚。 “哎哟，哎哟，哎哟。”他们俩低声说。

"So let's figure out—ow—what we're going to say to him," said Jack. "Simple," said Annie. "We'll tell him we'd like to work with him. And then while we're working, we'll start talking to him about music. And put him on the right path to becoming the King of Jazz." "Hmm," said Jack. It wasn't much of a plan, but he couldn't think of anything better. Up ahead, Dipper's mule cart stopped near the back of a candy shop. "Hey, Dipper!" yelled Annie. Dipper looked over his shoulder. He smiled. "What's going on? Y'all are sticking to me like glue," he said.

“那么让我们想想，我们该对他说些什么。”杰克说。 “很简单，”安妮说。“我们会告诉他，我们愿意和他合作。 然后当我们工作的时候，我们会开始和他谈论音乐。 让他走上成为爵士之王的正确道路。” “嗯，”杰克说。这算不上什么计划，但他想不出更好的办法。 在前面，迪珀的骡子车停在一家糖果店的后面。 “嘿，迪珀！”安妮喊道。 迪珀回头看了看。 他笑了。“发生了什么事？” 你们都像胶水一样粘着我，”他说。

"Well, actually, we were wondering—" started Jack. "If we could work with you?" finished Annie. "Work with me?" said Dipper. "I'm just delivering coal." "Yeah, we know. We think it might be fun," said Annie. Dipper laughed. "Y'all are crazy," he said. "No, we're not. We just like to work," said Annie. "Yeah, yeah, we really do," said Jack. Dipper laughed again. "Okay. I reckon there's enough work to go around today," he said. "There's extra shovels and buckets in the cart."

“嗯，实际上，我们在想——”杰克说。 “如果我们能和你合作的话？”安妮问。 “和我一起工作？”迪珀说。 “我只是在送煤。” “是的，我们知道。我们认为这可能很有趣，”安妮说。 七星笑了。“你们都疯了，”他说。 “不，我们没有。我们只是喜欢工作，”安妮说。 “是啊，是啊，我们真的有，”杰克说。 迪珀又笑了。“好吧。 我想今天有足够的工作要做。”他说。 “车里还有多余的铲子和水桶。”

"Cool. Just tell us what to do, Dipper," said Annie. "Fill your buckets with coal and toss each bucket load into the bin," said Dipper. He pointed to a large wooden box at the back of the small candy shop. "Twelve bucket loads should do it." "Got it," said Annie. Annie carefully set the magic trumpet on the ground near Dipper's cart. Jack left his cloth bag beside it. Dipper handed each of them a heavy shovel and a tin bucket from the back of the cart. Then all three of them started shoveling coal. Dipper whistled and worked quickly. But Jack and Annie had a hard time handling their heavy shovels. Whenever the shovels tipped to the side,

“酷。告诉我们该怎么做，迪珀，”安妮说。 “把你的桶装满煤，然后把每一桶煤都扔进垃圾桶，”迪珀说。 他指着小糖果店后面的一个大木箱。 “十二桶就够了。” “明白了，”安妮说。安妮小心翼翼地把那只神奇的小号放在迪珀的车附近的地上。 杰克把他的布袋留在了旁边。 迪珀从车后面递给他们每人一把沉重的铲子和一个锡桶。 然后他们三个人开始铲煤。 迪珀吹着口哨，飞快地干活。 但是杰克和安妮很难拿起沉重的铁锹。 每当铁锹倒在一边，

all the coal fell off. Finally they both just grabbed pieces of coal with their hands and tossed them into their buckets. The afternoon sun beat down on Jack's back as he worked. He was sweaty and short of breath. His hands were black from picking up the coal, and his clothes were covered with coal dust. This is a terrible job, he thought. He wondered how Dipper could be so cheerful.

所有的煤都掉了。最后，他们都用手抓了几块煤，扔进了自己的桶里。 杰克工作时，午后的阳光照在他的背上。 他汗流浃背，呼吸急促。 他的手因为捡煤而变黑了，衣服上沾满了煤尘。 这是一份可怕的工作，他想。 他奇怪迪珀怎么会这么高兴。

"So, Dipper," said Annie, "do you like music?" Dipper's answer was drowned out as he dumped a load of coal into the bin. "What'd you say?" Jack called to Dipper.

“那么，迪珀，”安妮说，“你喜欢音乐吗？”迪珀把一堆煤倒进垃圾桶时，他的回答被淹没了。 “你说什么？”杰克叫迪珀。