13-WHAT A BIG, BIG MISTAKE!

WHAT A BIG, BIG MISTAKE! That night, I had a terrible dream. I was onstage, singing, dressed in a skirt made of bananas. The next morning, I was so tired I slept right through my alarm. I hurried down the stairs and raced into the diner. I have my breakfast there every morning. The owner, Flip Hotpaws, seemed surprised to see me. "Back for more coffee, Mr. Stilton?" he said. I blinked. "What do you mean?" I asked, confused, But I was so late I didn't wait for an answer. Next, I raced over to the newsstand. I picked up a paper.

真是大错特错!那天晚上，我做了一个可怕的梦。 我在台上唱歌，穿着一条香蕉做的裙子。 第二天早上，我太累了，一直睡到闹钟响了。 我匆匆走下楼梯，冲进餐厅。 我每天早上都在那里吃早餐。 店主Flip Hotpaws看到我似乎很惊讶。 “再来杯咖啡吗，斯蒂尔顿先生?”他说。 我眨了眨眼睛。“你是什么意思?”我疑惑地问，但我太迟了，没等他回答。 接着，我跑到报摊。 我拿起一张纸。

Bobby Babblesnout stared at me from behind the counter. "Mr. Stilton, you already bought your paper this morning," he squeaked. I shook my head. "That's impossible!" I protested. "I just got here. You must be confusing me with another mouse." Bobby frowned. "I never forget a customer," he insisted. "Besides, you've been coming here for the past twenty years. I'd recognize your snout anywhere!" I didn't have time to argue, so I put down the paper and headed toward my office. When I got there, the door was locked. I knocked. Thea stuck out her snout. When she saw me, her eyes opened wide, "How dare you show up here!" she shrieked.

鲍比·巴布尔斯诺特从柜台后面盯着我。 “斯蒂尔顿先生，你今天早上已经买了报纸，”他尖声说。 我摇了摇头。“那是不可能的!”我抗议道。 “我刚到这里。你一定是把我和另一只老鼠搞混了。” 鲍比皱起了眉头。“我从来不会忘记顾客，”他坚持说。 “再说，你来这儿已经有二十年了。 我到哪儿都能认出你的鼻子!”我没有时间争论，所以我放下报纸，朝办公室走去。 当我到那里时，门是锁着的。 我敲了敲门。西娅伸出她的鼻子。 当她看到我时，她睁大了眼睛，“你怎么敢出现在这里!”她尖叫道。

"Well, you can just take your tail somewhere else! The REAL Geronimo Stilton is already inside!" She slammed the door in my snout. I knocked again. "Thea, open the door, please, it's me!" I cried. She opened the door again. "Go away, you Impostor!" Now I was really worried. Even my own sister didn't know me, "But it's me, Thea, your brother!" I insisted. "Don't you recognize me?" She gave me a closer look. For a minute, she seemed about to change her mind. I straightened my tie. I picked up my briefcase. I was ready for work. But then, through the half-open door, I saw something horrifying.

“好吧，你可以把尾巴带到别的地方去!”真正的杰罗尼莫·斯蒂尔顿已经在里面了!”她砰地一声把门摔在我鼻子上。 我又敲了敲门。“西娅，开门，求你了，是我!”我哭了。 她又打开了门。 “走开，你这个骗子!”现在我真的很担心。 连我的亲妹妹都不认识我，"但那是我，西娅，你哥哥!"我坚持。 “你不认识我了吗?”她仔细地看了我一眼。 有那么一会儿，她似乎要改变主意了。 我整理了一下领带。我拿起我的公文包。 我已经准备好工作了。但是，透过半开着的门，我看到了可怕的事情。

It was me, I mean, him, I mean, the fake Stilton sitting behind my desk! "Of course I know which one of you is the real Geronimo..." my sister was muttering. When they caught sight of me, my employees began whispering furiously, "That's Mr. Stilton's double," they said to one another. My secretary, Mousella, shook her head. "Cheese niblets! He doesn't look like him at all!" she squeaked. "The real Stilton is this one!" she said, pointing to the mouse sitting at my desk. With that, my sister slammed the door in my snout... again. "Buzz off, Furface!" she shouted. "And don't you dare come back!"

是我，我是说，他，我是说，坐在我桌子后面的假斯蒂尔顿!“我当然知道你们谁是真正的杰罗尼莫……” 我妹妹在喃喃自语。当他们看到我的时候，我的员工们开始疯狂地窃窃私语，“那是斯蒂尔顿先生的替身，”他们彼此说。 我的秘书穆塞拉摇了摇头。 “奶酪的玉米!他看起来一点也不像他!”她尖声说。 “真正的斯蒂尔顿是这只!”她指着我桌子上的那只老鼠说。 说着，我姐姐砰地一声关上了我的门。 再一次。“走开，臭脸!”她喊道。 “你还敢不敢回来!”