01-WE WANT STIL-TON!

WE WANT STIL-TON! What a rat's nest this morning in front of my office! When I came up from the subway, I saw mice of all shapes and sizes packing the street. All their snouts were in the air. They were staring at the windows of my office! The crowd began to chant: "STIL-TON! STIL-TON! WE WANT STIL-TON! GERO-NIMO STIL-TON!" Uh-oh. I had a feeling these mice weren't looking for my autograph. Luckily, no one recognized me.

我们还要一顿!今天早上我办公室前面真是个老鼠窝!当我从地铁出来的时候，我看到街上挤满了各种各样的老鼠。 所有的鼻子都翘在空中。 他们一直盯着我办公室的窗户!人群开始高喊:“还在!STIL-TON !我们还要一顿!GERO-NIMO STIL-TON !”哦。 我就知道这些老鼠不是来找我签名的。 幸运的是，没有人认出我。

Because, you see, I am Geronimo Stilton! Quiet as a mouse, I wriggled through the crowd and sneaked up the back stairs. I dashed into my office, huffing and puffing for air. I really needed to get back to my gym, Rats La Lanne. My secretary, Mousella, ran to meet me. "Mr. Stilton! Horrible news!" she squEAKed, waving the phone book we had just printed. "New Mouse City's YELLOW PAGES are a disaster! There isn't one correct phone number! Not one!" Pale as a slice of mozzarella cheese, I leafed through the book. "Addresses... telephone numbers...

因为，你看，我是杰罗尼莫·斯蒂尔顿!我像老鼠一样安静地穿过人群，偷偷爬上后面的楼梯。 我冲进办公室，喘着粗气。 我真的需要回健身房了，拉斯·拉兰。 我的秘书摩塞拉跑过来迎接我。 ”斯第尔顿先生!可怕的消息!”她尖叫着，挥舞着我们刚印好的电话簿。 “新老鼠城的黄页真是一场灾难!”没有一个正确的电话号码!没有一个!”脸色苍白得像一片马苏里拉奶酪，我翻着书。 “地址…电话号码…

they're all wrong? I am ruuuuuined!" I SHRIEKED, pulling at my whiskers. I heard the crowd yelling and leaned out my window. They had lit a huge bonfire right in the middle of the street. They were BURNING my directories!!! A fierce-looking mouse pointed at me with his paw. "That's him! That's Geronimo Stilton! The one who published the Yellow Pages! He's the one who's turned New Mouse City on its tail!" The crowd began chanting again. "STIL-TON! STIL-TON! WE WANT STIL-TON!" Suddenly, all the telephones in my office started RINGING. I answered the phone on my desk.

他们都错了?我完蛋了!”我尖叫着，扯着胡须。 我听到人群在大喊大叫，便探出窗外。 他们在街中央点了一堆巨大的篝火。 他们烧了我的目录!!一只面目狰狞的老鼠用爪子指着我。 “这就是他!那是杰罗尼莫·斯蒂尔顿!就是那个出版黄页的人!就是他把新老鼠城搞得天翻地覆!”人群又开始吟唱起来。 “STIL-TON !STIL-TON !我们还要一顿!”突然，我办公室里所有的电话都响了起来。 我接了桌子上的电话。

"I need to speak with that cheddarface, Mr. Stilton!" an angry voice snarled on the other end. "Um, Mr. Stilton isn't here," I squeaked in a high-pitched voice. Hopefully, the caller wouldn't know it was me. "I don't know where he is," I continued. "He might be in the hospital with an ingrown toenail. Or maybe he's helping out down at the Creaky Mouse Nursing Home. He does a lot of charity work, you know." I decided to unplug the telephones, but the fax machines were all spitting out nasty letters. Threatening e-mails popped up on my

“斯蒂尔顿先生，我得跟那张车脸说话!”电话那头一个愤怒的声音咆哮道。 “嗯，斯蒂尔顿先生不在这儿。”我尖声说。 希望打电话的人不会知道是我。 “我不知道他在哪儿，”我接着说。 “他可能因为脚趾甲内生进了医院。 也许他在老鼠院帮忙呢。 你知道，他做了很多慈善工作。” 我决定拔掉电话插头，但传真机都在发出令人讨厌的信件。 我的

computer screen: "We know where you live! You can't hide! no hole is safe!" Mousella wrung her paws. Tears rolled down her snout. "Mr. Stilton, this is a total disaster! Even our own telephone number is wrong!" she squeaked. "We are now the Furry Tails Toilet Paper Company!" "Don't worry, Mousella. I have everything under control," I cried, closing my eyes. Maybe I was just having a bad dream. I waited a few seconds, then opened my eyes. The rodents outside were throwing moldy cheese balls at my window. No, this wasn't a bad dream. It was a living NIGHTMARE!

电脑屏幕:“我们知道你住在哪里!你躲不了的!没有一个洞是安全的!”老鼠扭了她的爪子。 眼泪顺着她的鼻子滚落下来。 “斯蒂尔顿先生，这完全是一场灾难!”连我们自己的电话号码都错了!”她尖声说。 “我们现在是毛尾巴卫生纸公司!”“别担心，老鼠。 一切都在我的掌控之中。”我闭上眼睛哭着说。 也许我只是做了个噩梦。 我等了几秒钟，然后睁开眼睛。 外面的啮齿动物向我的窗户扔发霉的奶酪球。 不，这不是噩梦。 这是一场活生生的噩梦!