07-NO MORE SNAILS!

NO MORE SNAILS! It was Prowls, the Black Bandit's brother. "Mice at last! No more snails!" he meowed. "Keep quiet, you nitwit!" snapped the Bandit. Then he turned to us. "Four plump mice," he murmured.

不要再有蜗牛了!是普罗斯，黑强盗的兄弟。 “老鼠终于来了!”不要再有蜗牛了!”他叫道。 “闭嘴，你这个笨蛋!”强盗厉声说。 然后他转向我们。“四只胖胖的老鼠。”他喃喃地说。

He looked down at his sharp claws as if he were longing for a nail file. Then he glanced at a cat in an apron who was huffing and puffing in the corner, He was busy roasting a long rod of snails over a fire. "So tell me, where are you from?" asked the Bandit, curling his tail into a question mark. Just then, Prowls began dancing around the room in a whirl of yellow. He stopped in front of Trap and pricked him with his sword. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

他低头看着自己锋利的爪子，好像在渴望一把指甲锉。 接着，他瞥了一眼角落里一只系着围裙的猫，它正在吞云吐雾，正忙着在火上烤一长串蜗牛。 “那么告诉我，你是哪里人?”强盗问，把尾巴卷成一个问号。 就在这时，普罗斯开始在房间里绕着一圈黄色的圆圈跳舞。 他停在特拉普面前，用剑刺他。 “怎么了?猫咬到你的舌头了?”

I glanced at my cousin. He was snorting like Scar Rat, the famous boxer, before a big match. "If you were on our island, you wouldn't have a tongue!" Trap shrieked. "Jumping tuna fish!" cried the Black Bandit. "Do you mean you are from Mouse Island? Our ship has been searching for ages for that place! It sounds amazing!" "Amaaaaazzzing!" echoed the other cats. "Amaaaaazzzzing!" shouted Prowls. He was out of beat with the other cats. "Pipe down, you ninny!" raged the Bandit, crushing his brother's tail with the heel of his boot.

我瞥了我的表弟一眼。他像著名的拳击手刀疤鼠在一场重大比赛前那样哼哼着。 “如果你在我们岛上，你就没有舌头了!”陷阱尖叫起来。 “跳跃的金枪鱼!”黑强盗叫道。 “你是说你是从老鼠岛来的?” 我们的船一直在寻找那个地方!听起来太棒了!”“哇——哇——哇!”其他的猫也附和着。 “啊——啊——啊!” 他和其他猫不合拍。 “闭嘴，你这个笨蛋!”强盗怒吼着，用靴子的后跟踩碎了他哥哥的尾巴。

"Meeeeowwww!" cried Prowls. The Bandit brushed Prowls's fur off his boot. Once again he turned toward us. "So, tell us where your island is. We will take you back immediately," he purred. "Oh, we don't want to go back," I said, pretending not to care. "And why not?" asked the Bandit, narrowing his eyes. "Well, you see, the four of us are the only survivors of a terrible sickness," I whispered, thinking quickly. We had to stop these bandit cats from finding Mouse Island! "Yes, acutis fungus mousitis, a very contagious disease, has wiped out the whole population! So we left, hoping to find another island of rodents." I wiped away a fake tear.

“Meeeeowwww!” 强盗拂去了巡游者靴子上的毛。 他又转向我们。 “那么，告诉我们你的岛在哪里。 我们马上带你回去。”他咕噜着。 “哦，我们不想回去，”我说，假装不在乎。 “为什么不呢?”强盗眯起眼睛问。 “嗯，你看，我们四个是一场可怕的疾病的唯一幸存者。”我低声说，迅速地思考着。 我们必须阻止这些强盗猫找到老鼠岛!“是的，急性真菌性耳炎，一种传染性很强的疾病，已经消灭了所有的人!”所以我们离开了，希望能找到另一个啮齿动物的岛屿。” 我擦去了一滴假眼泪。

The Black Bandit scratched his head with one long claw. "So there are no mice on the island?" he mumbled, DRUMMING the table with his claws. Meanwhile, a greasy cat began playing a violin. "What would Your Excellency like to hear?" he asked, slimy as melted cheddar. "'The Ballad of the Killer Cat'? Or 'The Dance of the Pouncing Paws'?" But the Bandit only had eyes for us. "That's enough, Patches! Enough playing for today!" he growled. Then he signaled for me to step closer. "Come on," he hissed. "Are you telling

黑匪用一只长爪抓了抓他的头。 “这么说岛上没有老鼠了?”他咕哝着，用爪子敲着桌子。 与此同时，一只油腻的猫开始拉小提琴。 “阁下想听什么?”他问道，像融化的切达干酪一样黏糊糊的。 “《杀人猫的歌谣》?” 或者是《扑掌之舞》?”但强盗只关心我们。 “够了，补丁!”今天玩够了!”他咆哮道。 然后他示意我走近一点。 “来吧，”他嘶嘶地说。“你是说