16 Against Gastronomical Odds

CHAPTER SIXTEEN AGANIST GASTRONOMICAL ODDS Franny started sticking her corn chips together with clumps of gum. The bubbles in the root beer were increasing the pressure in Igor's stomach. She checked her watch. They were running out of time.

弗朗尼开始用口香糖把玉米片粘在一起。 沙士中的气泡增加了伊戈尔胃里的压力。 她看了看表。他们快没时间了。

"Okay, Igor, let's have one of your big, disgusting burps," she said. But Igor didn't burp. The pressure was building in his stomach, but he wouldn't burp. Franny remembered what she had told him. "Gadzooks," she said. "Igor is trying to follow my rule. He's keeping himself from burping." Franny started changing channels. "We'll see about that, Igor," she said. She found a music video with an irresistible beat. Igor started tapping his foot.

“好吧，伊戈尔，让我们来打一个又大又恶心的嗝，”她说。 但是伊戈尔没有打嗝。他胃里的压力越来越大，但他不打嗝。 弗兰尼想起了她对他说过的话。 “该死。”她说。“伊戈尔正试图遵循我的规则。 他在克制自己不打嗝。” 弗兰妮开始换频道。 “我们走着瞧吧，伊戈尔，”她说。 她找到了一部节奏令人无法抗拒的音乐录影带。 伊戈尔开始用脚轻敲。

Franny popped the back off her remote and made a few little adjustments. Now she could control the volume of Igor's TV, and she made the music louder. Igor's shoulders started to move a little in time to the music. Franny turned up the music a little more. Igor's tail started to sway back and forth. Franny howled, "For the love of all humanity, shake what your mama gave you!"

弗兰妮打开遥控器的后盖，做了一些调整。 现在她可以控制伊戈尔电视的音量了，她把音乐开得更大声了。 伊戈尔的肩膀开始随着音乐的节奏动起来。 弗兰妮把音乐开得更大声一些。 伊戈尔的尾巴开始前后摇摆。 弗兰妮吼道：“看在全人类的份上，把你妈妈给你的东西扔掉！”

Franny increased the volume as loud as it would go and Igor finally lost control. He bopped, grooved, and danced just like the people in the music video. His dancing was working on his stomach the way that shaking works on a bottle of root beer. "He can't hold this burp back forever," Franny said. As the pressure grew, Franny made the final adjustments to her corn chips, and stuck the Doomsday Device in place with

弗兰妮尽可能地提高音量，伊戈尔终于失去了控制。 他就像mv里的人一样蹦蹦跳跳。 他的舞蹈对他的胃起了作用，就像摇晃对一瓶沙士起了作用一样。 “他不可能永远不打嗝，”弗兰尼说。 随着压力的增加，弗兰尼对她的玉米片做了最后的调整，用

more gum. She began her countdown: "5-4-3-2-1..." Igor couldn't hold it back any longer. The pressure in his stomach was just too great, and he burped a huge, gassy dog burp.

更多的口香糖。她开始倒计时：“5-4-3-2-1……” 伊戈尔再也忍不住了。 他胃里的压力太大了，他打了一个巨大的，充满气体的狗嗝。

"Blastoff!" Franny yelled. She had built a Windsurfer out of the corn chips and held it tightly as she rode the root-beer burp straight up Igor's throat. She rocketed right out of his mouth, moving much too fast to worry about his snaggly teeth, and skidded to a complete stop right in front of the Shrinkerizer. She fumbled with the wires in the remote. She was starting to panic. Only a minute remained until the bomb went off. "Calm down, Franny," she said to herself.

“发射!”弗兰妮喊道。 她用玉米片做了一个风帆冲浪器，紧紧地拿着它，把麦根啤酒打个嗝，直冲进伊戈尔的喉咙。 她从他的嘴里蹿了出来，移动得太快了，根本顾不上他那打结的牙齿，最后在萎缩医生面前完全停住了。 她摸索着遥控器里的电线。 她开始恐慌起来。 炸弹只剩下一分钟就爆炸了。 “冷静点，弗兰尼，”她对自己说。