科学小超人弗兰妮 · 5 Frantastic Voyage

17 A Weapon of Mass Affection

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN A WEAPON OF MASS AFFECTION Franny wasted no time dismantling the Doomsday Device. "That might have been the worst thing I ever made," she said. Then she turned her attention to the TV she had built for Igor. "And this might be the second worst."

第十七章群众爱戴的武器弗兰尼立即拆除了“末日装置”。 “那可能是我做过的最糟糕的事情,”她说。 然后,她把注意力转向了她为伊戈尔制造的电视。 “这可能是第二糟糕的。”

Igor jumped in front of the TV. He knew Franny was about to smash it to bits. "Stand aside, Igor. This thing has to go," she said, and she began selecting an appropriate smasher from her collection. Igor knew begging wouldn't help. Then he noticed the remote control. Franny chose a weighty battle-ax that had been useful in the past when other experiments had gone badly and had

伊戈尔跳到电视机前。 他知道弗兰妮要把它砸成碎片。 “站到一边去,伊戈尔。这个东西必须扔掉,”她说,然后开始从她的收藏品中挑选合适的粉碎机。 伊戈尔知道乞求是没有用的。 然后他注意到了遥控器。 弗兰尼选择了一把沉重的战斧,这把战斧在过去其他的实验都失败的时候很有用

required swift disassembly. Igor frantically clicked through the channels. Franny raised the battle-ax. Igor kept switching, kept switching, kept switching until finally...

需要快速拆卸。 伊戈尔疯狂地点击着频道。 弗兰妮举起战斧。 伊戈尔不停地换,不停地换,不停地换,直到最后……

Franny froze in mid-swing. It was a science show about spiders. The narrator said, "A single black widow spider can have more than twenty-five hundred babies a year." "Awww! Wook at the widdle babies," she gushed, dropping the ax and settling into Igor's chair.

弗兰妮在秋千上僵住了。 那是一部关于蜘蛛的科学节目。 旁白说:“一只黑寡妇蜘蛛一年能生2500多个孩子。” “哇!看看这些婴儿,”她滔滔不绝地说,放下斧头,坐在伊戈尔的椅子上。

Igor smiled broadly and cuddled up next to her. "I know what you're thinking, Igor," she said. "You're thinking that shows like this will persuade me to keep the TV." Igor smiled and nodded.

伊戈尔笑得很开心,依偎在她身边。 “我知道你在想什么,伊戈尔,”她说。 “你以为这样的节目会说服我留下电视机。” 伊戈尔微笑着点点头。

"Well let me think. It's true that the TV caused a lot of trouble, but I guess I was the one who made the Doomsday Device in the first place and without the television, we would've been blown to bits."

“嗯,让我想想。电视的确造成了很多麻烦,但我想最初是我制造了‘末日装置’,如果没有电视,我们早就被炸成碎片了。”

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