7 Nothing Could Possibly Go Wrong

CHAPTER SEVEN NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG Franny moved around the lab, suspended by her pigtails, which walked her around like big, fuzzy legs. She used them to grab a device on a very high shelf and stretch for a beaker that had rolled under a sea monster's fishbowl. "Isn't this great, Igor?" She grinned. "I can reach everything!" Igor pointed at the super-tall shoes.

弗兰尼在实验室里走来走去，她的小辫把她吊在半空中，像两条毛茸茸的大腿。 她用手抓住一个很高的架子上的一个设备，伸手去拿一个滚到海怪鱼缸下面的烧杯。 “这不是很棒吗，伊戈尔？”她咧嘴一笑。 “我什么都能够到！”伊戈尔指着那双超高的鞋子。

"Those are great, but shoes aren't alive the way hair is. They can't move on their own." Igor scowled. "I know what you're thinking, Igor. This experiment was supposed to be all about Mom stuff, so why would Mom be interested in living pigtails? "Well, watch this...."

“鞋子很棒，但鞋子不像头发那样有生命。 他们不能自己行动。” Igor皱起了眉头。“我知道你在想什么，伊戈尔。 这个实验本来都是关于妈妈的，为什么妈妈会对活辫子感兴趣呢？ “嗯，看这个....”

Franny snapped her fingers, and her pigtails sprang into a brand-new hairdo. She snapped again, and they changed into another style. With each snap they became something new.

弗兰尼打了个响指，她的小辫子编成了一个全新的发型。 她又厉声说，他们换了另一种风格。 每拍一次，它们都变成了新的东西。

"Now, you know Mom is going to love that," Franny said. "So much faster than fiddling around with her hair spray and brushes and blow-dryers and stuff."

“现在，你知道妈妈会喜欢的，”弗兰尼说。 “比摆弄她的发胶、刷子、吹风机之类的东西快多了。”