11 MAYBE THE BAKED GOODS ARE BAKED BADS

CHAPTER ELEVEN MAYBE THE BAKED GOODS ARE BAKED BADS The next day at school there was nobody at the bake sale table. There weren't even any kids in the hallways or classrooms, either. "Did I accidentally show up here on a Saturday again?" Franny asked herself. "No. This is something stranger than that. I wish Igor was here to help me."

第十一章也许烘焙食品是烤坏的第二天，在学校里，糕饼义卖桌上一个人也没有。 走廊和教室里也没有一个孩子。 “我是不是又在星期六不小心出现在这里了？”弗兰妮问自己。 “没有。这比那更奇怪。 我希望伊戈尔能在这里帮助我。”

She pulled her burp-sniffing robot out of her backpack. "I'll bet I can modify this to sniff out other things," she said, and with a few little adjustments, a couple rubber bands, and a handful of paper clips, she finished it. "Find Igor," she told it. "Should be easy; he kind of smells like a burp." And it started sniffing its way down the hall. The robot stopped in front of the door to the school basement and beeped.

她从背包里拿出她的打嗝嗅探机器人。 “我敢打赌，我可以把它改装一下，让它能嗅出其他东西，”她说。她做了一些小小的调整，用了几根橡皮筋和一把回形针，就把它完成了。 “找到伊戈尔。”她对它说。“应该很容易；他闻起来有点打嗝的味道。” 它开始在大厅里嗅来嗅去。 机器人停在学校地下室的门前，发出哔哔声。

"Down there?" she asked it, and it beeped again. "I wonder what he's doing down there," she said, and slowly walked down the stairs. As she headed downward, she heard the sounds of people working and she started to smell the muffins baking. "Maybe the Muffin Man has seen Igor," she said as she came around the corner and saw exactly what was going on.

“在下面吗？”她问它，它又发出哔哔声。 “我不知道他在下面干什么，”她说着，慢慢地走下楼梯。 当她往下走的时候，她听到了人们工作的声音，她开始闻到松饼的味道。 “也许松饼人看到了伊戈尔，”她转过拐角，清楚地看到了正在发生的事情。

Long tables lined the basement with kids mixing ingredients and pouring them into muffin pans. Igor was loading the pans into one of the brand- new ovens along the wall. If this wasn't odd enough, everybody also seemed almost half asleep. "Oh, hi, Franny," the Muffin Man said cheerfully. "Isn't this great? Do you want to help?" "What are you doing?" she demanded. "We're making muffins," he said. "And not just for the kids at this school. We're making them for everybody, everywhere. Soon, the whole world will get to enjoy my wonderful muffins."

地下室的长桌上，孩子们把食材混合在一起，倒进松饼盘里。 伊戈尔正把锅装进墙边一个崭新的炉子里。 如果这还不够奇怪的话，每个人似乎也几乎半睡半醒。 “哦，嗨，弗兰妮，”松饼人高兴地说。 “这不是很棒吗？”你想帮忙吗？”“你在干什么？”她问。 “我们在做松饼，”他说。 “不仅仅是为了这所学校的孩子们。 我们正在为每个人，每个地方制作它们。 很快，全世界的人都可以享用我的美味松饼了。”

Franny shook Mona's shoulder. "Mona! Why are you doing this?" Mona looked at her and smiled weakly. "He pays us in muffins, Franny. If we help, we can have all the muffins we want."

弗兰妮摇了摇莫娜的肩膀。 “莫娜!你为什么要这样做？”莫娜看着她，虚弱地笑了笑。 “他付给我们松饼，弗兰妮。 如果我们帮忙，我们就能吃到所有我们想要的松饼。”

"These were just supposed to be for the bake sale," Franny said. "To raise money for art supplies and musical instruments." Mona shrugged. "The muffins are the only thing we care about now, Franny." "Well, I'm shutting this thing down," Franny said. "Right this minute. No more muffins." The kids stopped what they were doing and looked at her angrily. Even Igor growled at her. "You don't understand, Franny," the Muffin Man said. "I used to just be the furnace here at the school."

弗兰尼说：“这些东西本来是用来卖糕饼的。” “为美术用品和乐器筹集资金。” 莫娜耸耸肩。“我们现在只关心松饼，弗兰妮。” “好吧，我要把这东西关掉，”弗兰妮说。 “马上就来。不要再吃松饼了。” 孩子们停下手中的活，生气地看着她。 甚至伊戈尔也对她咆哮。“你不明白，弗兰妮，”松饼人说。 “我以前在学校里就是个火炉。”