13 HAVE YOU SEEN, MUFFIN MAN

CHAPTER THIRTEEN HAVE YOU SEEN, MUFFIN MAN? In the short time Franny had been gone, the muffins were already piling up in the lobby and spilling out the doors of the school. It wouldn't be long before the Muffin Man really did have enough for the whole world.

第十三章你看到了吗，松饼先生？ 弗兰妮走后没多久，松饼就已经堆在大厅里，溢出了学校的门。 没过多久，松饼人就真的有足够的食物给全世界吃了。

She made her way back down into the basement. "Looks like you are really cooking," she said with a nervous laugh. Igor whirled round and eyed her suspiciously. Muffins were all that mattered to him now, and he knew that Franny could be very tricky.

她回到了地下室。 “看起来你真的在做饭，”她紧张地笑着说。 伊戈尔转过身来，怀疑地看着她。 松饼现在对他来说是最重要的了，他知道弗兰妮可能很狡猾。

"I, um, brought a special helmet," Franny said, pulling the invention out of her backpack. "It will let us download all of your awesome baking skills into the brains of all your helpers here." "That sounds wonderful," the Muffin Man said. "Who should go first?" "Oh, anybody, I guess," Franny said. "How about Mona?" Igor let out a low growl. Franny positioned the helmet on top of Mona's head and smiled at the Muffin Man. "Pretty soon she'll be almost as good at baking as you," she said.

“我，嗯，带了一个特殊的头盔，”弗兰尼说着，从背包里拿出了这个发明。 “它会让我们把你所有的烘焙技巧下载到你所有助手的大脑里。” “听起来好极了，”松饼人说。 “谁先走？”“哦，任何人，我想，”弗兰尼说。 “莫娜怎么样？”伊戈尔发出一声低吼。 弗兰尼把头盔戴在莫娜的头上，对着松饼人微笑。 “她很快就会和你一样擅长烘焙了，”她说。

Mona smiled at Franny and said, "That's perfect. I always wanted to be a muffin maker." "I thought you always wanted to be an artist?" Franny whispered to her, and she shrugged. Igor began to move toward them. Franny leaned in close so that nobody but Mona could hear her. "Mona, this is my Visualizer Helmet. When I turn this on, you're going to get a look at the future that awaits you. You're going to see what these muffins will bring you." "I'll bet it's going to be great," Mona said. "Now visualize your future, Mona," Franny said, and she flipped the switch.

莫娜笑着对弗兰尼说：“太好了。 我一直想成为一名松饼师。” “我以为你一直想成为一名艺术家？”弗兰妮低声对她说，她耸了耸肩。 伊戈尔开始向他们走去。 弗兰妮靠得很近，这样除了莫娜谁也听不见她说话。 “莫娜，这是我的可视化头盔。 当我打开这个，你就能看到未来在等着你。 你会看到这些松饼会给你带来什么。” “我敢打赌一定很棒，”莫娜说。 “现在想象一下你的未来，莫娜。”弗兰尼说，然后按下了开关。

Mona saw herself as a teenager, making muffins and selling them to people. She did not look very happy. As the helmet hummed, she saw farther into her future. She looked even worse-she was alone and her brushes and canvases were unused in the corner. She looked sick.

莫娜把自己看成一个青少年，做松饼卖给别人。 她看上去不太高兴。 随着头盔的嗡嗡声，她看到了更远的未来。 她看上去更糟了——她独自一人，她的画笔和画布都在角落里闲置着。 她看上去病了。

She saw her little brother and her friends eating the muffins, and never accomplishing much more than that. She got older and older and it never got better. A tear rolled down her cheek. "You're right. I did want to be an artist," she whimpered. Franny took the helmet off her. "Franny, I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to do this to myself." "Just keep these thoughts to yourself for now," Franny told her softly, "and go get Vincent." Soon Vincent was visualizing his future. He wasn't a musician. He wasn't really anything. He was just an unhappy adult who had sold his flute to buy muffins.

她看到她的小弟弟和她的朋友们吃着松饼，仅此而已。 她年纪越来越大，情况却一直没有好转。 一滴眼泪顺着她的脸颊滚落下来。 “你是对的。我确实想成为一名艺术家，”她呜咽着说。 弗兰妮摘下了她的头盔。 "弗兰妮，我不想再这样下去了。 我不想这样对自己。” “现在把这些想法藏在心里，”弗兰尼轻声对她说，“去找文森特。” 不久，文森特开始想象他的未来。 他不是音乐家。他什么都不是。 他只是一个不快乐的成年人，为了买松饼卖掉了长笛。