6 DISCONNECT THE DOTS

CHAPTER 6 DISCONNECT THE DOTS Ugh!" Rip groaned. "It feels like I'm wearing cactus earmuffs!" "Just keep moving!" said Alexander. He herded Rip toward the broken cooler. Alexander did a double take. "What is it?" said Rip. "Are my ears blue-er?" He looked at his reflection in a spoon. Now his face was covered in blue spots!

第六章把点点滴滴分开啊！”Rip呻吟着。 “感觉就像我戴着仙人掌耳罩！”“继续走！”亚历山大说。 他把里普赶到坏掉的冷却器旁。 亚历山大又看了一眼。 “这是什么？”瑞普问。“我的耳朵更蓝了吗？”他看着勺子里自己的倒影。 现在他的脸上满是蓝色的斑点！

"What is happening to me?!" Rip yelled. "And where is Hoarsely?!" Mr. Hoarsely popped up, holding his smelly sponge. "Here I am!" He saw Rip's polka-dotted face and yelped, squeezing stinky water onto the floor. "Come with me!" he said. The three of them rushed to the nurse's office. Mr. Hoarsely tossed the sponge in a corner, washed his hands, and put on a stethoscope. "Okay," said Mr. Hoarsely at last. "I'm no doctor, but—" He paused. He and Alexander were both staring at Rip, wide-eyed.

“我这是怎么了？！”Rip喊道。 “沙哑呢？！”沙哑先生突然出现，手里拿着他那块臭海绵。 “我在这儿！”他看到了瑞普的圆点脸，大叫起来，把臭气熏天的水挤到地板上。 “跟我来！”他说。他们三个人冲到护士办公室。 沙哑先生把海绵扔到角落里，洗完手，戴上听诊器。 “好吧。”沙哑先生终于说。 “我不是医生，不过——”他顿了顿。 他和亚历山大都睁大了眼睛盯着瑞普。

"What now?!" said Rip. "Uh," said Mr. Hoarsely. "Those blue spots are gone." "And your ears are both back to normal," said Alexander. "Hello, handsome!" said Rip, smiling at himself in the mirror. "But— what happened?" Mr. Hoarsely frowned. "I'm not sure. Are you allergic to anything?" "No," said Rip. Mr. Hoarsely pulled out a medical book. "Let's see... Blue spots? Aquamarine bumps? Navy freckles?" He closed the book. "Nothing!" HOO-RONNNNNK!!!

“现在怎么办？！”“嗯，”沙哑先生说。 “那些蓝点不见了。” “你的耳朵也都恢复正常了，”亚历山大说。 “你好，帅哥！”里普对着镜子里的自己微笑着说。 “可是——发生了什么事？”沙哑先生皱起眉头。 “我不确定。你对什么过敏吗？”“不，”瑞普说。 沙哑先生拿出一本医学书。 “让我们看看…蓝色的斑点?海蓝宝石疙瘩? 海军雀斑吗?”他合上书。 “没什么!”HOO-RONNNNNK ! !

BLAM! The door slammed shut. "Eep!" Mr. Hoarsely dove under the cot. He looked toward the door. "Wh-wh-where did my sponge go?" Alexander ran to the door. The stinky sponge was gone. "Yechh!" said Rip. "Who would steal a grody old sponge?" Then the bell rang.

简直是噩梦!门砰地关上了。 “燃灯!”嘶哑的先生钻到小床下面。 他朝门口望去。 “我的海绵去哪儿了？”亚历山大跑到门口。 发臭的海绵不见了。 “耶！”瑞普说。“谁会偷一块脏兮兮的旧海绵？”然后铃响了。