7 ROTTEN EGGS

CHAPTER 7 ROTTEN EGGS That afternoon, Alexander did his math, science, and reading with no bathroom breaks. Ms. Vanderpants didn't let him leave until twenty minutes after the final bell. "Good enough for your first day, Alexander," said Ms. Vanderpants. "You may leave." Rip and Nikki were waiting for Alexander in the lobby.

那天下午，亚历山大做了数学、科学和阅读，没有上厕所。 范德帕斯女士直到下课二十分钟后才让他离开。 “你第一天就已经很好了，亚历山大。” Vanderpants。“你可以走了。” 里普和妮基在大厅等亚历山大。

"Sorry I'm late," said Alexander. "Poor Salamander," said Nikki. "Principal Vanderpants is really working you." The three friends walked a few blocks in silence until Rip whooped with joy. "A garbage truck!" he shouted, pointing down the street. "Let's go watch it crush stuff!" They made their way to the truck, which was surprisingly clean. And totally empty. The trash collector was scratching her head.

“对不起，我迟到了。”亚历山大说。 “可怜的蝾螈，”妮基说。 “范德帕斯校长真的在折磨你。” 三个朋友默默地走了几个街区，直到里普高兴地叫了起来。 “一辆垃圾车！”他指着街道喊道。 “我们去看它碾压东西吧！”他们朝卡车走去，卡车出奇地干净。 而且完全是空的。拾荒者正在抓耳挠耳。

"Shoot!" said Rip. "There's no trash to smash!" "You're telling me!" said the trash collector. "Every can on this route was empty. Somebody must have dumped them before I came along!" Alexander raised an eyebrow. It stayed raised for the rest of the walk home. "A clean garbage truck?" he said. "Empty trash cans? Something stinks about all this!" "You mean something doesn't stink," said Rip. Alexander rolled his eyes. "Guys, watch out for caboose-crashers. I'll see you tomorrow." He cut across his yard. SLAM! His dad burst onto the front porch. He held a yellow bowl in one hand, and his nose with the other.

“开枪！”瑞普说。“没有垃圾可以砸！”“你告诉我！”收垃圾的人说。 “这条路上的每个罐子都是空的。 一定是有人在我来之前把它们扔了！”亚历山大扬起眉毛。 在回家的路上，它一直高高举起。 “一辆干净的垃圾车？”他说。 “空垃圾桶？”这一切太糟糕了！”“你是说有些东西不臭？”瑞普说。 亚历山大翻了个白眼。 “伙计们，小心撞车的人。 明天见。”他抄近路穿过他的院子。 大满贯!他爸爸冲进前廊。 他一只手拿着一只黄色的碗，另一只手捏着鼻子。

"Stand back, AI!" he shouted. He raced to the trash can, tossed the bowl inside, and slammed the lid shut. "What's so stinky, Dad?" asked Alexander. "My homemade tuna salad," Alexander's dad said, wiping his brow. "The eggs had gone bad. Also the tuna... The mayo, too, now that I think of it." He patted his son's head. "So we're ordering pizza!" "This reminds me of last week's meatball disaster," mumbled Alexander. "Yeah, yeah. Hey, I'll race you to the door!" said his dad. "Last one there is a uh, never mind."

“退后，艾！”他喊道。 他跑到垃圾桶前，把碗扔了进去，砰地关上了盖子。 “什么东西这么臭，爸爸？”亚历山大问。 “我的自制金枪鱼沙拉，”亚历山大的爸爸擦着额头说。 “鸡蛋坏了。还有金枪鱼…… 我想起来了，还有蛋黄酱。” 他拍拍儿子的头。“所以我们要订披萨！”“这让我想起了上周的肉丸灾难，”亚历山大咕哝道。 “是的,是的。嘿，我和你比谁先跑到门口！”爸爸说。 “最后一个是，算了。”

Alexander headed inside and flopped down on the couch. His nose wrinkled. The whole house smelled like rotten tuna salad. What a stinky day! he thought. My one-on-one class stinks. Rip's blue spots stink! The tuna salad really stinks... He quickly sat up. The milk cooler was stinky, too. and the funky cheese yesterday... Could the caboose-crasher be connected to stinky stuff? He made some notes.

亚历山大走了进去，扑通一声坐在沙发上。 他的鼻子皱了起来。整个房子都散发着腐烂的金枪鱼沙拉的味道。 多臭的一天啊！他想。 我的一对一课程很糟糕。 里普的蓝色斑点臭死了！金枪鱼沙拉真的很臭…… 他迅速坐了起来。牛奶冷却器也很臭。 还有昨天的时髦奶酪…… 撞车的人会不会跟什么臭东西有关？ 他做了一些笔记。

The caboose-crasher can't be a skunky-monkey. Alexander thought as he wadded up the scrap paper. I really wish I had the notebook!

撞车尾的人不可能是臭猴。 亚历山大一边想一边把废纸揉成一团。 我真希望我有笔记本！