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CHAPTER 3 OLYM-PICKLES On the way home, all the kids are talking about the field day. Freddy says it's just like the Olympics. That's right, I think— we'll all limp home. "I'm a good jumper," brags Derek. "I'm a good bumper," blurts Freddy. "I'm fast," declares Randy. "I'm last," I sigh. OOPS!

在回家的路上，所有的孩子都在谈论运动会。 弗雷迪说就像奥运会一样。 对了，我想——我们都一瘸一拐地回家。 “我跳得很好，”德里克自夸道。 “我是个好保险杠，”弗雷迪脱口而出。 “我跑得很快，”兰迪说。 “我是最后一个，”我叹了口气。哦!

For the rest of the way home, Eric and I discuss the situation. There's not going to be even one video game—bummer! So we're going to have to get into shape. But what shape should we get into? Square, round, triangular? Eric says, "Muscles... we need muscles... FAST!"

在回家的路上，埃里克和我一直在讨论这个问题。 不会有一个电子游戏扫兴者！所以我们必须保持体形。 但是我们应该变成什么形状呢？ 正方形，圆形，三角形？ 埃里克说：“肌肉……我们需要肌肉…… 快!”

"What about clams?" I ask. "Do we need clams, too?" He rolls his eyes and says, "We have to get fit, Hubie." "To fit what?" I ask. Eric says that he's going to get fit, and I should shape up. It's all too confusing. I just stare out the window and count red convertibles. THERE'S ONE.

“那蛤蜊呢？”我问。 “我们也需要蛤蜊吗？”他翻了个白眼说：“我们得健身，胡比。” “适合什么？”我问。埃里克说他要健身，我也应该塑形。 这太令人困惑了。我只是盯着窗外数着红色的敞篷车。 有一个。