Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15 Michael entered the kitchen, where his mom and Jane were eating an after-school snack. "Cookies, would you like a cookie?" Mrs. Gomez asked. "Mom!" Michael protested. "Don't call me Cookies! It's embarrassing!" Over the last year or so, he had grown to not like his mom's nickname for him. "Oh, come on, it's cute. You're cute!" Mrs. Gomez offered him two cookies on a plate. "I don't want to be cute! I'm in the fifth grade." "You can be in the fifth grade and still be cute," his

第十五章迈克尔走进厨房，他妈妈和简正在那里吃放学后的点心。 “饼干，你想吃饼干吗？”戈麦斯夫人问。 “妈妈!”迈克尔抗议。“别叫我饼干！”是尴尬!”在过去一年左右的时间里，他渐渐不喜欢妈妈给他起的绰号了。 “哦，别这样，它很可爱。你很可爱!”戈麦斯太太用盘子递给他两块饼干。 “我不想可爱！”我上五年级了。” “你可以在五年级的时候仍然很可爱，”他说

mom assured him. As Michael reached for the cookies, Mr. Nemesis, who was perched on top of the refrigerator, leaped onto Michael's backpack. He had been waiting all day to get another chance at the squirrel who had eluded him the day before. "MEOOOOOWWWWW!" Mr. Nemesis growled, wiggling his head into the partially unzipped top of the backpack. Merle and Pearl found themselves face-to-face with the angry cat! "MEOOOOOWWWWW!" Mr. Nemesis said again, which in cat meant, "Aha! I knew you were in here! I smelled you!" The squirrels were trapped against the bottom of the backpack, but thankfully, the opening in the top was too small for more than just Mr. Nemesis's head to fit through. "AHHHHH!" Merle screamed before Pearl put her paw over his mouth. "Shhhhh!" "Mr. Nemesis! Bad boy!" Mrs. Gomez shouted as she jumped up from the table to grab the cat. "What are you doing?" Michael began spinning around, trying to fling Mr. Nemesis off. "You're gonna make him fall!" Jane cried, worried about her cat. "Good!" Michael said and spun faster.

妈妈向他保证。迈克尔伸手去拿饼干时，坐在冰箱顶上的克星先生跳到迈克尔的背包上。 他一整天都在等着，想再一次抓住前一天躲过他的松鼠。 “MEOOOOOWWWWW !”克星先生咆哮着，把头伸进部分拉开的背包顶部。 莫尔和珀尔发现他们面对面地面对着那只愤怒的猫！“MEOOOOOWWWWW !”克星先生又说了一遍，意思是：“啊哈！我就知道你在这里！我闻到你的味道了！”松鼠们被困在了背包的底部，但幸运的是，顶部的开口太小了，除了“宿敌”先生的头，其他的东西都塞不进去。 “啊! ! !”莫尔尖叫着，珠儿用爪子捂住了他的嘴。 “嘘!”“先生“复仇者”!坏男孩!”戈麦斯夫人喊道，她从桌子上跳起来抓住猫。 “你在干什么？”迈克尔开始转来转去，想把克星先生甩掉。 “你会让他摔倒的！”简哭了，为她的猫担心。 “好!”迈克尔说着，转得更快了。

Mrs. Gomez managed to stop Michael's rotation and grab Mr. Nemesis, yanking his head out of the backpack. "Naughty kitty!" she scolded. "Why in the world are you attacking a backpack?"

戈麦斯太太设法阻止了迈克尔的旋转，抓住了克星先生，把他的头从背包里拽了出来。 “淘气的小猫！” “你到底为什么要攻击一个背包？”

"Who knows?" Michael offered nervously. "Leftover chicken nuggets, maybe? Thanks for the cookies, Mom." Michael grabbed the cookies and set the plate down on the countertop by the refrigerator, noting the crisp $10 bill hanging from a magnet. "Stay here and talk with us for a second," Mrs. Gomez called after him. "Sorry, Mom. Can't! Gotta study!" Michael said as he headed for his room. Mrs. Gomez smiled. "I won't argue with that."

“谁知道呢?”迈克尔紧张地问道。 “可能是剩下的鸡块？” 谢谢你的饼干，妈妈。” 迈克尔抓起饼干，把盘子放在冰箱旁的台面上，注意到一块磁铁上挂着一张酥脆的钞票。 “呆在这儿和我们聊一会儿，”戈麦斯太太在他身后喊道。 “对不起,妈妈。不能!要研究!”迈克尔边说边朝自己的房间走去。 戈麦斯夫人笑了。“我不会反驳的。”