8 Butter Up!

Chapter 8 BUTTER UP! "Tum, tee dee tum tum…," sang Mrs. Scuttle. Her nose appeared in front of Andrew like a big pink ski slope. "Now, where are those pickles?" she asked herself. "Oh, here!" Meaty Scuttle fingers wrapped themselves around the jar of pickles that Andrew's tomato was leaning against. The tomato wobbled on the edge of the cabbage. Andrew turned off his flashlight, clipped it back onto his belt loop, and held on!

第八章奉承！“转，转，转，转……”斯卡特尔太太唱道。 她的鼻子出现在安德鲁面前，就像一个粉色的大滑雪场。 “现在，那些泡菜在哪里？”她问自己。 “哦,这里!”肉乎乎的水手手指紧紧地抓着安德鲁的西红柿靠在罐子上的咸菜。 西红柿在卷心菜的边缘摇晃着。 安德鲁关掉手电筒，把它夹回腰带环上，继续坚持！

Rrrrrrrrinnng! Rrrrrrrrinnng! Rrrrrrrrinnng! It was Mrs. Scuttle's phone. "I'll bet that's the mayor calling me back!" said Mrs. Scuttle. She slammed the refrigerator door shut. But she slammed it so hard that it sprang open again! "Well, hello, Mayor Zamboni!" said Mrs. Scuttle. Her voice had turned sticky sweet. "It's about my neighbors, the Dubbles. Yes, I've called about them many times." Splot! A drop of milk landed right on top of Andrew. It washed him over the edge of the slippery tomato skin! "Woofers!" said Andrew. He clung to the edge of the slippery tomato with one hand and the Drastic Elastic with the other! Mrs. Scuttle's voice got less sweet. "I'm a very busy person, Mayor Zamboni, but I am certainly not a busybody!" Mrs. Scuttle was silent for a moment. "I can't believe it!" she finally said. "He hung up on me!"

Rrrrrrrrinnng !Rrrrrrrrinnng !Rrrrrrrrinnng !是斯卡托太太的电话。 “我敢打赌是市长在叫我回来！”斯卡特尔太太说。 她砰地关上冰箱门。 但是她重重地摔了一下，门又弹开了！“你好，赞博尼市长！”斯卡特尔太太说。 她的声音变得又甜又粘。 “是关于我的邻居，杜布尔一家。 是的，我已经问过他们很多次了。” Splot !一滴牛奶正好落在安德鲁身上。 它把他从光滑的番茄皮边缘冲走了！“低音炮！”安德鲁说。 他一只手抓着光滑的番茄边缘，另一只手抓着“剧烈弹性”！斯卡特尔太太的声音变得不那么甜美了。 “赞博尼市长，我是一个很忙的人，但我肯定不是一个爱管闲事的人！”斯卡特尔太太沉默了一会儿。 “我真不敢相信！”她终于说。 “他挂了我的电话！”

Andrew's cold fingers just couldn't hold on. He fell off the tomato and landed softly on a yellow snowdrift—the stick of butter! Up above, the tomato was slipping farther and farther over the edge of the cabbage. Finally, it toppled off the cabbage, bombed down past the middle shelf, smacked into the glass plate with the half-eaten sandwich, and… Craaack! The whole mess crashed to the kitchen floor. Andrew heard Mrs. Scuttle's heavy footsteps thumping nearer. "This is the last straw!" she screamed. Andrew looked around for Thudd. He couldn't see him, but he still had one end of the Drastic Elastic. "Thudd!" Andrew called. There was no answer. Andrew snapped the Drastic Elastic. Thudd came skimming toward him across the butter! "Shnurm…" Thudd had fallen asleep again. All his buttons were blinking red.

安德鲁冰凉的手指再也抓不住了。 他从番茄上掉下来，轻轻地落在一堆黄色的雪堆上——黄油棒！在上面，西红柿从卷心菜的边缘滑得越来越远。 最后，它从卷心菜上掉了下来，从中间的架子上滚了下来，撞上了装着吃了一半的三明治的玻璃盘，然后……乱七八糟的东西摔到了厨房的地板上。 安德鲁听见斯卡特尔太太沉重的脚步声越来越近了。 “这是最后一根稻草！”她尖叫道。 安德鲁四处寻找泰德。 他看不见他，但他还拿着猛筋的一端。 “Thudd !”安德鲁。没有人回答。 安德鲁啪的一声拧断了剧烈弹力。 砰的一声掠过黄油朝他飞来！“嘘……”泰德又睡着了。 他所有的纽扣都闪烁着红色。

"Wake up, Thudd!" said Andrew. He untied Thudd from the Drastic Elastic. Then he scooped up a handful of butter and started rubbing Thudd all over, especially his antennas. The refrigerator door opened wide. Mrs. Scuttle got down on her hands and knees to clean up the mess. The top of Mrs. Scuttle's head was right across from Andrew. He could see the dark roots of her hair, even some dandruff! "Shnurm… Butter made from lotsa little fat globs in milk… Shnurm…" Thudd was talking in his sleep! As Andrew rubbed Thudd with butter, Thudd's buttons went from blinking red to yellow. Then Thudd opened his eyes!

“醒醒，砰！” 他把“砰”从剧烈的松紧带上解开。 然后，他舀起一把黄油，开始给泰德擦遍全身，尤其是他的触角。 冰箱门开得很大。 斯卡托太太跪在地上收拾残羹剩饭。 斯卡托太太的头顶正对着安德鲁。 他能看到她乌黑的发根，甚至还有一些头皮屑！“嘘……用牛奶里的许多小脂肪球制成的黄油……嘘……”安德鲁用黄油给泰德擦了擦，泰德的纽扣从闪烁的红色变成了黄色。 然后，砰睁开了眼睛！

"Now I've got a headache!" Mrs. Scuttle groaned. She looked at her watch. "Heavens to Betsy! It's 6:30! How am I ever going to get ready for my garden party tonight?" Mrs. Scuttle's grumpy face rose past Andrew like a balloon in the Thanksgiving Day Parade. meep… "What is big as elephant but weigh nothing?" asked Thudd. "Elephant shadow! Hee hee!"

“现在我头痛了！”斯卡特尔太太呻吟了一声。 她看了看表。“上帝保佑贝琪！”6点半!我怎么才能准备好今晚的游园会呢？”斯卡托太太那张脾气暴躁的脸像感恩节游行中的气球一样从安德鲁面前升起。 “什么东西像大象那么大，却没有重量？” “大象的影子!嘻嘻!”

"Oh no!" said Andrew. "You're still telling elephant jokes!" meep… "Still soggy!" said Thudd. "Got to get dry!" Bing! "The microwave!" said Mrs. Scuttle. She ran over to the microwave oven and flung it open. The door was spattered with orange cheese and red tomato! "I can't believe it!" she said. "I must have set it for ten minutes by accident! Another mess!" Mrs. Scuttle shook her head. "I should just go back to bed," she groaned. "But I've got to have something to eat. Maybe just a slice of toast with my tea. That's it! Hot buttered toast!"

“哦不！”安德鲁说。“你还在讲大象的笑话！” “得弄干！”必应(Bing) !“微波炉！”斯卡特尔太太说。 她跑到微波炉前，猛地把它打开。 门上溅满了橙色的奶酪和红色的西红柿！“我不敢相信！”她说。 “我一定是不小心把它调了十分钟！”另一个烂摊子!”斯卡特尔太太摇了摇头。 “我应该回去睡觉，”她呻吟着说。 “但我得吃点东西。 我喝茶的时候来片吐司吧。 这是它!热黄油吐司！”