9. Welcome to the Dirty Clothes Basket

Chapter 9 Welcome to the Dirty Clothes Basket All day long my tummy felt throw-uppy. Like it does when we go on a family trip. And there are twisty roads. I hardly ever actually throw up. But I make the other people in the car pretty nervous. When Max and me got off the bus, Mom was in the yard with Hazel. "How was school, Max?" Mom asked. "Okay," he said.

第九章欢迎来到脏衣服篮子一整天我的肚子都想吐。 就像我们去家庭旅行一样。 还有弯弯曲曲的道路。 我几乎从不吐。 但我让车里的其他人都很紧张。 麦克斯和我下车的时候，妈妈和海柔尔在院子里。 “在学校怎么样，麦克斯?”母亲问。 “好吧，”他说。

"How was school, Roscoe?" Mom asked. "Okay," I said. "What did you do today?" Mom asked. "Nothing," Max said. "I did nothing too, Mommy," said Hazel, who just goes to preschool half a day. "What did you do, Roscoe?" asked Mom. "Nothing," I said. Because that's what you always say. Except secretly I was thinking, Nothing, unless you count bear-napping. Which is what I did during lunch when no one was looking. I had grabbed that old bear out of Wyatt's backpack and stuck him into mine. I took off my backpack. I'd left the zipper open halfway.

“学校怎么样，罗斯科?”母亲问。 “好吧，”我说。“你今天做了什么?”母亲问。 “没什么，”马克斯说。“妈妈，我也什么都没做，”黑兹尔说，她只上了半天学前班。 “你做了什么，罗斯科?”妈妈问。 “没什么，”我说。因为你总是这么说。 但私下里我在想，什么都没有，除非你算上熊的午睡。 午餐时没人注意的时候我就这么做了。 我从怀亚特的背包里抓起那只老熊，塞进了我的背包里。 我脱下背包。我把拉链开了一半。

One little black eye was staring at me. One little black, mad, sad eye. Just then, I remembered about the party. "Ms. Diz is making us have a stuffed animal party the day after tomorrow. So we can see that animals aren't just for loser babies," I said. "Maybe you could bring Geraldo," Mom said. "I thought about that," I said. "But if Hamilton can't come, then I'm not bringing anybody else. If he found out, it would hurt his feelings." I took my backpack to my room.

一只小黑眼睛盯着我。 一只黑色的、疯狂的、悲伤的小眼睛。 就在那时，我想起了聚会。 “迪兹女士要我们后天办一个毛绒玩具派对。 所以我们可以看到，动物不只是给失败的婴儿准备的，”我说。 “也许你可以带上杰拉尔多，”妈妈说。 “我想过这个，”我说。 “但如果汉密尔顿不能来，那我就不会带其他人来。 如果他发现了，会伤害他的感情的。” 我把背包拿回我的房间。

Bobo looked all squished. Plus he had some peanut butter on his right paw. "I'm really sorry about this, Bobo," I said. "It's only for a little while." I sat on my bed. Bobo leaned on my pillow. He was not smiling at all. He looked sort of down in the dumps. "See, your owner took my pig," I said to Bobo. "At least, I'm pretty sure he did. And so if I take you, then Wyatt will see how I feel and then he'll give Hamilton back and then I'll give you back." I tucked Bobo under the covers. All of a sudden I thought of Mom tucking me in. She would see Bobo. And she would ask me where he came from.

波波看起来都被压扁了。而且他的右爪上还有花生酱。 “我真的很抱歉，波波，”我说。 “只是一段时间。” 我坐在床上。波波靠在我的枕头上。 他根本没有笑。 他看起来有点垂头丧气。 “看，你的主人拿走了我的猪，”我对波波说。 “至少，我很肯定他是这么做的。 所以如果我带你去，怀亚特就会明白我的感受，然后他就会把汉密尔顿还给我，然后我就把你还给我。” 我把波波塞进被子里。 突然间，我想起了妈妈给我盖被子的情景。 她会去看波波。她会问我他从哪里来。

"Roscoe," she would say, "I don't believe I've met this guy." I would have to admit I was a bear-napper. And I was almost positive for sure that Mom would not approve. I pulled Bobo out of bed. I searched around my room for a good hiding place. I put Bobo in my dirty clothes basket. All kinds of things like to hide in there. Right under my very muddy jeans. Hazel and I were playing dinosaur digger-upper that day. Bobo peeked one sad eye out from under my jeans. Plus his one ear.

“罗斯科，”她会说，“我不相信我见过这个人。” 我得承认我是个熊午睡者。 我几乎可以肯定妈妈不会同意。 我把波波从床上拉了起来。我在房间里找了个藏身之处。 我把波波放在我的脏衣服篮子里。 各种各样的东西都喜欢藏在里面。 就在我沾满泥巴的牛仔裤下面。 那天我和黑兹尔在玩恐龙挖掘游戏。 波波从我的牛仔裤下面露出一只悲伤的眼睛。 加上他的一只耳朵。

He was lonely. I could tell. It was hard to figure how he could miss that mean old Wyatt. I got my armadillo, Geraldo. He was napping under my bed. "Bobo," I said, "allow me to introduce Geraldo." I tucked Geraldo in next to Bobo. I closed my closet door. At least Bobo would have some company tonight. Unlike me and Wyatt.

他很孤独。我看得出来。 很难想象他怎么会想念那个刻薄的老怀亚特。 我有犰狳，杰拉尔多。 他在我床底下打盹。 “波波，”我说，“请允许我介绍杰拉尔多。” 我把杰拉多塞在波波旁边。 我关上了壁橱的门。至少今晚波波会有人作伴。 不像我和怀亚特。