10. Destructo-Feet

Chapter 10 Destructo-Feet "Roscoe," my dad said when I got home, "where are your Walkie-Talkies? And whose gigantic shoes are those?" "They're Gus's," I explained. "He really, really wants a pair of Walkie-Talkies. We're switching for a day." "How can Gus's feet possibly fit in your shoes?" my mom asked. "Toe smushing," I explained. Mom and Dad gave each other a kids-are-crazy look. All that evening and Saturday morning, I wore Gus's shoes. I wore them to the playground. I wore them climbing up to my tree house in the backyard. I wore them while I played basketball with Max. And you know what?

“罗斯科，”我回到家后，爸爸对我说，“你的对讲机呢? 这双大鞋子是谁的?”“它们是格斯的。”我解释道。 “他真的、真的想要一副对讲机。 我们要换一天。” “格斯的脚怎么可能钻进你的鞋子呢?”我妈妈问。 “踩脚趾，”我解释说。 爸爸妈妈面面相觑，好像孩子们都疯了似的。 那天晚上和星期六早上，我都穿着格斯的鞋子。 我穿着它们去操场。 我穿着它们爬上后院的树屋。 我和麦克斯打篮球的时候穿的。 你知道吗?

Those Ruff and Tuffs got dirty and dusty and dinged up. But they definitely were not interested in dying anytime soon. Clearly, I had to get serious. I ran my fastest. I jumped my highest. I kicked the hardest rocks I could find. But those shoes were still almost as good as new. By Saturday afternoon, it looked like I was going to have to tell Gus that I'd failed. "Here," I said when he came over to play. "Take your Ruff and Tuffs back. Turns out they can't be killed. I tried everything." Gus examined one of his sneakers. "Amazing," he muttered. "That ad is actually true!" "I've never seen sneakers like this," I said. "I can't understand it. I did all the things I usually do with my shoes." Suddenly another one of my great ideas popped into my brain. "Hey," I said with a grin, "maybe we need to try some unusual things." Gus grinned back. "Like what?" he asked.

那些拉夫和塔夫们又脏又满是灰尘。 但他们绝对不想很快死去。 显然，我必须认真起来。 我跑得最快。我跳得最高。 我踢了我能找到的最硬的石头。 但那双鞋仍然几乎和新的一样好。 到了星期六下午，我似乎要告诉格斯我失败了。 “给你，”他过来玩的时候我说。 “把你的拉夫帽和塔夫帽拿回去。 事实证明它们不会被杀死。 我什么都试过了。”格斯检查了他的一只运动鞋。 “太神奇了。”他喃喃地说。“那个广告是真的!”“我从来没见过这样的运动鞋，”我说。 “我不明白。我做了我平时用鞋子做的所有事情。” 突然，我又想到了一个好主意。 “嘿，”我笑着说，“也许我们需要尝试一些不寻常的东西。” 格斯也咧嘴一笑。“比如什么?”他问。

"Follow me," I said. I led Gus to the garage and opened my Junior Handyman toolbox. "Hammer, anyone?" I asked. Gus chose a blue plastic hammer. I chose a nice yellow pair of pliers. "Race you," I said. Gus hammered his right Ruff and Tuff as hard as he could. I squeezed and poked his left Ruff and Tuff as hard as I could. "Boys?" my mom called from the driveway. "What are you up to in there?"

“跟我来。”我说。我把格斯带到车库，打开了我的小杂工工具箱。 “锤,有人知道吗?”我问。 格斯选择了一把蓝色的塑料锤子。 我选了一把漂亮的黄色钳子。 “和你比赛，”我说。格斯用尽全力捶打他右边的拉夫和塔夫。 我尽我所能地捏戳他左边的拉芙和凝芙。 “孩子们?”妈妈在车道上喊道。 “你在里面干什么?”

"We're just making something, Mom," I yelled back. "Unmaking something is more like it," Gus whispered. "Well, don't make a mess," Mom called. After five more minutes of hammering and pliering, we checked our work. Gus shook his head. "These are like Godzilla shoes. They're indestructible." "Nothing's indestructible, Gus," I said. "Take it from Mr. Destructo-feet." "What else can we do to them?" Gus asked. "Scissors?" I suggested. "Too obvious," Gus said. "Garbage disposal?" "Too dangerous," Gus said. "Toilet flushing?" I said. Gus made a face. "Too risky." I threw one of the Ruff and Tuffs at the garage wall. It bounced right back to me. Good as new. "Face it, Roscoe," Gus said. "The shoes beat us, fair and square."

“我们只是在做点东西，妈妈。”我喊道。 “更应该说是毁灭。”格斯小声说。 “好吧，别弄得一团糟，”妈妈叫道。 又锤了五分钟，我们检查了一下工作。 格斯摇了摇头。“这就像哥斯拉的鞋子。 他们坚不可摧的。”“没有什么是坚不可摧的，格斯，”我说。 “听毁灭先生的话吧。” “我们还能对他们做什么?”格斯问道。 “剪刀?”我建议。“太明显了。”格斯说。 “垃圾处理?”“太危险了。”格斯说。 “冲厕所吗?”我说。 格斯做了个鬼脸。“风险太大。” 我往车库墙上扔了一根拉夫和塔夫斯。 它直接弹到了我身上。 像新的一样。“面对现实吧，罗斯科，”格斯说。 “鞋子光明正大地打败了我们。”