5 Frankenslime

OOZING WITH FEAR! FRANKENSLIME

充满恐惧！FRANKENSLIME

Stink could not sleep three winks. Not two winks. Not one wink. It was the Glob all over again. Ever since the Cheese Sneeze Incident of 1500 hours, Mr. McGoo had been acting strange. Mr. McGoo was trying to take over the globe. The world! Stink tried to sleep, but he kept thinking he felt something slippery and slimy crawling up his leg, his arm, wrapping around his throat. He tried

臭臭三眼都睡不着。 不眨眼。一点也不眨眼。 那是环球球事件的重演。 自从1500小时的奶酪喷嚏事件后，麦高先生的行为一直很奇怪。 麦古先生想要接管全球。 世界!臭臭想睡觉，但他总觉得有什么又滑又黏的东西爬上了他的腿，爬上了他的胳膊，缠住了他的喉咙。 他试着

counting sheep, but all he could see behind his eyelids were globs. Slimy, slime-mold globs. What if his pet had turned into Frankenslime? A freak. A monster! Stink grabbed his shark sleeping bag by its teeth. He tiptoed out and shut the door to his room behind him. He hightailed it over to Judy's room. Judy was stretched out on her top bunk, folding gum wrappers to add to her gum-wrapper chain. "Can I camp out in here tonight?" Stink asked Judy. "Is it the Glob?" Judy asked. Stink nodded. "You can have the bottom bunk," she said. Stink frowned. "It's too close to the ground. Slime mold could climb right up and slime me in my sleep." "I thought Mr. McGoo was your pet," said Judy. "He is. Was. Until Rotten Riley went and sneezed radioactive disodium electric orange cheese dust on him and he morphed into... Frankenslime." Stink checked under the bottom bunk. "There's already something green and blobby under the bed!"

数着羊，但他眼皮后面只能看到一坨。 黏糊糊的，黏糊糊的霉菌。如果他的宠物变成了弗兰肯斯莱呢？ 一个怪胎。一个怪物!臭牙咬住了他的鲨鱼睡袋。 他蹑手蹑脚地走了出去，随手关上了房门。 他飞快地跑到朱迪的房间。 朱迪躺在她的上铺上，把口香糖包装纸折叠起来，加到她的口香糖包装链上。 “我今晚能在这里露营吗？”朱蒂问。 “是环球报吗？”朱迪问。 臭点了点头。“你可以睡下铺，”她说。 臭皱起了眉头。“它离地面太近了。 黏液霉菌可以在我睡觉的时候爬上来黏液我。” “我还以为麦高先生是你的宠物呢，”朱迪说。 “他是。是什么。直到烂莱利把放射性二钠电橙奶酪粉打了个喷嚏，他就变成了…… Frankenslime。”下铺底下有臭气。 “床底下已经有一个绿色的斑点状的东西了！”

"That's just my finger-knitting ball. I used glow-in-the-dark yarn." "Okay." Stink climbed onto the bottom bunk and slipped into his sleeping bag for protection. Judy turned off the overhead light but flicked on her flashlight pen so she could read. Stink tried to close his eyes, but they blinked open in the shadowy dark. "Do you hear something?" he asked. "Nope. But I'd like to hear you snoring. Go to sleep, Stink." "But what if that is the homework-eating sound of Frankenslime? He could be eating my math problems right now." "That was just me, turning the pages of my book."

“那只是我的手指编织球。 我用的是夜光纱。” “好吧。”臭臭爬上下铺，钻进睡袋里保护自己。 朱迪关掉了顶灯，但打开了她的手电筒笔，以便阅读。 臭臭想闭上眼睛，但在阴暗的黑暗中，它们眨着眼睛睁开了。 “你听到什么声音了吗？” “不。但我想听听你的鼾声。 睡觉吧，臭臭。”“但如果这是弗兰肯斯粘液吃作业的声音呢？” 他现在可能正在吃我的数学题呢。” “那只是我在翻看我的书。”

"What if that sound is Frankenslime munching on my smelly sneakers?" "Trust me, Stink. Nobody would be brave enough to go near those. Not even a Glob monster." "What if that sound is the munch and crunch of Frankenslime devouring my race-car bed right this very minute? Then when he's done, he comes after me—" "That was just me, chewing gum." "Oh." "It's eleven o'clock," Judy teased. "Do you know where your slime mold is?" "Not funny. Frankenslime could ooze right across the hall and under your door and..." Stink hopped out of bed. "Stink! Where are you going?" Judy asked. He padded down the hall to the bathroom, shining his flashlight left and right into every dark corner. His heart thumped out of his chest as he passed his room. He tore off the lid of the hamper, grabbed a T-shirt, and raced back to Judy's room.

“如果那声音是弗兰肯粘液在啃我的臭球鞋呢？”“相信我，臭臭。 没有人会有足够的勇气去接近那些。 连个Glob怪物都没有。”“如果那个声音是弗兰肯斯粘液正在吞噬我的赛车床的咀嚼声呢？” 等他吃完了，他就来找我——”“刚才是我在嚼口香糖。” “哦。”“十一点了，”朱迪开玩笑说。 “你知道你的黏液霉菌在哪里吗？”“不好玩。 弗兰肯黏液可能会渗过大厅，钻到你的门缝下面，然后……” 臭臭跳下床。“臭!你要去哪儿？”朱迪问。 他蹑手蹑脚地穿过大厅来到浴室，用手电把每一个黑暗的角落照个遍。 当他经过自己的房间时，他的心砰砰直跳。 他撕开篮子的盖子，抓起一件t恤，跑回朱迪的房间。

"Stink? What are you wearing?" "Dad's T-shirt," said Stink. "You risked your life so you could wear a sweaty old T-shirt that says 'Minnesota Is for Loons'? You must be loony tunes, Stink." "Don't you get it? This will disguise my smell. Frankenslime won't know it's me. He'll think it's Dad and leave me alone." Stink got back into bed. "Hey, why not spray on some of Mom's perfume, too, while you're at it?" "Good idea," said Stink.

“臭?你穿的是什么？”“爸爸的t恤，”臭臭说。 “你冒着生命危险，就为了穿一件汗津津的旧t恤，上面写着‘明尼苏达是懒人的地方’？” 臭臭，你一定是疯了。” “你还不明白吗？”这能掩盖我的气味。 弗兰肯斯莱姆不会知道是我。 他会以为是爸爸，让我一个人呆着。” 臭臭又回到床上。“嘿，你干嘛不顺便喷点妈妈的香水呢？”“好主意，”臭臭说。