2 The Smellatorium

THE SMELLATORIUM

的SMELLATORIUM

On Monday after school, Webster asked Stink, "So what's your plan?" "Plan? What plan?" "The super-smelly plan that's going to make us ninety-nine gazillion dollars. So we can both buy the book? So we can go to the Midnight Zombie Walk?" "Don't have one." "But you said..." "I just said that to mess with my sister." "We need a not-fake plan," said Webster. "Let's think," said Stink. "Two brains are better than one." He slurped a brain-shaped sucker. Webster munched Zombie Zitz and Candy Scabs. Ding! "I know," said Stink. "Let's have a blowout yard sale and sell all our old stuff. Like

星期一放学后，韦伯斯特问臭臭：“那你有什么计划？”“计划? 什么计划?”“这个超级臭的计划会让我们赚到九千九百亿美元。 这样我们就都能买这本书了？ 这样我们就可以去参加午夜僵尸游行了？”“没有。” “可是你说过……”“我这么说只是为了捉弄我妹妹。” 韦伯斯特说：“我们需要一个真正的计划。 “让我们想想，”臭臭说。 “三个臭皮匠胜过一个诸葛亮。” 他吸了一口脑形吸盘。 韦伯斯特嚼着僵尸滋滋和糖果痂。 丁!“我知道，”臭臭说。 “我们来个大甩卖，把我们所有的旧东西都卖掉吧。” 就像

action figures we don't play with anymore." "Yeah! We can sell dinosaurs, cowboys, Mr. Spud Head, Debbie Dump Truck, my old Handy Andy, and Buzz Lightspeed. Too preschool." "Deal," said Stink.*** Webster ran home to raid his closet. He came back with a big box. In the box was one old marble, a toy lizard without a tail, and a plastic egg. "That's it?" asked Stink. "This is so not going to make us rich." "Giving away stuff is harder than I thought," said Webster. "Tell me about it," said Stink. He pointed to the small pile on his bed. One Poky Little Puppy, a broken light saber, and a Red Robot pencil sharpener. "Actually, I think I want to keep the pencil sharpener," said Stink.

我们不再玩公仔了。” “是啊!我们可以卖恐龙，牛仔，土豆头先生，黛比自卸卡车，我的老手巧安迪，还有巴斯光速。 太幼儿园。”“成交。”臭臭说。韦伯斯特跑回家去翻他的衣橱。 他拿着一个大盒子回来了。 盒子里有一个旧弹珠，一个没有尾巴的玩具蜥蜴和一个塑料蛋。 “就这样？”臭臭问。“这不会让我们变得富有。” 韦伯斯特说：“赠送东西比我想象的要难。 “告诉我吧，”臭臭说。 他指着床上的那一小堆。 一只小狗，一把破光剑，还有一个红色机器人卷笔刀。 “实际上，我想我还是留着这个卷笔刀吧，”臭臭说。

"Forget it," said Webster. "Judy's right. This plan stinks." "The stinkiest." Stink sharpened pencils with his Red Robot. Pencil shavings littered the floor. They looked like moth wings. He picked them up and sniffed. They smelled good, like trees.

“算了吧，”韦伯斯特说。 “朱迪是对的。这个计划糟透了。” “臭”。臭臭用他的红色机器人削铅笔。 铅笔屑散落在地板上。 它们看起来像飞蛾的翅膀。 他把它们捡起来闻了闻。 它们闻起来很香，像树一样。

"Wait a second," said Stink. "Maybe I do have a stinky plan after all." "What is it?" "We sell smells," said Stink. "Shells?" "No, smells! We get a paper cup, right? We put smelly stuff in the cup. Then we charge fifty cents for people to smell it." "What people?" Stink shrugged. "Any people." "But who's going to give us money just to smell stuff?" "You'll see. People love to smell stuff." "People don't love to smell skunks." "But we can sell good smells, like... berries and dirt and stuff. No skunks. And no corpse flowers." "Who will pay us to smell dirt?" "Riley Rottenberger. She likes anything rotten." "Riley Rottenberger would pay to smell putrid rotten burgers," said Webster.***

“等一下，”臭臭说。 “也许我确实有一个糟糕的计划。” “什么事？”“我们卖气味。”臭臭说。 “炮弹?”“不,气味!我们有一个纸杯，对吧？ 我们把有味道的东西放进杯子里。 然后我们收50美分让人们闻一下。” “什么人?”臭耸耸肩。 “任何的人。”“但谁会给我们钱，就为了闻一下东西呢？”“你会看到的。 人们喜欢闻东西。” “人们不喜欢闻臭鼬的味道。” “但我们可以出售好的气味，比如…… 浆果和泥土之类的东西。 没有臭鼬。没有尸体花。” “谁会付钱让我们闻泥土的味道？””莱利乔纳森蛾。 她喜欢任何腐烂的东西。” 韦伯斯特说：“莱利·罗滕伯格愿意付钱去闻腐烂的汉堡。

Stink set up a table in the yard and lined up his smell cups. Candy cane, pinecone, cinnamon, fruit gum, dirt, and dish soap. "Dish soap?" asked Webster. "What? It smells good. Like lemons." Also pencil shavings and eraser crumbs. Stink made a sign. 50￠ A SMELL. He set a fancy dish on the table. He put one dollar in the dish. "The secret to selling stuff is you put some of your own money out. People see it, and they'll pay money to smell stuff, too. Plus the fancy dish makes it look like a real store. Trust me." "Fifty cents a sniff!" yelled Webster. "Two for a dollar!" Stink called to anybody who came down the street. Mrs. Ling, the neighbor. Jack Frost, the mailman. But they all said, "No, thanks."

臭臭在院子里摆了一张桌子，把他的嗅杯摆了一排。 甘蔗糖、松果、肉桂、果胶、泥土和洗洁精。 “洗碗皂？”韦伯斯特问。 “什么?闻起来好香。喜欢柠檬。” 还有铅笔屑和橡皮屑。 臭臭做了个记号。50美分一股。 他在桌上摆了一盘精美的菜。 他在盘子里放了一美元。 “卖东西的秘诀是你拿出一些自己的钱。 人们看到了，也会花钱去闻。 加上这道菜让它看起来像个真正的商店。 相信我。”韦伯斯特喊道：“50美分一嗅！” “一块钱两个！”臭臭向街上走过来的人打招呼。 邻居凌太太。邮差杰克·弗罗斯特。 但他们都说：“不，谢谢。”