7 The Big Brain Blockage

The Big Brain Blockage

脑大堵塞

"Hey, Andy," said Terry, "I've got this really great idea for a story but I can't think of the words or pictures to explain it. I think my brain is blocked. Can you take a look?" "Sure," I said. I shined a torch into Terry's right ear and peered deep inside his head. "What can you see?" said Terry. "Nothing," I said.

“嘿，安迪，”特里说，“我有一个很棒的故事构思，但我想不出文字或图片来解释它。 我想我的大脑阻塞了。 你能看一下吗？”“当然，”我说。 我用手电筒照着特里的右耳，凝视着他的脑袋深处。 “你看到了什么？”特里说。 “没什么，”我说。

"I'm not even sure you've got a brain! I can smell freshly baked cookies, though. Have you been been baking cookies in your ear by any chance?" "No," said Jill, appearing with a batch of freshly baked cookies. "But I have." "You've been baking cookies in Terry's ear?" I said. "No, in my oven," said Jill. "What's the matter with Terry?" "His brain is blocked," I said. "He's got a great idea for a story but he can't get it out. I think we're going to have to operate." "Yay!" said Jill. "I love operations. And as luck would have it, I just baked this batch of shrink-me- down cookies. If we eat a couple, we can make

“我甚至不确定你有没有脑子！”不过我能闻到刚烤好的饼干的味道。 你是不是在耳朵里烤饼干来着？”“没有。”吉尔说，拿着一批刚烤好的饼干出现了。 “但是我有。”“你一直在特里耳边烤饼干？”我说。 “不，在我的烤箱里。”吉尔说。 “特里怎么了？”“他的大脑堵塞了，”我说。 “他有一个很棒的故事，但他不能把它说出来。 我认为我们必须进行手术。” “耶！”吉尔说。“我喜欢操作。 幸运的是，我刚刚烤了这批缩小我的饼干。 如果我们吃几个，我们可以做

ourselves small enough to enter Terry's head and perform the operation right now." "Thanks, Jill," said Terry, reaching for a cookie. "Don't mind if I do!" "And I don't mind if you don't!" I said, slapping his hand away from the cookies. "You have to stay big while Jill and I get small—otherwise we won't be able to fit inside your head." "But I like cookies!" said Terry. "Don't worry," said Jill. "Once we have your brain unblocked, you can eat all the cookies you want and get as small as you like. In the meantime, we need you to lie down and go to sleep so it's safe for us to conduct our intracranial investigation."

我们足够小，可以进入特里的大脑，现在就给他做手术。” “谢谢你，吉尔。”特里说着伸手去拿一块饼干。 “别介意我这么做！”“你不喜欢我也不介意！”我说，把他的手从饼干上拍开。 “当吉尔和我变小的时候，你必须保持体型，否则我们就装不下你的脑袋了。” “但是我喜欢饼干！”特里说。 “别担心。”吉尔说。“一旦我们让你的大脑畅通，你就可以吃所有你想要的饼干，变得像你想要的那么小。 与此同时，我们需要你躺下睡觉，这样我们才能安全地进行颅内检查。”

"All right," said Terry, and he lay down and closed his eyes. "Are you asleep yet?" I said, after a few minutes. "No," said Terry. "I need a glass of warm milk. I always have a glass of warm milk before I go to sleep." So I got him a glass of warm milk and he drank it all down— but he didn't fall asleep. "I'm still awake," said Terry. "Can you sing me a lullaby?" "I don't know any," I said. "Just a song, then," said Terry. "Which one?" "How about my favorite song?" said Terry. "The theme to The Barky the Barking Dog Show."

“好吧，”特里说着，躺下闭上了眼睛。 “你睡着了吗？”几分钟后，我说。 “不，”特里说。“我需要一杯热牛奶。 我总是在睡觉前喝一杯热牛奶。” 于是我给他倒了一杯热牛奶，他把牛奶都喝光了——但他没有睡着。 “我还醒着，”特里说。 “你能给我唱首摇篮曲吗？”“我不知道，”我说。 “那就唱首歌吧，”特里说。 “哪一个?”“那我最喜欢的歌呢？”特里说。 “吠叫狗秀的主题”

"But that's the most boring song in the whole world," I said. "That's good," whispered Jill. "The more boring it is, the sooner he'll get to sleep and the sooner we can remove whatever's blocking his brain and the sooner he'll be able to tell you his story idea." Jill was right, of course, so I started to sing.

“但那是世界上最无聊的歌，”我说。 “很好。”吉尔小声说。 “故事越无聊，他就会越早入睡，我们就能越早清除他大脑中的障碍，他就能越早告诉你他的故事想法。” 当然，吉尔是对的，所以我开始唱歌。