13 THE LAST CHAPTER

CHAPTER 13 THE LAST CHAPTER Terry sighs. 'There,' he says, 'that's it.' 'I think you forgot something,' I say. 'What?' 'Jill!' I say. 'Oops,' says Terry. 'One Jill coming right up!'

第十三章最后一章特里叹了口气。 “好了，”他说，“就是这样。“我想你忘了什么东西，”我说。 “什么?“吉儿!”我说。“哎呀，”特里说。 “吉尔马上就来了！”

'How's that?' says Terry. 'Too tall,' I say. Terry draws her again. 'How about this?' he says. 'Too short.' 'What about this?' says Terry. 'Just right!' I say.

“这是怎么回事?特里说。“太高了，”我说。 特里又画了她。“这样怎么样？”他说。 “太短。“这个怎么样？”特里说。 “刚刚好!”我说。

Jill blushes. Terry giggles. I look around to see what's so funny. Terry has drawn love hearts just above my head. 'Terry!' I say. 'Cut it out.' 'Sorry, Andy,' says Terry, removing them with his laser-eraser. 'How's that?' 'Much better,' I say. 'Okay,' says Terry. 'Well, if you two lovebirds will excuse me, I'd better go and finish colouring in all the fish in the sea.' He runs off laughing. 'What's going on?' says Jill. 'All my animals disappeared… and then I disappeared!' 'Yeah, sorry about that,' I say. 'I'm afraid you and your animals got un-invented.'

吉尔脸红。特里咯咯地笑。 我环顾四周，想看看有什么这么好笑。 特里在我头顶上画了爱心。 “特里!”我说。“别说了。“对不起，安迪，”特里说着，用激光擦去了它们。 “这是怎么回事?“好多了，”我说。 “好吧，”特里说。“好了，如果你们这对小情侣不介意的话，我得去把海里所有的鱼都涂完了。”他笑着跑掉了。 “发生了什么事？”吉尔说。 “我所有的动物都不见了……然后我也不见了！”“是的，很抱歉，”我说。 “恐怕你和你的动物都过时了。”

'Un-invented?' says Jill. 'How?' 'Professor Stupido, the famous un-inventor, did it,' I explain. 'We asked him to un-invent our Once-upon- a-time machine but he ended up un-inventing the whole universe, including himself. Terry's only just finished drawing everything back again.' 'What about Silky?' says Jill. 'Is she all right?' I look around but I can't see her anywhere. 'I think Terry might have forgotten about Silky,' I say. Jill's eyes fill with tears.

“Un-invented ?吉尔说。“如何?“是斯图普多教授，那个著名的没有发明的人干的，”我解释说。 “我们让他重新发明我们的时光机，但他最终推翻了整个宇宙，包括他自己。” 特里刚刚把所有东西都画回来。“丝儿怎么样？”吉尔说。 “她没事吧？”我四处看了看，但哪儿也找不到她。 “我想特里可能忘了丝莉，”我说。 吉尔的眼里充满了泪水。

'Don't cry,' I say quickly. 'I'll fix it.' 'How?' says Jill. 'I'll draw you a new Silky.' 'I didn't think you could draw,' she says. 'Not as well as Terry, no, but how hard could it be to draw a flying cat?' I say. 'They're just a few circles, whiskers, wings and a tail.' I try to draw Silky as best as I can, but she doesn't come out quite right. In fact, she doesn't look like a flying cat at all. More like a mutant-lion kind of thing.

“别哭，”我赶紧说。 “我来修。“如何?吉尔说。 “我给你画一条新的丝绸。”“我没想到你会画画，”她说。 “没有特里画得好，不过画一只会飞的猫能有多难呢？”我说。 “它们只是几个圆圈、胡须、翅膀和一条尾巴。”我尽我所能把丝莉画得很好，但她画得不太好。 事实上，她看起来一点也不像一只会飞的猫。 更像是变异的狮子。

I'm trying to draw its ears on when it looks at me with its badly drawn eyes and starts growling. 'Andy!' cries Jill. 'What have you drawn?!' 'To tell you the truth,' I say, 'I'm not quite sure. Can you talk to it and try to calm it down?' 'I can't talk to it,' says Jill. 'It doesn't have any ears!' 'We'd better call Terry, then,' I say. 'HELP!' we both yell. 'TERRY! HELP! COME QUICKLY!'

我正试着把它的耳朵吸引过来，它却用它画得很难看的眼睛看着我，开始咆哮。 “安迪!吉尔叫道。“你画了什么？”“说实话，”我说，“我不太清楚。” 你能跟它谈谈，让它冷静下来吗？“我不能跟它说话。”吉尔说。 “它没有耳朵！”“那我们最好给特里打电话，”我说。 “帮助!我们俩都喊道。“特里!的帮助!快来!”