11 I Scream You Scream

Chapter 11 I SCREAM. YOU SCREAM. The windows of the Mister Softee truck, where kids would ordinarily be standing in line to buy ice cream, were covered. It appeared to be dark outside, which seemed odd because it was the middle of the day. Suddenly, the Mister Softee theme song began to play. "What are we doing in here?" Pep asked. "How should I know?" Coke replied. "I'll tell you what you're doing in here," a voice said from the front of the truck. A chubby guy came out from the driver's seat. He was wearing a white Mister Softee uniform, complete with the paper hat. When he pulled off the hat, his bright red hair could be seen. "Archie Clone!" Coke shouted. "No!" Pep yelled. "Not him!"

第11章我尖叫。你尖叫。 “软先生”卡车的窗户上，孩子们通常会在那里排队买冰淇淋，现在被盖上了。 外面似乎很黑，这似乎很奇怪，因为现在是中午。 突然，Softee先生的主题曲开始播放。 “我们在这里做什么？”Pep问道。 “我怎么知道？”可口可乐答道。 “我来告诉你你在这里做什么，”一个声音从卡车前面传来。 一个胖乎乎的家伙从驾驶座上走了出来。 他穿着一件柔软先生的白色制服，戴着一顶纸帽子。 当他摘下帽子时，可以看到他鲜红的头发。 “阿奇克隆!”可口可乐喊道。 “不!”Pep喊道。“不是他!”

"Well, well, well," Archie Clone said, a smile on his face. "We meet again." Coke struggled to pull his arms loose from the ropes, but there was no way to get them out. "That was pretty clever, the way you used that Cheesehead to escape from my french fry simulator," Archie Clone continued. "What do you want from us now?" Coke barked. "The same thing I wanted from you last time," Archie Clone replied. "Your lives." "You'll never get away with this," Pep told him, struggling to free her hands from the ropes. "Our parents are right outside." "Parents!" Archie Clone said, with a snort. "Your parents think you're outside having a wholesome, carefree, and perfectly safe afternoon, Pep. It wouldn't occur to them in a million years that an amusement park is the perfect place to commit murder. I mean, think about it. A simple loose screw on a roller coaster. A sharp blade positioned at neck level for just a moment in a thrill ride. A real monster in the haunted house. It would be so easy!

“好吧，好吧，好吧。”阿奇·克隆说，脸上挂着微笑。 “我们又见面了。”可口可乐挣扎着把他的手臂从绳子上拉下来，但是没有办法把它们抽出来。 “你用Cheesehead从我的炸薯条模拟器里逃出来，真是太聪明了，”阿奇·克隆继续说道。 “你现在想从我们这里得到什么？”可口可乐吠叫。 “和上次我想从你这里得到的一样。”阿奇·克隆回答。 “你的生命。”“你永远逃不掉的，”佩普告诉他，挣扎着从绳子上挣脱双手。 “我们的父母就在外面。” “父母!”阿奇·克隆哼了一声说。 “你父母以为你在外面享受一个健康、无忧无虑、安全的下午呢，佩普。 他们绝不会想到游乐园是谋杀的完美场所。 我是说，想想看。过山车上一个简单的松螺钉。 在惊险刺激的旅程中，一把锋利的刀片可以在脖子上停留片刻。 鬼屋里有个真正的怪物。 这太容易了！

And nobody would ever know. There are frequently 'accidents' at amusement parks, if you know what I mean." "If it's so easy, why didn't you do one of those things?" Coke asked. "Oh, fatal roller coaster accidents are so cliché," Archie Clone said. "I prefer to do things my own way, Coke. This is how I express my creativity. Some people paint. Others make music or films. I'm a magician. Ha, ha! I make kids disappear. It's my art." The twins could hardly believe what they were hearing. If Archie Clone hadn't proven his insanity at their first meeting, he was proving it now. It was possible that he might be even crazier than Dr. Warsaw was. "Tell me something," he said. "You kids like ice cream, don't you?" "Why do you care?" Pep shouted defiantly. "Pep, I wish you wouldn't be so angry with me all the time," Archie Clone said soothingly. "I just want to give you some ice cream. I thought we were

没有人会知道。 游乐园里经常发生‘事故’，如果你明白我的意思的话。” “如果这么简单，你为什么不做这些事呢？”可口可乐问道。 “哦，致命的过山车事故太老套了，”阿奇·克隆说。 “我更喜欢按自己的方式做事，可口可乐。 这就是我表达创造力的方式。 有些人画画。其他人则制作音乐或电影。 我是魔术师。哈哈!我让孩子们消失。 这是我的艺术。”这对双胞胎简直不敢相信他们所听到的。 如果说阿奇·克隆在他们第一次见面时没有证明他疯了，那么他现在正在证明。 有可能他甚至比布朗博士还要疯狂。 华沙。“告诉我，”他说。 “你们这些孩子喜欢吃冰淇淋，是吗？”“你为什么这么关心？”佩普挑衅地喊道。 “佩普，我希望你不要总是生我的气。”阿奇·克隆安慰地说。 “我只是想给你一些冰淇淋。 我以为我们是

friends." "Over my dead body!" she shouted back. "Precisely!" Coke looked around for a weapon, a tool, anything he could use to get out of this situation. He wished he had his backpack, which was in the RV. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, as his hands were tied tightly behind his back. Suddenly, Coke remembered that he had one thing in his possession—the Pez dispenser in his back pocket. He struggled to wriggle his right hand around until he could reach it. The Pez dispenser wasn't exactly a knife, but when he flipped the head up, it did have a semi-sharp edge. He began rubbing it against the rope behind his back. "What are you doing here?" Coke said, just to keep Archie Clone talking while he worked on the rope. "Why are you bothering us again?" "I already told you," Archie Clone said. "The last living Genius Filer gets a million dollars when they turn twenty-one years old. And I intend to be that last person. Every time one of us dies, it's more

朋友。”“除非我死了！”她喊道。 “正是!”科克四处寻找武器，工具，任何他可以用来摆脱这种局面的东西。 他希望他的背包在房车里。 不管怎样，这都无关紧要，因为他的手被紧紧地绑在背后。 突然，可口可乐想起他身上还有一样东西——后面口袋里的Pez糖果盒。 他挣扎着扭动右手，直到够到它。 Pez糖果盒并不是一把真正的刀，但当他把糖果盒的头向上翻转时，它确实有半锋利的边缘。 他开始在背后的绳子上摩擦它。 “你在这儿干什么？”可口可乐说，只是为了让克隆阿奇在绳子上干活时继续说话。 “你为什么又来烦我们？”“我已经告诉过你了。”克隆阿奇说。 “最后一位在世的天才报税员在21岁时将得到100万美元。 我想成为最后一个人。 我们每死一个人，就会有更多

money in my pocket. Don't take it personally. You understand, I'm just looking after my long-term financial future." Archie Clone flipped a switch, and two large glass cylinders slowly lifted up from the floor of the truck where Coke and Pep were sitting, surrounding them. It was like they were sitting inside two enormous test tubes. "Enough talk," Archie Clone said. "You kids are pretty cool. And you're going to get a lot cooler." "What is this?" Coke demanded as the glass cylinder reached the level of his neck and locked into place. He was sawing at the rope behind his back with the Pez dispenser but didn't know if it was actually cutting anything. "Do you kids know what hypothermia is?" Archie Clone asked. "It's when your body loses heat faster than it can produce it," Coke replied. "Very good! No wonder you were chosen for The Genius Files," Archie Clone said. He pulled the handle down on a machine. Soft,

我口袋里的钱。不要往心里去。 你明白，我只是在考虑我的长期财务前景。” 阿奇·克隆拧了一下开关，两个大玻璃圆筒从卡车的地板上慢慢升起，可乐和佩普就放在那里。 他们就像坐在两个巨大的试管里。 “别说了。”阿奇·克隆说。 “你们这些孩子真酷。 你会变得更酷。” “这是什么？”可乐问道，这时玻璃瓶已经到了他脖子的高度，锁在了合适的位置。 他正在用Pez糖果盒锯他背后的绳子，但不知道它是否真的在切东西。 “你们知道体温过低是什么吗？”克隆阿奇问。 科克回答说：“当你的身体失去热量的速度比产生热量的速度快时，就会出现这种情况。” “很好!难怪你被选为《天才档案》的作者。”阿奇·克隆说。 他把机器的把手拉下来。 软,

yellowish ice cream squeezed out of two tubes hanging from the roof of the truck above the glass cylinders. The ice cream dropped down, splattered against Coke and Pep's heads, and then slid down their faces. Coke stuck out his tongue and tasted it. Vanilla. "Owwww!" Pep yelled as the ice cream trickled down her back. "That's cold!" "Very!" Archie Clone said. "But you ain't seen nothin' yet, sister!" He flipped another switch, and dollops of chocolate ice cream poured down on the twins' heads. "You're crazy!" Pep shouted. Archie Clone ignored her. "You see," he said, "when the human body is exposed to extreme cold, it can't replenish the heat that's being lost. You get hypothermia. I love the sound of that word. Don't you? Hy-po-ther-mia. Sounds like the name of a Greek god." Thick globs of chocolate and vanilla ice cream kept squeezing out of spouts over the twins' heads.

黄色的冰淇淋从悬挂在车顶玻璃圆筒上方的两个管子里挤出来。 冰淇淋掉了下来，溅在可口可乐和佩普的头上，然后滑到他们的脸上。 可乐伸出他的舌头，尝了尝。 香草。“扯!”佩普喊道，冰淇淋顺着她的背流下来。 “那很冷!”“很!”阿奇克隆说。 “可是你还什么都没看见呢，妹妹！”他拨动了另一个开关，一大团巧克力冰淇淋倒在双胞胎的头上。 “你疯了!”Pep喊道。 阿奇·克隆没有理她。“你看，”他说，“当人体暴露在极冷的环境中时，它无法补充失去的热量。 你会体温过低。我喜欢这个词的发音。 你不?Hy-po-ther-mia。 听起来像一个希腊神的名字。” 厚厚的巧克力和香草冰淇淋不停地从双胞胎头上的喷嘴里挤出来。