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Chapter 15 Andrew Peckleman was in the motel game room. "For the last time, the stupid thing is broken," he told the blond boy from Utah, who was on the Mountain team. "How can it be broken? The motel manager said all these games are brand-new." "Well, maybe Mr. Lemoncello made a lemon." Andrew jiggled the control knobs on the console. He jabbed his thumb at the on/off button. Finally, he gave the pressboard box a swift kick. "See? It doesn't work. Play something else." "But I wanted to play Squirrel Squad Six."

第15章安德鲁·佩克曼在汽车旅馆的游戏室里。 “我再说最后一次，这蠢东西坏了，”他对山地队的一个来自犹他州的金发男孩说。 “怎么会坏呢?”旅馆经理说这些游戏都是全新的。” "也许莱蒙切罗先生做了柠檬" 安德鲁抖动着控制台的控制旋钮。 他用拇指戳开/关按钮。 最后，他猛地踢了一下纸板箱。 “看到了吗?这行不通。玩点别的吧。” “但我想玩松鼠六队。”

"And I wanted to be the first librarian on Mars. Ask me how that's working out. Now go play something else." The boy from Utah shuffled off to try Mr. Lemoncello's Disgracefully Destructive Elephant Stampede. The goal was to mash as much mall merchandise as you could with Melvin, the mischievous mastodon. "Andrew?" called his uncle from the motel's front office. "Yes, sir, Uncle Woody?" "Come here, please." Andrew stepped into the office. His uncle was at the back wall, fiddling with the combination lock on a large steel door. "I'll just be a minute." He slid a rolling wall panel in front of the steel door. When the panel clicked into place, the massive storage locker was completely hidden behind a seamless wall featuring a framed print of two bluebirds. Andrew's uncle pointed to a thirty-pound sack of birdseed sitting on the floor.

“我想成为火星上的第一位图书管理员。 问我这是怎么回事。 现在去玩点别的吧。” 这个来自犹他州的男孩慢吞吞地去尝试莱蒙塞罗先生的“可耻的大象踩踏”。 他们的目标是把尽可能多的商场商品和调皮的乳齿象梅尔文(Melvin)混在一起。 “安德鲁?”他叔叔从汽车旅馆的前台喊道。 “什么事，先生，胡迪叔叔?”“请到这儿来。” 安德鲁走进办公室。 他的叔叔正站在后墙上摆弄着一扇大钢门上的密码锁。 “我马上就来。”他在钢门前滑动一块滚动的墙板。 当面板点击到位时，巨大的储物柜完全隐藏在无缝墙后面，墙上有两个蓝鸟的框架版画。 安德鲁的叔叔指着地板上一袋30磅重的鸟食。

"I need you to refill feeders six and seven." "Yes, sir." "And check the batteries in the spinners." "Yes, sir." Each of Uncle Woody's bird feeders had a weight-activated spinner that turned it into a whirling merry-go-round the instant a squirrel set foot on it. "I need to go chat with a few of our guests." "About what?" asked Andrew. "Never you mind. Go take care of the bird feeders." "Yes, sir." Lugging the seed bag over his shoulder, Andrew went out the side door to the swimming pool and patio area. Since it was only the first day of spring, the pool was still covered with a tarp, but the stainless steel gas grills on the concrete slab surrounding it had been shined and buffed. Cooks from a catering company would use them for the opening

“我需要你给6号和7号喂食器加满水。” “是的,先生。”“检查一下转轮里的电池。” “是的,先生。”伍迪叔叔的每个喂鸟器都有一个重量驱动的旋转器，一旦有松鼠踩上去，它就会变成旋转的旋转木马。 “我得去和几个客人聊聊天。” “关于什么?”安德鲁问。 “没关系。去照顾那些喂鸟人吧。” “是的,先生。”安德鲁把种子袋扛在肩上，从侧门走到游泳池和天井区。 因为这是春天的第一天，游泳池还盖着一块防水布，但周围混凝土板上的不锈钢燃气烤架已经擦亮了。 一家餐饮公司的厨师将在开幕式上使用它们

ceremonies celebration. Hamburgers, hot dogs, and s'mores were on the menu. The outdoor fire pit—an elevated ring of rocks surrounded by lawn chairs—was stone cold. It would not be lit at any time during the Library Olympic Games because Mr. Lemoncello hated bonfires. "Throughout history," he explained in the Library Olympics welcome packet, "too many books have been burned by people who didn't like what was written inside them." There would also be no flaming Olympic torch, just a giant, ten-foot-tall flashlight to celebrate the joy of reading under the covers. It was mounted on the back of a flatbed truck and would swing through the sky after Mr. Lemoncello switched it on, just like one of those swiveling spotlights at the grand opening of a used-car dealership. Andrew unscrewed a cap on bird feeder number six and hoisted the bag of seed. "Why does this hotel have so many bird feeders?" asked someone behind him. Andrew whirled around.

庆祝仪式。菜单上有汉堡包、热狗和巧克力夹心饼干。 室外的火坑——由草坪椅围成的一圈高架岩石——冰冷如石。 在图书馆奥林匹克运动会期间，它不会在任何时候点燃，因为莱蒙塞罗先生讨厌篝火。 “纵观历史，”他在图书馆奥运会的欢迎包中解释说，“有太多的书被不喜欢里面写的东西的人烧掉了。” 也不会有燃烧的奥运火炬，只有一个10英尺高的巨型手电筒，用来庆祝躲在被窝里读书的快乐。 它被安装在一辆平板卡车的后面，莱蒙塞罗打开开关后，它就会在天空中摇摆，就像一家二手车经销店盛大开业典礼上那些旋转的聚光灯一样。 安德鲁拧开6号喂鸟器的盖子，举起那袋种子。 “为什么这家酒店有这么多喂鸟人?”他身后有人问。 安德鲁转过身来。

It was the tall girl from Michigan. Marjory Muldauer. Andrew adjusted his glasses. "Excuse me?" "What's up with all the bird feeders?" Andrew shrugged. "Uncle Woody likes birds." "Probably because he looks like a bird." Andrew snorted a laugh. "I know. He does!" "I'm trying to find some coffee," said Marjory, her hands propped on her hips. Her face was scrunched up like she'd just smelled sour milk. "I need to read two more books tonight." "Well," said Andrew, "if you really want some 641.3373, follow me." Marjory gave him a look. "That's the Dewey decimal number for coffee." "Yes. The beverage. Coffee the agricultural product would be 633.73." "And," said Marjory, "coffeehouses would be 647.95. Eating and drinking establishments." "Yep."

是密歇根来的高个女孩。 玛乔丽Muldauer。安德鲁调整了一下眼镜。 “对不起?”“喂鸟人是怎么回事?”安德鲁耸耸肩。 “胡迪叔叔喜欢鸟。” “可能是因为他长得像只鸟吧。” 安德鲁哼了一声笑。“我知道。 他做的!”“我想找点咖啡。”马乔里双手叉腰说。 她的脸皱成一团，好像刚闻到了酸牛奶似的。 “今晚我需要再读两本书。” “好吧，”安德鲁说，“如果你真的想要一些，就跟我来。” 玛乔丽看了他一眼。“那是咖啡的杜威十进制数。” “是的。的饮料。咖啡是农产品，价格是633.73。” “还有，”玛乔丽说，“去咖啡馆要花647.95美元。 饮食场所。” “是的。”

"You know a lot about the Dewey decimal system for a motel employee." "Oh, this is just a part-time job. My name is Andrew. Andrew Peckleman." "You were one of the losers, weren't you? In the escape game." Andrew hung his head in shame. "Yes. But ask me if I care." "Okay," said Marjory. "Do you care?" "No. Not anymore." "Well, that monstrosity that Mr. Lemoncello constructed isn't really a library, Andrew. It's an indoor amusement park." "Have you seen it?" Andrew asked. "Not yet. But I've seen pictures. They should close it down and turn it into a Chuck E. Cheese's —after, of course, I win my college scholarship from loony old Lemoncello." Andrew smiled. Because Marjory Muldauer was a kindred spirit.

“作为一个汽车旅馆的雇员，你对杜威十进制很了解。” “哦，这只是一份兼职工作。 我叫安德鲁。安德鲁Peckleman。” “你是失败者之一，不是吗?” 在逃跑游戏中。”安德鲁羞愧地低下了头。 “是的。但问我是否在乎。” “好吧，”玛乔丽说。“你在乎吗?”“没有。 不了。”“好吧，莱蒙切罗先生建造的那个怪物并不是真正的图书馆，安德鲁。 这是一个室内游乐园。” “你看到了吗?”安德鲁问道。 “还没有。但我看过照片。 他们应该关闭它，把它变成查克·E。 奶酪店——当然是在我从疯老头莱蒙切罗那里赢得大学奖学金之后。” 安德鲁笑了。因为玛乔丽·穆尔道尔和我志趣相投。