Chapter 4

Chapter Four The whole walk back to town, our heads are spinning. I mean, not really spinning—that would be weird because human heads are not designed to spin. In fact, a spinning head is probably fata... Unless you're a zombie. Oh man, zombie heads can spin. One time I whacked one with my hockey stick, and—

在走回镇子的路上，我们的头都晕了。 我的意思是，不是真的旋转——那就很奇怪了，因为人类的头不是用来旋转的。 事实上，一个旋转的头可能是fata… 除非你是僵尸。天啊，僵尸的头还能转呢。 有一次我用曲棍球棒打了一只，然后

SPIN, SPIN SPIN. So maybe not technically spinning, but yeah— we are confused. We just got whooped. Whooped by a human! A human who speaks the language of .e...c.! A human who stole my Louisville Slicer! I'm lost in a general sort of "feeling sorry for myself" vibe—which is not a Jack Sullivan–type

旋转，旋转，旋转。所以也许不是技术上的旋转，但是是的，我们很困惑。 我们刚刚被打晕了。被人喊的！一个会说……语言的人……一个人类偷了我的路易斯维尔切片机！我沉浸在一种普遍的“为自己感到难过”的氛围中——这不是杰克·沙利文式的

feeling. I never feel sorry for myself. The worse things get, the more gung-ho positive I am. That's like my trademark! Well, actually, the Louisville Slicer is my trademark. And... CRUD, SHE STOLE IT THE HUMAN STOLE MY TRADEMARK! I mean, what's Luke Skywalker without his lightsaber? Just a farm boy with a whiny streak. Or what's Katniss without her bow and arrow? She's probably the first tribute to bite the big one, that's what. We're coming into Wakefield Town Square—the place where me, my human buddies, and the good- dude monsters live in awesome harmony. Monster City! And in Monster City I see worried monster faces. "Aww," I say. "That's nice. They're sad for me 'cause I don't have my bat." "Jack, they have no idea you lost your bat," June says. "Didn't lose," I say. "Stolen."

的感觉。我从不为自己感到难过。 事情越糟，我就越乐观。 那是我的商标！事实上，路易斯维尔切片机是我的商标。 和…Crud，她偷了那个人类偷了我的商标！没了光剑的卢克·天行者算什么？ 只是个爱发牢骚的农场男孩。 没有弓箭的凯特尼斯算什么？ 她可能是第一个咬大鱼的贡品，就是这样。 我们来到了韦克菲尔德镇广场，在这里，我、我的人类伙伴和善良的怪物们和谐地生活在一起。 怪物城市!在怪兽城，我看到了焦虑的怪物脸。 “啊，”我说。“那很好。 他们为我难过，因为我没带球棒。” “杰克，他们不知道你丢了你的蝙蝠，”琼说。 “没输。”我说。“偷了。”

June sighs. "You know what I mean...." "Um, no—actually I don't know what you mean. Retainers are lost. Phone chargers are lost. This is GRAND THEFT!" June groans. "OK, fine, Jack, whatever. Bottom line: the reason the monsters are bummed is just because now they're extra afraid of the snow." June's right. I see it on their faces. Fear. THE WINTER HURT THE HUMANS. THE SNOW PUMMELED THEM. WAKE ME WHEN THIS NIGHTMARE HAS PASSED.

6月叹了口气。“你知道我的意思....” “嗯，不，实际上我不明白你的意思。 牙套丢失了。手机充电器丢了。 这是侠盗猎车手！”6月叹息。 “好吧，好吧，杰克，随你便。 最重要的是：怪物们感到沮丧的原因只是因为他们现在特别害怕雪。” 6月是对的。我从他们的脸上看出来了。 恐惧。冬天伤害了人类。 大雪袭击了他们。噩梦过去后叫醒我。

"No, no—the winter didn't hurt us. It was a bad human and a giant monster!" I shout. I catch sight of Bardle. He's the first monster friend we got to know well. And he's eyeing me like he knows something is up. He beckons to us from the doorway of his home base, Joe's Pizza. Moments later, we're inside, sitting in an old grease-stained booth. Bardle's across from me... Bardle pours me a cold grape soda, and I knock it back it one big swig. I was going to deliver a very

“不，不，冬天没有伤害我们。 那是一个坏人和一个巨大的怪物！”我喊。 我看见了巴德尔。他是我们认识的第一个怪物朋友。 他盯着我，好像知道发生了什么事。 他在他的大本营Joe’s Pizza的门口向我们招手。 不一会儿，我们就进去了，坐在一个沾满油污的旧隔间里。 巴德尔就在我对面…… 巴德尔给我倒了一杯冷葡萄汽水，我一饮而尽。 我本来是要发表一篇非常

serious, dramatic speech—but I start talking, my friends get excited, and it just comes out... We saw a human. She was writing a big, monstrous type monster and the human stole my Louisville slicer. More importantly, Bartle-she spoke the words of rezac, the language that bad dudes speak. Bardle's face freezes. "A human spoke that language? Are you certain?" I nod. "What did she say?" Bardle asks. "I must know the words!"

严肃、戏剧性的演讲——但我一开口，我的朋友们就兴奋起来，然后就脱口而出…… 我们看到了一个人。她在写一个又大又怪的怪物那个人偷走了我的路易斯维尔切片机。 更重要的是，巴特尔说的是瑞扎克的话，这是坏人说的语言。 巴德尔的脸僵住了。“人类会说那种语言吗？” 你确定吗？”我点头。“她说什么？”Bardle问道。 “我一定要知道歌词！”