Chapter 5

chapter five NINETEEN MINUTES LATER... I raided the wardrobe truck, new helmet, double helmets. This one fits right on top of my everyday zombie chatterblocking helmet. Dirk proudly taps his newly acquired armor. "See, this helmet is cooler looking than my everyday helmet." "I built your everyday helmet!" Quint exclaims. "Exactly," Dirk says, grinning.

第五章十九分钟后…… 我搜了衣橱车，新头盔，双头盔。 这个正好适合我每天戴的防僵尸喋喋不休的头盔。 德克自豪地轻拍着他新买的盔甲。 “看，这个头盔比我平常戴的头盔酷多了。” “我做了你日常使用的头盔！”昆特惊呼道。 “没错，”德克笑着说。

"Wait, Quint, I almost forgot!" Dirk suddenly says. "If we're going questing, we need epic gear. So I snagged something for you, too..." And then, with a sudden whoosh, Dirk reveals— wizard. He-cloak. You dig it, right? Yeah, you do. Quint eyes the velvety fabric and plastic gems sewn into the collar. He wants to wear it—it's the actual one from Hero Quest! But... "No," Quint says quietly. "I can't wear that. Even if it's only a costume, I haven't earned it." Dirk frowns. "Dude, are you—"

“等等，昆特，我差点忘了！”德克突然说。 “如果我们要去探险，我们需要史诗般的装备。 所以我也给你抓了一样东西……” 然后，随着一声突然的呼呼声，德克出现了——巫师。 He-cloak。你懂的，对吧？ 是的，你有。古色古香的眼睛天鹅绒般的面料和塑料宝石缝进衣领。 他想戴它——这是《英雄任务》里的真品！但是… “不，”昆特平静地说。“我不能穿那个。 即使这只是一件戏服，我也没有赢得它。” 德克皱眉。“老兄，你是不是——”

HONK! HONK! Dirk's interrupted by Kimmy, in the Jeep, laying on the horn. "Guys! Over here! Can you see me? I'm the one in the Jeep, honking! Oh good. You're looking at me. Let's goooooo!" "I will happily saddle up," Quint says, climbing up into the carapace. He needs to dive into the book, ASAP—and reading while walking inevitably ends with walking into a stop sign. "Then I'll be hoofin' it," Dirk says. "Wanna stay as far away from Quint's conjuring as possible." Quint glances back. All of Fleeghaven has gathered to watch their departure. He sees monsters sitting on storefront porches, leaning over rooftops, and perched on wooden barrels. And on their faces—faint glimmers of hope. This entire town has placed their faith in us. In me, Quint thinks. I really hope they're not all making a horrible mistake.

嘎!嘎!德克被基米打断了，他在吉普车里按喇叭。 “男人!在这里!你能看见我吗？ 我是那个在吉普车里按喇叭的人！哦好。 你在看着我。让我们goooooo !”“我很乐意骑上马鞍，”昆特说着，爬上了甲壳。 他需要尽快投入到书中，而边走边读不可避免地会撞上一个停车标志。 德克说：“那我就去踢它。” “我想离昆特的魔法越远越好” 昆特回头看了一眼。弗利根港的所有人都聚集在一起观看他们的离去。 他看到怪物坐在店面的门廊上，俯身在屋顶上，栖息在木桶上。 在他们的脸上，闪烁着微弱的希望。 整个镇的人都信任我们。 昆特认为，在我身上。我真的希望他们不会犯一个可怕的错误。

Der, you ready for some fun? Oh, then let's hit it. Commencing, hitting it onward, Carol. And with that, this odd band of humans and monsters sets off, traveling down Fleeghaven's long main street, then out into the strange, wild wasteland beyond. Their hero quest has begun... MANY MINUTES LATER...

黛，准备好找点乐子了吗？ 哦，那我们开始吧。开始，继续前进，卡罗尔。 说完，这群奇怪的人类和怪物就出发了，沿着弗利格海文长长的主街走下去，然后进入远处奇怪的、荒凉的荒地。 他们的英雄之旅开始了…… 几分钟后……

funky book. There's a spell on there that's going to slay the Drakkor. That's the idea. Something like that. Yes, Nito books are the best. amtrlte? As Quint flips the pages, he begins to feel nervous again. The book is jammed full of diagrams and drawings, but he can't read the instructions alongside them. Learning how to become a conjurer with this book is not gonna be easy, Quint thinks. It's like trying to assemble a Lego Death Star when I only have the instructions for a Lego microwave. "What's a Lego microwave?" Kimmy asks. Quint glances up, confused. "How did you—?"

时髦的书。那里有一个咒语可以杀死德拉寇。 这就是我的想法。差不多就是这样。 是的，日东的书是最好的。 amtrlte吗?当昆特翻动书页时，他又开始感到紧张。 书里全是图表和图纸，但他看不懂旁边的说明。 昆特认为，通过这本书学习如何成为一名魔术师并不容易。 这就像我只有乐高微波炉的说明书却要组装一个乐高死星。 “乐高微波炉是什么？”吉米问。 昆特抬头看了看，很困惑。 “你是怎么——？”

"Do I need to get 'brain poker' tattooed on my forehead?" Kimmy asks. "Ooh, I should!" Quint feels frustration mounting—and the increasingly loud yowling from the Wrangler's stereo isn't helping. "Uh, Kimmy!" he calls, straining to be heard. "The music?" "That's Pete!!" she shouts back. "He's a star, dude. The tunes are actually the sound of food moving through his digestive tract!" Quint's about to ask who Pete is and why he sounds like talons on a chalkboard, but then he sees: the Wrangler has no actual stereo. Instead, a tiny cricket-looking monster sits on the dash, wearing a bottle cap as a hat. A headphone cord is plugged into his belly. "Might it be at all possible to lower, uh... Pete?" Quint asks. "This volume doesn't quite lend itself to studying." Kimmy's ears twirl slowly, like she's rolling her eyes. "You guys are such olds." Dirk glances up. "Olds? How old are you?" "Only four hundred nineteen," Kimmy says. "Which is roughly sixteen in human years." "Well, ha," Dirk says. "We're still younger." "You don't seem younger," Kimmy says. Still, she gives Quint the break that he requested. "Pete, take five."

“我需要在额头上纹上‘扑克大脑’吗？”吉米问。 “哦，我应该！”昆特感到越来越沮丧，而牧马人的音响里越来越大的吼声也无济于事。 “呃，吉米！”他叫道，努力让别人听见。 “音乐吗?”“那是皮特！！”她喊道。 “他是个明星，伙计。这些曲调实际上是食物通过他消化道的声音！”昆特正要问皮特是谁，为什么他的声音听起来像爪子在黑板上敲打，但他看到：牧马人没有真正的立体声。 取而代之的是一个看起来像蟋蟀的小怪物坐在仪表板上，戴着一个瓶盖当帽子。 他的肚子里插着一根耳机线。 “有没有可能降低，呃…… 皮特?”五度音问道。“这本书不太适合研究。” 吉米的耳朵慢慢地转动着，就像她在翻白眼一样。 “你们都这么老了。”德克抬起头来。 “岁?你多大了？”“只有四百十九，”吉米说。 “相当于人类的16岁。” “嗯，哈，”德克说。“我们还年轻。” “你看起来一点也不年轻，”吉米说。 不过，她还是按昆特的要求给了他休息的机会。 “皮特，休息五分钟。”