Chapter 8

Chapter 8 My phone rang. "Flytrap Detective Agency," I said. "Do you have a THRILLING mystery for me to solve?" "Could I speak to Mr. Claptrap?" said a rude voice. It was President Horse G. Horse again. "My name is Inspector Fly-TRAP!" "Oh yeah. Whatever. Listen, pal, I have a national emergency here."

我的电话响了。“捕蝇蝇侦探事务所，”我说。 “你有什么惊心动魄的谜团要我解开吗？”“我能和克拉普先生说话吗？”一个粗鲁的声音说。 又是马·g·马总统。 “我是捕蝇器探长！”“噢,是的。 无论什么。听着，伙计，我这里有国家紧急情况。”

"Sorry, I solve mysteries, not national emergencies." "Your country needs you!" "Well," I said, "maybe if it's a THRILLING national emergency. Is it a THRILLING national emergency?" "Yes." "You're sure?" I asked. "I've been fooled before by people who think they have a THRILLING national

“抱歉，我解决的是神秘案件，不是国家紧急事件” “你的国家需要你！”“嗯，”我说，“如果这是一场惊心动魄的国家紧急事件，也许可以。 这是一场惊心动魄的国家紧急事件吗？”“是的。” “你确定吗?”我问。“我以前也被一些人骗过，他们认为自己的全国杯赛很精彩

emergency, and then it turns out to be something like a pesky fly buzzing around." "Yes, I'm sure." "Okay, what is the THRILLING national emergency?" "There's a pesky fly buzzing around." "I'm sorry, Mr. President, that is a tasty snack, not a thrilling national emergency. Goodbye." I hung up.

很紧急，然后就变成了一只讨厌的苍蝇在飞来飞去。” “是的，我确定。”“好吧，什么是惊心动魄的国家紧急事件？”“有一只讨厌的苍蝇在附近嗡嗡叫。” “对不起，总统先生，这是一种美味的小吃，不是令人兴奋的国家紧急情况。 再见。”我挂了电话。