3 Here Comes Trouble

CHAPTER THREE HERE COMES TROUBLE 17 degreesfahrenheit "WHAT'S YOUR THIRD idea?" Rosie asked. "Do you remember my Halloween costume last year?" Rosie and I both nodded. Simon had been a muscleman in a big rubber inflatable suit. It was super fun watching him bounce into trees and mailboxes and stuff without getting hurt. "We should all get muscleman suits," he said quickly. His voice got louder, his words came out faster, and he sort of bounced up and down as he talked.

第三章麻烦来了华氏17度“你的第三个主意是什么？”罗西问道。 “你还记得我去年万圣节的服装吗？”罗茜和我都点了点头。 西蒙是一个穿着橡胶充气服的肌肉男。 看着他蹦蹦跳跳地撞到树、邮箱之类的东西上而不受伤，真是太有趣了。 “我们都应该穿上肌肉男装，”他很快地说。 他的声音越来越大，说话的速度也越来越快，说话的时候他的身体上下跳动。

"We'll inflate the costumes with hair dryers. They trap the hot air inside. I got pretty warm when I was trick-or-treating—

“我们会用吹风机给服装充气。 它们把热空气困在里面。 我玩“不给糖就捣蛋”的时候感觉很暖和

and that was a really cold night." Mr. Willow finished writing the schedule. He stood in front of his desk waiting for everyone to get quiet. Rosie and I noticed. Simon did not. "We keep the hair dryers going all the way to school," Simon said, continuing with his idea. "It will be totally warm. I mean, we might be sweating by the time we get here! I bet we could wear shorts inside the muscleman suits!" Mr. Willow clicked his tongue behind his teeth. Everybody got quiet—except Simon.

那真是一个寒冷的夜晚。” 威罗先生写完了日程表。 他站在书桌前等着大家安静下来。 罗茜和我注意到了。西蒙没有。 “我们让吹风机在去学校的路上一直开着，”西蒙说，继续他的想法。 “天气会非常暖和。我是说，我们到这儿的时候可能已经汗流浃背了！我打赌我们可以在肌肉男服里穿短裤！”威罗先生把舌头放在牙后咔哒一声。 大家都安静下来了——除了西蒙。

Rosie and I nodded toward the front of class. But Simon misunderstood us. "I'm glad you both like my idea!" Simon said. Then he just did what he always does—he kept talking. "We have to keep the hair dryers going and it's almost a mile to school. So we'll need lots of extension cords. We'll plug them into each other—like Christmas lights!" Rosie wanted to tell Simon his idea was crazy— you can't drag electrical cords through snow and slush. We wanted to tell him everybody else was quiet. And class was starting. And Mr. Willow was staring at him. But we weren't allowed to talk. Only Mr. Willow could talk.

罗茜和我朝教室前面点了点头。 但是西蒙误解了我们。 “我很高兴你们都喜欢我的主意！”西蒙说。 然后他一如既往地说个不停。 “我们必须让吹风机一直开着，而且到学校差不多有一英里远。 所以我们需要很多延长线。 我们要把它们互相插在一起，就像圣诞彩灯一样！”罗茜想告诉西蒙他的想法太疯狂了——你不能把电线拖过雪地和雪泥。 我们想告诉他其他人都很安静。 上课了。威罗先生正盯着他看。 但我们不能说话。 只有威罗先生能说话。

"Simon!" Mr. Willow said loudly. "Ee-ack!" Simon squealed and jumped in his seat. His chair jerked backward. Lots of people laughed. It wasn't mean. They just saw Simon being Simon. "Yes?! Yes, Mr. Willow?" "Why are you talking about Christmas lights?"

“西蒙!”威罗先生大声说。 “Ee-ack !”西蒙尖叫着从座位上跳了起来。 他的椅子猛地往后一拉。 很多人都笑了。这并不刻薄。 他们只是看到了真正的西蒙。 “是吗? !什么事，威罗先生？”“你为什么要谈论圣诞彩灯？”

"You heard that?" "We all heard it," Mr. Willow said. He sighed and shook his head. "The classes at the end of the hall heard it." "Sorry," Simon said. "I was jus—" "I don't need to know," Mr. Willow said and raised his hand toward Simon. "I'd rather get our day going. Before we get started, does anyone have questions about what we worked on yesterday?" Rosie shot her left hand up in the air. "Yes, Rosie?" Mr. Willow said and smiled. He didn't like Simon talking when he shouldn't. But he did like it when Rosie had a good, smart question.

“你听到了吗？”“我们都听到了，”威洛说。 他叹了口气，摇了摇头。 “大厅那头的同学都听到了。” “对不起，”西蒙说。“我只是——”“我不需要知道，”威罗先生说着举起手来指着西蒙。 “我宁愿继续我们的一天。 在我们开始之前，有人对我们昨天的工作有什么问题吗？”罗茜把左手举到空中。 “是的,罗西?”威罗先生笑着说。 他不喜欢西蒙在不该说话的时候说话。 但他确实喜欢罗西提出的聪明的好问题。