Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1 "COME ON, FRANKY!" SAID VAMPYRA. "We're missing all the fun!" "It sounds like a howling good time!" said Wolfy. "One more bolt to tighten," said Franky. "There! Now my windup monster is all ready for the village's first ever Monster Mash competition!" The villagers had been so thankful for the Junior Monster Scouts helping them before, that the mayor insisted the Junior Monster Scouts join them for the village's birthday celebration. To show the Junior Monster Scouts that the villagers were no longer afraid of the monsters (it had all been a big

第一章“加油，弗兰克！”VAMPYRA说。 “我们错过了所有的乐趣！”“听起来像一个嚎叫的好时光！”狼说。 “还有一个螺栓要拧紧，”弗兰基说。 “有!现在我的发条怪物已经准备好参加村里的第一次怪物捣碎大赛了！”村民们非常感谢初级怪物童子军之前对他们的帮助，镇长坚持让初级怪物童子军和他们一起参加村庄的生日庆祝活动。 为了让少年怪物童子军们知道村民们不再害怕怪物了（这是一场大的恶作剧）

misunderstanding), the mayor declared a special contest: a Monster Mash competition. Whoever created the coolest, the craziest, the most wonderful windup monster would win the first place ribbon and a hand-carved cuckoo clock, made by none other than the mayor himself! Franky set his wrench down and stepped back. His windup mechanical monster hopped up and down, clapping its claws and waving its tentacles. "That looks great, Franky!" said Wolfy.

于是，市长宣布了一场特殊的比赛：怪兽泥大赛。 谁能创造出最酷，最疯狂，最奇妙的发条怪物谁就能赢得第一名的奖丝带和一个手工雕刻的布谷鸟钟，由市长亲自制作！弗兰克放下扳手，向后退了一步。 他的发条机械怪物跳上跳下，拍着爪子，挥舞着触角。 “太棒了，弗兰克！”

"First place ribbon, here I come," said Franky. "That cuckoo clock will look great in my room!" "Ribbon, schmibbon," said Vampyra. "Party, here I come!" "I can smell the popcorn from all the way up here!" said Wolfy. "Smell it all you want," said Franky. "I plan on tasting it! Oh, sweet butter, delicious salt..." He closed his eyes and spun in a circle. "Not if I get there first and eat it all!" teased Vampyra. She flipped her cape around herself and turned into a bat. Vampyra, Wolfy, and Franky flew, ran, and charged down the road away from Dracula's Castle, hooting, hollering, and howling. They were going to a party tonight, and they were very excited. Parties are very fun. And birthday parties are even more fun. Only, this birthday party

“第一名，丝带，我来了，”弗兰克说。 “那个布谷鸟钟放在我房间里会很好看的！”“缎带，宝贝。”万皮拉说。 “派对，我来了！”“我在这儿都能闻到爆米花的味道！”狼说。 “你想闻就闻吧，”弗兰基说。 “我打算尝尝！”哦，甜黄油，美味的盐……” 他闭上眼睛，转了个圈。 “除非我先到那儿，把它全吃了！” 她把斗篷披在身上，变成了一只蝙蝠。 吸血鬼、狼和弗兰克飞着、跑着、冲着离开了德古拉的城堡，叫着、叫着、嚎叫着。 他们今晚要去参加一个聚会，他们非常兴奋。 聚会很有趣。生日派对就更有趣了。 只有这个生日派对

was not for just one person.... It was for the entire village! The village was one hundred fifty years old today, and they were having a great big birthday party. One hundred fifty is a lot of years, and so there was a lot of celebrating. Do you know who was not celebrating? Do you know who did not like the pop, pop, POP of the popcorn machine? Or the bright lights strung from the tents and buildings? Or the marching band? Or the merry-go-round? Or the sugary scent of fresh birthday cake? That's right... Baron Von Grump. He did not like any of those things. "Caw! Caw!" And neither did Edgar, his pet crow. Baron Von Grump folded his arms. He scrunched his big, black, bushy eyebrows. He glared out his window from the top of the rickety Old Windmill.

不是为了一个人.... 是为了全村的人！今天是这个村庄的150岁生日，他们正在举行一个盛大的生日聚会。 150年是很长的一年，所以有很多庆祝活动。 你知道谁没有庆祝吗？ 你知道谁不喜欢爆米花机发出的啪啦啪啦啪啦的声音吗？ 还是帐篷和建筑物上悬挂的明亮灯光？ 或者军乐队？或者旋转木马？ 或是新鲜生日蛋糕的甜味？ 这是正确的…男爵·冯·格伦普。 这些东西他都不喜欢。 “乌鸦叫!乌鸦叫!”他的宠物乌鸦埃德加也不知道。 冯·格朗普男爵交叉着双臂。 他皱起又大又黑又浓密的眉毛。 他站在摇摇晃晃的老风车顶上向窗外怒目而视。

"Merry-go-round," he muttered. "There's nothing merry about it!" He picked up his violin and set the bow to the strings, but when he tried to play, the popcorn POPPED! He tried again. Pop-pop-POP! Then the music of the merry-go-round spun round and round, right in through his window. He marched to the other side of the room, took a deep breath, set the bow to the strings, and... Pop-pop-POP! Merry-go-round music. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM and trumpets trumpeting, horns blaring as the marching band marched through the village. "Noise, noise, noise, NOISE!" he bellowed. A long, high-pitched whistling sounded outside his window, and before he could close the shutters, a single firecracker landed inside his room.

“旋转木马。”他喃喃地说。 “这一点也不好玩！”他拿起小提琴，把琴弓对准琴弦，但当他想演奏时，爆米花爆了！他又试了一次。 Pop-pop-POP !然后旋转木马的音乐声转啊转，正好从他的窗户里射进来。 他大步走到房间的另一边，深吸一口气，拉好琴弓，然后…… Pop-pop-POP !旋转木马音乐。 隆隆，隆隆，喇叭声响起，军乐队列队穿过村庄。 “噪音，噪音，噪音，噪音！”他吼道。 窗外响起了长长的、尖锐的口哨声，他还没来得及关上百叶窗，一个爆竹就落进了他的房间。