08 Goliath Glue

Goliath Glue Judy stared at her thrill-point chart. It was already the middle of July, and her chart looked Baresville. As in half naked. No frills. No thrills. She picked up a strawberry-scented smelly marker. "Ten points for riding the Scream Monster, Mouse. Minus five for blue throw-up and five for the prom dress equals—" Mouse meowed. "You're right, Mouse. A big fat doughnut." Judy was tracing and retracing a zero in the total points column when KA-BOOM— she heard a huge crash. She flew down the stairs and skidded to a stop just inside the living room. "What happened? Did the roof fall in or

朱迪盯着她的刺激点表。 当时已经是七月中旬了，她的海图看起来很糟糕。 就像半裸一样。没有装饰。 没有刺激。她拿起一支草莓味的臭马克笔。 “骑尖叫怪兽得十分，老鼠。 蓝色呕吐物减去五分，舞会礼服减去五分等于“老鼠喵喵叫” “你说得对，老鼠。一个又大又肥的甜甜圈。” 朱迪正在追着总分一栏的零分追着，突然她听到一声巨大的撞击声。 她飞快地跑下楼梯，在客厅里打滑停了下来。 “发生了什么事?屋顶塌下来了吗

something?" "I just dropped this." Aunt Opal held up a shiny garbage-can lid as if it was an Egyptian treasure. "I can't decide if this is a shield, a hat, or a chariot wheel." "Um, I hate to tell you, but I think it's the lid to the garbage." "Well, sure, but what is it really? I mean, what does it want to become?" "Maybe it wants to grow up and become a Dumpster." Judy cracked herself up. She went over to a giant trunk full of art supplies. "What's IN here, anyway?" "It's my traveling art studio," Opal told Judy. "With all my tools and supplies, I can make anything from mobiles to murals." "You're an artist?"

什么东西吗?”“我刚把这个掉了。” 奥珀尔姨妈举起一个闪闪发光的垃圾桶盖，仿佛那是一件埃及珍宝。 “我不知道这是盾牌、帽子还是车轮。” “嗯，我不想告诉你，但我认为这是垃圾的盖子。” “嗯，当然，但它到底是什么？” 我的意思是，它想变成什么？”“也许它想长大，变成一个垃圾箱。” 朱迪大笑起来。她走到一个装满美术用品的大箱子前。 “这里面到底有什么？”“这是我的旅行艺术工作室，”奥珀尔告诉朱迪。 “有了我所有的工具和用品，我可以制作从手机到壁画的任何东西。” “你是个艺术家？”

Opal chose a hunk of fabric, Goliath Glue, ribbons, and a hammer, and dropped them onto the couch beside the lid. "A guerrilla artist, actually." "Gorilla? As in monkey?" Opal shook her head. "As in secret. Under the radar. A guerrilla artist makes art out of everything and puts it everywhere." "Cool beans. But why?" Aunt Opal smiled. "It's fun. And creative. And daring. See, here's what I'm thinking...." Opal whispered to Judy. A big grin spread over Judy's face. For the next hour, Judy cut, glued, and painted paper insects. Aunt Opal hammered, twisted, shaped, and shined her garbage-can lid. "It's way cool making such a mess!" said

欧泊选了一大块布料、歌利亚胶、丝带和一把锤子，把它们扔在沙发的盖子旁边。 “实际上是一个游击艺术家。” “大猩猩?猴子？”奥珀尔摇了摇头。 “秘密的。在雷达下。 游击艺术家把一切都变成艺术，并把它放在任何地方。” “酷豆。但是为什么呢?”奥珀尔姨妈笑了。 “这很有趣。和创造性。和大胆。 看，这就是我的想法....” 奥珀尔小声对朱迪说。朱迪的脸上露出了灿烂的笑容。 在接下来的一个小时里，朱迪剪、粘、画纸虫。 奥珀尔阿姨敲打、扭曲、塑形、擦亮她的垃圾桶盖。 “弄得这么乱真是太酷了！

Judy. "That's what art is all about," said Opal. Judy swirled a huge glob of Goliath Glue onto the garbage lid with her hand, then stuck a butterfly, dragonfly, and her favorite insect, the northeast beach tiger beetle, onto the lid. "Ta-da!" Leaning on the table with one hand, she struck a pose, showing off her hat. Boing! Bugs sprang up and down on metal Slinkies. "Fantastic! I TOLD you it was a hat." Opal held up her own hat, which was decked out with pottery shards, ribbons, colored glass, and sparkly gems. "Now all we have to do is sneak over to the library and put these on the library lions. But it has to be late at night, after dark, so nobody sees."

朱迪。“这就是艺术的意义所在，”奥珀尔说。 朱迪用手在垃圾盖上旋了一大团歌利亚胶，然后在盖子上粘了一只蝴蝶、一只蜻蜓和她最喜欢的昆虫——东北海滩虎甲虫。 “哈哈!”她一只手靠在桌子上，摆了个姿势，炫耀她的帽子。 啵嘤!虫子在金属弹簧狗上跳来跳去。 “太棒了!我告诉过你那是顶帽子。” 欧泊举起了自己的帽子，帽子上装饰着陶器碎片、丝带、彩色玻璃和闪闪发光的宝石。 “现在我们要做的就是偷偷溜到图书馆，把这些东西戴在图书馆的狮子身上。 但必须是深夜，天黑以后，所以没人能看到。”

"That's ten thrill points, for sure!" Judy said. The door banged and Stink burst into the room, excited. "Guess what! Zeke gave me homework. I have to look for Bigfoot scat!" He proudly held up tongs, plastic bags, and a small shovel. "Are you sure he wasn't telling YOU to scat?" Judy joked. "Zeke says you have to sniff for a really bad smell, which I'm super good at by the way, and look for dark stuff that looks like potting soil on flat rocks. Then you poke it to see if it has any leaves or berries in it. Which is why you never leave home without—" Tingalinga, ding! Ding! Ding! "Ice-cream truck!" Stink dropped his stuff like a hot potato and zoomed out the door. Aunt Opal ran after him.

“那肯定是十个刺激点！”朱迪说。 门砰的一声关上了，臭臭激动地冲了进来。 “猜猜看!齐克给我布置了作业。 我得去找大脚怪！”他自豪地举起钳子、塑料袋和一把小铲子。 “你确定他不是叫你走开吗？”朱迪开玩笑说。 “齐克说你必须嗅出一种非常难闻的气味，顺便说一下，我非常擅长嗅出这种气味，并寻找看起来像在平坦岩石上盆栽土壤的深色东西。 然后你戳它看看里面有没有叶子或浆果。 这就是为什么你每次出门都要“叮叮叮，叮叮！”丁!丁!“冰淇淋卡车!”臭臭像烫手山芋一样扔下东西，嗖地飞出了门。 奥珀尔姨妈跟在他后面。

"Wait for me!" Judy started to run, but the whole table came with her. Help! Her hand was stuck fast to the table! She pulled. She pulled harder. "Hey! Somebody! My hand! It's stuck! I'M GOLIATH-GLUED TO THE TABLE!" Aunt Opal rushed back in. "What! You're kidding, right?" Judy tried again to pry her hand off, but all it did was lift the table. Opal dashed into the kitchen. "STINKER! BUY ME AN ICE CREAM!" Judy yelled out the front door. Opal came back with olive oil, mayo, and a spatula. "This is no time to make a sandwich," said Judy. "Trust me," said Opal. She poured olive oil and glopped mayonnaise all over Judy's hand.

“等等我！”朱迪开始跑，但整个桌子的人都跟着她跑了。 的帮助!她的手紧紧地粘在桌子上！她把。 她拉得更用力了。“嘿!有人!我的手!卡住了!我被粘在桌子上了！”奥珀尔姨妈冲了进来。 “什么!你在开玩笑吧？”朱迪又试着把她的手拉开，但她的手只是把桌子掀了起来。 欧泊冲进厨房。 “臭鬼!给我买个冰淇淋！”朱迪对着前门喊道。 奥珀尔带着橄榄油，蛋黄酱和铲子回来了。 “现在不是做三明治的时候，”朱迪说。 “相信我，”奥珀尔说。她把橄榄油和蛋黄酱倒在朱迪的手上。