Chapter 11

11 It's Raining Pigeons 'What are you doing?!' the Human Men shouted, horrified. 'Reginald Grimster is going to make pigeon nuggets.' 'You can't mince a pigeon in here!' the bald Man bellowed. 'What's wrong with you, Shoulder Poo?!' Reginald Grimster's eyes narrowed. 'Reginald Grimster has come to make pigeon nuggets, and Reginald Grimster WILL MAKE pigeon nuggets.' He pressed the huge red button.

天在下鸽子雨你在做什么？人类惊恐地喊道。 雷金纳德·格里姆斯特要做鸽子鸡块。“你不能在这儿把鸽子剁碎！”秃头男人吼道。 “你怎么了，肩膀便便？！”雷金纳德·格里姆斯特眯起了眼睛。 “雷金纳德·格里姆斯特是来做鸽子鸡块的，雷金纳德·格里姆斯特会做鸽子鸡块的。”他按下了那个巨大的红色按钮。

Dave screamed as the Pigeon Nugget Maker whirred into life. A plunger started to move up and down inside as the blades at the base of the machine began to slice faster and faster. 'Skipper, help me!' Dave shrieked. 'I'm coming!' I squawked down. I pecked at the foam tile as hard as I could, but it was too thick. I scraped with my claws and stabbed at the floor beneath me, trying to get into the room. The bald Man sprang out of his seat and clambered across the desk, grabbing for the machine. 'Oh no you don't!' 'Your Medal of the Brave, Dave!' I screamed down. 'Throw your medal!' Dave flung the shiny bottle top off his

戴夫尖叫着，鸽子块制造机嗡嗡作响地启动了。 当机器底部的刀片开始越来越快地切割时，一个柱塞开始在里面上下移动。 “船长，帮帮我！”戴夫尖叫起来。 “我来了!”我大声叫着。 我用尽全力去啄泡沫瓷砖，但它太厚了。 我用我的爪子刮，在我脚下的地板上刺，试图进入房间。 秃头男人从座位上跳起来，爬过桌子，抓住那台机器。 “哦，不，你不知道！”“你的英勇勋章，戴夫！”我尖叫着下去。 “把你的奖牌扔了！”戴夫把闪亮的瓶盖从他的瓶子上扔了下来

chest. Time seemed to slow as we both watched the medal tumble through the air towards the open top of the machine. It hit the rim and bounced across to the other side before circling like a gobstopper on a basketball hoop. For a moment, the medal stood still. And then it fell in. The Pigeon Nugget Maker started to shake as the bald Man and Reginald Grimster, still grasping Dave tight, battled for it. The whirring and the chomping grew louder and louder. Smoke spilled out of the top as the machine was rammed back and forth between the fighting Humans. Dave was squashed against the machine, bashing at Reginald Grimster, trying to

胸部。时间似乎过得很慢，我们都看着奖牌从空中滚向机器打开的顶部。 它击中了篮筐，弹回到另一边，然后像篮筐上的挡板一样盘旋。 那一刻，奖牌静止不动。 然后它掉进去了。当秃头男人和雷金纳德·格里姆斯特仍然紧紧抓住戴夫，争夺鸽子块时，鸽子块制造商开始颤抖。 呼呼声和咀嚼声越来越大。 当机器在交战的人类之间来回碰撞时，烟雾从顶部溢出。 戴夫被压在机器上，猛击雷金纳德·格里姆斯特，试图

scratch and claw himself free from the Human's grip. The blades stopped suddenly as the contraption jerked to a halt- and the smell of molten metal poured out of the Nugget Maker. Reginald Grimster pushed the bald Man away as he hugged his beloved machine and let out a cry. Dave stumbled to an empty space on the desk as Reginald Grimster started to fiddle with the levers and dials. Crack. 'What's that cracking sound?' I squawked, trying to get a better view of Dave. Pigeons shoved forwards, pushing against me as we all tried to peer out of the tiny hole.

从人类的手中挣脱出来。 随着这个精巧的装置猛地停住，刀片突然停止了转动——熔化金属的气味从金块制造机里喷了出来。 雷金纳德·格里姆斯特把秃头男人推开，他抱着他心爱的机器，哭了起来。 当雷金纳德·格里姆斯特开始摆弄杠杆和刻度盘时，戴夫跌跌撞撞地走到桌子上的一个空地方。 裂缝。“那噼里啪啦的声音是什么？”我叫了一声，想看清楚戴夫。 鸽子向前挤来挤去，当我们都想从那个小洞里往外看的时候，它们推着我。

Craaack. 'That!' I said. 'What is that?' 'It wasn't me this time,' Swan said. 'Hold on,' Fienne crowed at the pigeons gathering upon us. 'If too many of you come at once, we'll all collapse right through the ceiling- Crrrraaaaaaaack! 'Too late!' The foam tile split and we all tumbled through the hole and into the glass room. 'What on Earth!' the Human Men screamed. Pigeons rained through the ceiling, bouncing off the table and the walls and the floor. Feathers flew and claws scraped at

Craaack。“这!”我说。“那是什么？”“这次不是我，”斯旺说。 “坚持住，”费恩对聚集在我们身边的鸽子喊道。 “如果你们太多人同时来，我们会从天花板上掉下来的——呜——呜——呜！”“太迟了!”泡沫瓷砖裂开了，我们都从洞里滚进了玻璃房间。 “怎么回事！”人类尖叫着。 鸽子如雨点般飞过天花板，在桌子、墙壁和地板上跳来跳去。 羽毛乱飞，爪子乱抓