50 Is it a Bird, Is it a Plane

50 Is it a Bird? Is it a Plane? "This way!" shouted Peanut as she darted between the giant ice cream and the massive sunflower. Doodle grabbed the marker-pen rope around Lulu's ankles with his teeth and tugged it hard, causing the panda to topple backwards. He then sprinted down the alleyway after the three children. "CONSPIRATORS! HALT!" roared Lulu Kawaii. She snapped the rope and leaped to her feet with incredible speed. Then she ran after the gang. Peanut, Rockwell, Little-Bit and Doodle dashed along a road parallel to the Strip that was paved with pink-and-yellow-

50 那是一只鸟吗？ 那是一架飞机吗？ “这边走！”皮纳特边喊边从巨型冰淇淋和超大向日葵之间冲了过去。 杜多咬住捆在露露脚踝上的记号笔绳子，使劲一拉，这只大熊猫重重向后倒去。 接着他顺着小巷，追着三个孩子狂奔而去。 “同谋！ 站住！”露露·卡哇伊吼道。 她挣断绳子，以惊人的速度一跃而起站好。 随后她追着那伙人跑了过去。 皮纳特、罗克韦尔、小丽特和杜多沿着一条和商业街平行的街道狂奔，这条路的路面铺着黄粉相间的——

chequered cake. It was soft and spongy and, after a few seconds, their cake-coated feet became heavy, making running impossible. "Behind those bushes! Quick!" yelled Peanut. To their left was a low, pale-pink hedge. They dived behind it. As the four of them crouched down, Peanut spotted Little-Bit grabbing a fistful of the pink shrubbery. "Mmmm. Candyfloss!" she said, shovelling it into her mouth. Mum never normally let them have this much sugar. "Sssh! She's coming," said Rockwell. Lulu Kawaii was making her way slowly up the pink and yellow path towards them. Little-Bit, seemingly unaware of the seriousness of their situation, was wolfing down the pink, wispy confectionary as if she hadn't eaten for months. "LB. Stop," whispered Peanut urgently. The little girl turned to her sister, looking a little sheepish, and let out the deepest, loudest, longest burp in the history of the human digestive system. Immediately, Lulu's red eyes swivelled towards them. "I HAVE YOU NOW!" Suddenly they heard a whistle from above their heads. They looked up. "Is... is that a flying sideboard?" said Rockwell. "Er, I think it might be," replied Peanut. Sure enough, floating a few metres above their heads

格子蛋糕。 蛋糕路又软又蓬，没过几秒，他们沾满蛋糕的脚就变得沉甸甸的，根本跑不动了。 “躲到灌木丛后面！ 快！” 皮纳特喊道。 他们左手边是一丛低矮的淡粉色树篱。 他们一下钻躲了进去。 四个小家伙蹲好后，皮纳特看见小丽特抓了一大把粉色的灌木枝叶。 “嗯， 是棉花糖！” 她一边说，一边大把往嘴里塞。 妈妈平时从来不让他们吃这么多糖。 “嘘！ 她来了。”罗克韦尔说道。 露露·卡哇伊正沿着粉黄相间的小路，慢慢朝他们走来。 小丽特好像完全没意识到情况有多危险，正狼吞虎咽地吃着蓬松的粉色棉花糖，好像好几个月没吃过饭一样。 “小丽，停下。”皮纳特急忙低声说。 小女孩转头看向姐姐，一脸不好意思，接着打了一个人类消化史上最深、最响、最长的饱嗝。 露露的红眼睛立刻就转向了他们。 “我可抓到你们了！” 突然，他们听到头顶传来一声哨响。 他们抬起头看去。 “那…那是会飞的餐边柜吗？”罗克韦尔说。 “呃，我觉得好像是啊。”皮纳特回答。 果然没错，在他们头顶几米高的地方飘着

was a beautiful piece of antique furniture, made from solid walnut. On top of it, crouched in a surfing position, was a very muscular man dressed in a dark brown spandex bodystocking with a big "TG" logo on the chest and a long, green cloak billowing out to the rear. Behind him was a levitating coffee table, a hovering dresser, a gravity-defying writing desk and a flying bedside cabinet. "Who are you?" shouted Rockwell. "Greetings citizen!" shouted the man. "I am Table Guy! Fighting for truth, justice and a really good place to sit down and eat your dinner! Hurry! Grab a beautifully turned cabriole leg and pull yourselves up!"

一件漂亮的古董家具，由整块胡桃木打造而成。 柜顶蹲着一个肌肉发达的男人，摆着冲浪姿势，他穿深棕色氨纶紧身衣，胸口印着大大的“TG”标志，身后绿色长斗篷随风飘动。 他身后跟着悬浮的咖啡桌、飘在空中的梳妆台、克服重力的写字台和会飞的床头柜。 “你是谁？”罗克韦尔大喊。 “你好啊市民！”男人大喊道。 “我是桌哥！ 为真理、正义，还有一个能舒舒服服坐下来吃晚餐的好地方而战！ 快！ 抓住这根造型优美的弯腿，拉你们上来！”