Part 8

Luckily for Murray, carrots were ThunderClops" second-favourite crunchy treat. (in his root vegetable category, after parsnips.) Murray breathed a sigh of relief and was hoping that a kind passer-by might scratch his itchy nose for him, when he saw something that made him gulp. It was Sir Nasty! nom nom nom...

对默里来说幸运的是，胡萝卜是雷霆巨人第二喜欢的脆生生小零食。 在他爱吃的根茎类蔬菜里，胡萝卜排第二，第一是欧洲萝卜哦。 默里松了口气，正盼着有好心的路过的人能帮他挠挠发痒的鼻子，这时候他看见一样东西，吓得他倒抽一口冷气。 是坏蛋爵士！ 唔姆唔姆唔姆……

He had clambered out of the trough and was dripping wet and FURIOUS! Steam hissed from his ears as he raised his sword. "Now you're for the CHOP, you infuriating fur ball!" he boomed, as he lunged towards Murray. Murray stood helpless, glued to the spot. The crowd held their breath. But with every step...

他刚从水槽里爬出来，浑身湿淋淋的，气得肺都要炸了！ 他举起剑的时候，耳朵里都滋滋往外冒蒸汽。 “现在我就要把你砍成碎块，你这气死人的毛球！” 他怒吼着，朝着默里猛冲过来。 默里 helpless地站在原地，脚像粘在地上似的动弹不得。 围观的人群都屏住了呼吸。 可他每往前迈一步……

Sir Nasty... slosh! CLANK! slowed... down... CLONK! Skree until... just inches... from Murray... Creak! Sqweeeeek! he shuddered to a standstill.

坏蛋爵士……哗啦！ 哐当！速度……慢……了下来…… 咚！ 吱呀——直到…… 离默里只有几英寸远的时候…… 嘎吱！ 吱——呀—— 他浑身抖了抖，彻底停住不动了。

"ARRRGH! I'M ALL RUSTED UP!" he cried. Basil! BASIL! Fetch the oil, you feather-brained dunderhead! Not on your nelly! I'm off! Oh... hold on... I'm going to... a...aa... aaah... AAAAAHH...

“啊啊啊啊啊！ 我全身上下都锈住啦！” 他大叫起来。 巴兹尔！ 巴兹尔！ 去拿润滑油来，你这没脑子的蠢货！ 想都别想！ 我可要溜啦！ 哦……等一下…… 我要……打……啊……啊嚏…… 啊啊啊啊啊嚏……

Gak!

咔！

And with that, Sir Nasty wobbled this way and that, toppled over, and fell to the ground with a loud CLANK! Murray had WON!

话音刚落，坏蛋爵士摇摇晃晃地东倒西歪，“哐当”一声巨响，整个人摔在了地上！ 默里赢啦！