Part 5

"Oh no, not again, Cyril," said Lady Daphne, helping the boy scout to his feet. "You know too many marshmallows give you tummy ache." She straightened his woggle and sent him home, watching after him until his moans faded in the gloom.

“哦不，西里尔，别又来这套，”达芙妮夫人一边说，一边扶着童子军站起身。 “你知道的，棉花糖吃太多肚子会疼的。” 她把他的童子军领结理好，送他回家，一直望着他的背影，直到他的哼哼声消失在暮色里。

"Um... not your ghost then?" asked Murray. "Not quite," said Geoffrey. "So, what's next?" Next was the funfair. Murray was still feeling wobbly from the campsite as he and Bun walked there.

“呃……那不是你们要找的鬼魂对吧？”默里问道。 “差得远呢。”杰弗里说。 “那接下来去哪儿？” 下一站是游乐场。 默里从露营地出来还觉得晕乎乎的，就和小蹦一起走着去游乐场。

The shortcut through the graveyard didn't help. Bun, of course, loved it. He said he liked the big butterflies the most.

走墓地抄近路也没让他好受一点。 小蹦嘛，当然啦，可喜欢走这条路了。 他说他最喜欢这儿的大蝴蝶。

BUN! Those are bats, Bun

小蹦！ 那是蝙蝠啊小蹦。

When they arrived, the funfair was closed. Murray and Bun squeezed through the gate to look for the ghost.

等他们到的时候，游乐场已经关门了。 默里和小蹦从大门挤了进去，想找那个鬼魂。

It was dark and eerie. Mist swirled around the rides. Murray nibbled a corner of his jam tart to steady his nerves and edged forwards, clutching the Ghost Bag tightly in his paw.

游乐场里黑漆漆的，怪吓人的。 雾气在各个游乐设施周围打着转。 默里咬了一口手里的果酱挞定定心，爪子紧紧攥着捉鬼袋，慢慢往前挪。