2 The Weekend Shift

2 The Weekend Shift

2 周末轮班

"I love the equinox, but I'm really going to miss summer," Blue admits. "I wish it were summer all the time. Then I could still smell the blooming flowers and the barbecues and the roasting marshmallows and the hot sun on the wet pavement." "Mmm-hmm," says Gully, sniffing the air. "Do you smell something now?" Blue asks. "I'm a seagull. I smell everything," Gully says.

“我喜欢秋分，可我真的会想念夏天的。”布鲁坦白道。 “真希望永远都是夏天呀。 那样我就还能闻到盛开的花香、烧烤的香气、烤棉花糖的甜味，还有湿乎乎的路面被太阳晒过的味道。” “嗯哼。”加利吸了吸鼻子说。 “你现在闻到什么味道了吗？” 布鲁问。 “我可是海鸥哦。 什么味道都逃不过我的鼻子。”加利说。

"Like what?" Blue says. They sniff the air, too. "I smell crunchy leaves and hot coffee on Main Street," the seagull says. "And cranberry and vanilla over on Starfish Lane. I also smell beeswax— someone must be lighting their new fall candles. On Beach Rose Way, someone's roasting yummy pumpkin seeds. And down at Spinnakers" Café, I smell sage and brown butter and toasted hazelnuts. Mr. Cliff must be serving his butternut squash ravioli for lunch!" "You really can smell everything," says Blue. "Sometimes that's not a good thing," says Gully. "Like now. I smell smoke…and fire!" "Where?" asks Blue. "Follow me!" says the seagull. "I think it's coming from the Nautilus Inn!"

“比如什么呀？” 布鲁说。 他们也跟着吸了吸空气。 “我闻到了大街上脆生生的落叶和热咖啡的香味。”海鸥说。 “还有海星巷那边的蔓越莓和香草味。 我还闻到了蜂蜡的味道——肯定有人点了新的秋季蜡烛。 海滩玫瑰路上有人在烤香喷喷的南瓜子。 再往下到大三角帆咖啡馆，我闻到了鼠尾草、褐黄油还有烤榛子的味道。 克利夫先生午餐肯定在做他的胡桃南瓜意大利饺！” “你真的什么都能闻出来呀。”布鲁说。 “有时候这也不是什么好事。”加利说。 “就像现在。 我闻到了烟味……还有火的味道！” “在哪里？”布鲁问。 “跟我来！”海鸥说。 “我觉得是从鹦鹉螺旅馆飘过来的！”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! When Blue and Gully arrive at the inn, a fire alarm is going off inside. Summer Sanderson races out the back door, smoke billowing behind her.

嘀！ 嘀！ 嘀！ 嘀！ 嘀！ 嘀！ 布鲁和加利赶到旅馆的时候，里面的火警正在响个不停。 萨默·桑德森从后门冲了出来，身后跟着滚滚浓烟。

"Is everything okay?" Blue asks. "It was just a little fire, but it's out now," Summer says. She turns to yell inside the inn. "Nothing to worry about!" "What happened?" asks Skipper Sanderson, covering his ears.

“一切还好吗？” 布鲁问。 “就是小火而已，现在已经扑灭了。”萨默说。 她转头朝旅馆里喊。 “大家不用担心！” “发生什么事了？”斯基珀·桑德森捂着耳朵问。

"I was making lobster fritters for lunch, and the oil in the pan started sputtering and smoking, and then…POOF," Summer explains. "Are you all right?" asks her brother. "I'm fine. But the kitchen isn't," she says. "What is the meaning of this?!" Ms. Crabbe comes stomping out of the inn. "My customers are panicking! The oven door is broken! And the inn smells like burned fish!"

“我刚才在做午餐的龙虾油饼，锅里的油开始噼里啪啦冒烟，然后……呼的一下就烧起来了。”萨默解释道。 “你没事吧？”她哥哥问。 “我没事。 可厨房就没那么好运了。”她说。 “这到底是怎么回事？！” 克拉布女士跺着脚从旅馆里走了出来。 “我的客人们都慌了！ 烤箱门坏了！ 整个旅馆都闻得到烧鱼的糊味！”