Moody Margaret’s Sleepover

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Moody Margaret's sleepover. What are you doing here? What are you doing here? Said Moody Margaret, glaring. I'm here for the sleepover, said Sour Susan, glaring back. You were uninvited, remember? said Margaret. And then you invited me again, remember? snapped Susan. Did not, did to. You told me last week I could come, didn't?

暴脾气玛格丽特的过夜派对。 你在这里干什么？ 你在这里干什么？ 暴脾气玛格丽特瞪着眼睛说道。 我是来参加过夜派对的呀， 坏脾气苏珊瞪回去说道。 我已经取消你的邀请了， 你忘了吗？ 玛格丽特说。 可是你后来又邀请我了呀， 你不记得了？ 苏珊没好气地顶回去。 我没有，你就是有。 你上周亲口说我可以来的， 难道不是吗？

You're such a meanie, Margaret,' scowled Susan. Oh, why was she friends with such a moody old grouch?' Moody Margaret heaved a heavy sigh. Why was she friends with such a sour old slop bucket? Well, since you're here, I guess you'd better come in,' said Margaret. But don't expect any dessert, because there won't be enough for you and my real guests. Sour Susan stomped inside Margaret's house. She wouldn't be inviting Margaret to her next sleepover party, that's for sure. Margaret Henry got asleep. He was hot. He was hungry. Biscuits! Moaned his tummy. Give me biscuits!

“玛格丽特，你也太小气了！”苏珊皱着眉头说。 唉，她怎么会和这么个暴脾气的老小气鬼做朋友啊？ 暴脾气玛格丽特重重地叹了口气。 她怎么会和这么个讨人嫌的老闷鬼做朋友啊？ “好吧，既然你都来了，那最好进来吧。”玛格丽特说。 不过别指望有甜点吃，我准备的甜点够我和真正的客人吃就不错了，没你的份。 坏脾气苏珊跺着脚走进玛格丽特家。 下次她办过夜派对绝对不邀请玛格丽特，就这么定了。 淘气包亨利睡着了。 他热得难受。 他肚子饿得咕咕叫。 饼干！ 他的肚子哼哼着要吃的。 快给我饼干！

Because Mum and Dad were the meanest, most horrible parents in the world, they'd forgotten to buy more biscuits, and there wasn't a single solitary crumb in the house. Henry knew because he'd searched everywhere. Give me biscuits! growled his tummy. What are you waiting for? I'm going to die of hunger up here! thought hurried Henry, and it will be all Mum and Dad's fault. They'll come in tomorrow morning and find just a few wisps of hair and some teeth. Then they'd be sorry. Then they'd wail and gnash. But it would be too late.

爸爸妈妈真是全世界最小气、最讨厌的父母，他们忘了买饼干，家里连半颗饼干渣都找不到。 亨利早就翻遍了每个角落，所以他清楚得很。 快给我饼干！ 他的肚子气鼓鼓地吼着。 你还在等什么？ 我都要饿死在楼上啦！ 急哄哄的亨利暗自想着，这全都是爸爸妈妈的错。 他们明天早上进来的时候，就只能找到几撮头发和几颗牙齿了。 到时候他们肯定会后悔的。 他们会哭天抢地，捶胸顿足。 可惜那时候早就晚啦。

How could we have forgotten to buy chocolate biscuits? Dad would sob. We deserve to be locked up forever! Mum would shriek. And now there's nothing left of Henry but a tooth, and it's all our fault! They'd howl. Humpf! Serve them right. Wait! What an idiot he was! Why should he risk death from starvation when he knew where there was a rich stash of all sorts of yummy biscuits waiting just for him?

“我们怎么能忘了买巧克力饼干啊？”爸爸会啜泣着说。 “我们活该被关一辈子！”妈妈会尖叫着说。 “现在亨利只剩一颗牙齿了，全都是我们的错！”他们会号啕大哭。 哼！他们活该。 等等！他可真是个大傻瓜！ 他明明知道有个地方藏了一大堆好吃的饼干，干嘛要在这里等着饿死呀？

Moody Margaret's secret club tent was sure to be full to bursting with goodies. Horrid Henry hadn't raided it in ages, and so long as he was quick, no one would ever know he'd left the house. Come on, Henry, urged his tummy. Feed me! Horrid Henry didn't need to be urged twice. Slowly, quietly, he sneaked out of bed, crept down the stairs, and tiptoed out of the back door. Then, quick, over the wall, and hey, Presto, he was in the secret club tent! There was Margaret's secret club biscuit tin in her pathetic hiding place under a blanket.

暴脾气玛格丽特的秘密俱乐部帐篷里肯定塞满了好吃的。 淘气包亨利好久没去抄她的家了，只要他动作快，绝对没人会发现他出过门。 “快点呀亨利，”肚子催着他，“快喂我吃东西！” 淘气包亨利可不用人催第二遍。 他轻手轻脚地爬下床，踮着脚走下楼梯，又悄咪咪地从后门溜了出去。 然后他飞快地翻过墙，嘿，一眨眼就钻进了秘密俱乐部的帐篷里！ 玛格丽特藏饼干的罐子可太好猜了，就在毯子下面呢。