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《小马镇谜案Ⅴ- 被诅咒的童子军》【官方小说翻译】

第五章

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浑身都是泥的童子军们艰难缓慢地向小马镇走去,飞板璐听到了车轮的吱吱声转过头去看到一辆她们很熟悉的魔术表演拖车向她们缓缓驶来,叫道:“是崔克西!我敢打赌她能帮助载我们一程。”当小拖车慢慢地驶近时,童子军们疯狂地挥着蹄子。

 

“是谁在为神通广大的崔克西欢呼呢?”拉着拖车的蓝色独角兽边问边小跑着走了过来。飞板璐倒是很惊讶她竟然没认出她们。

 

小萍花回道:“是我们!可爱标记童子军!”

 

崔克西上前来闻了闻:“真的吗?你们看起来就像一群泥妖。”

 

甜贝儿央求道:“你们带我们去暮暮的城堡吗?这真的很重要。”崔克西皱起了眉头,飞板璐能看出来她可不是暮暮的大粉丝。

 

她补充道:“就像是小马国的命运都靠它了那般重要。”

 

崔克西叹了口气:“我想行吧,”她蹄子朝她的拖车指了指,但童子军们正要进去的时候,她举起一只蹄子拦住了她们,“不过你们要先把自己给弄干净,我不想你们把泥巴弄到我的魔毯上。”

 

小萍花低声向她的朋友们吐槽道:“她既然有魔毯,为什么还要拉拖车呢?”

 

甜贝儿道:“我想我可以把我们弄干净,瑞瑞教了我一种可以去掉丝绸上污渍的咒语!”她的角亮了起来,魔法冲刷着童子军们。

 

飞板璐马上就意识到这不太对劲,她的鬃毛和尾巴都看起来很滑稽,她看了看另外两位,她们虽然都很干净,但她们身上的毛都是笔直笔直的,她们看起来就像是一百多翼力的吹风机给吹干了一样,这让崔克西差点笑倒在原地。

 

她笑着说:“看来用在衣服上效果会更好。”

 

满脸尴尬的童子军们爬进了拖车,在她们穿越无尽之森的长途跋涉以及之后发生那些事情后,飞板璐非常地庆幸她们能好好休息一下,但她刚放松舒服了一点,车子撞得振动了一下。

 

在一个高高架子上的一盒烟雾弹给震得掉了下来。

 

伴随着紫色的噗的一声盒子摔了下来引爆了里面的每一个烟雾弹,童子军们差点几乎都没能躲开!

 

飞板璐被挤得喘不过气来,她们盲目地摸索着穿过了五彩缤纷的烟雾,走向拖车的出口。

 

当气喘吁吁的童子军们跌跌撞撞地爬出拖车后,她们看到了满脸愤怒的崔克西正看着她的拖车。拖车的一个轮子啪的一声掉了下来,飞板璐心想道:‘极有可能是刚才的震动导致的。’

 

崔克西抱怨道:“我的拖车坏了!你们知道这意味着什么吗?”

 

小萍花猜了猜:“我们会走着去暮暮的友谊城堡?”

 

崔克西屏息道:“我今晚的演出只能取消了,跟你们三个在一起的运气也太糟了!”

 

飞板璐抗议道:“但我们什么都没做啊。”

 

但在崔克西那根本说不通。

 

“你们走吧!”崔克西伸出蹄子让童子军们离开。

 

飞板璐对伙伴们耸耸肩,沮丧地离开了。

 

走了一会,甜贝儿开口了:“你们觉得崔克西说得有道理吗?自从我们离开森林,一切都变得很不顺心。”

 

小萍花皱起了眉头:“但我们为什么会忽然那么倒霉呢?这根本说不通。”

 

飞板璐做了个鬼脸,慢慢意识到一些之前发生的事情,她原以为黯然婶婶的咒语没有起效,但...

 

飞板璐开口道:“我有个想法,哪位小马有硬币吗?”

 

甜贝儿用魔法飘出了一枚硬币,飞板璐拿过来放在蹄子里。

 

她告诉甜贝儿:“你来猜一猜是正面还是反面,若你猜对了我们运气就没有问题,但若是几次都没有猜对,那肯定是我们出了什么问题,试试吧。”

 

甜贝儿猜了猜:“正面!”童子军们看着飞板璐抛起了硬币,转来转去在空中形成了弧线。但在它掉下来之前,一只青蛙跳了过来,伸出舌头粘住了硬币,直接给吞了下去。

 

小萍花问道:“呃...这是正面还是反面?”

 

“都不是,”飞板璐尽量保持不惊慌,毕竟这种事发生的可能性微乎其微。“我想...我们被诅咒了。”

 

英文版:

The mud-encrusted Crusaders slowly trudged toward Ponyville. Hearing the clatter of approaching wheels, Scootaloo turned to see a familiar magic caravan trundling toward them. “It’s Trixie! I bet she’ll give us a ride!” she said. The Crusaders waved their hooves frantically as the wagon approached.

“Who hails the Grrrrrreat and Powerful Trixie?” the Blue Unicorn asked as she trotted up. Scootaloo was surprised she didn’t recognize them.

“It’s us, the Cutie Mark Crusaders!” Apple Bloom said.

“Really? You look more like mud trolls.” Trixie sniffed.

“Can you take us to Twilight’s castle? It’s really important,” Sweetie Belle begged. Trixie frowned. Scootaloo knew she wasn’t a big fan of Twilight.

“Like, the fate of Equestria important,” Scootaloo added.

“I suppose.” Trixie sighed and gestured to her caravan. But as the Crusaders headed for the entrance, she held up a hoof. “After you scrub yourselves off. I don’t want you tracking mud on my magic carpet.”

“If she has a magic carpet, why does she drive a cart?” Apple Bloom grumbled to her friends.

“I think I can clean us up,” Sweetie Belle said. “Rarity taught me a spell for getting stains out of silk!” Her horn glowed, and magic washed over the Crusaders.

Scootaloo immediately knew something had gone wrong. Her mane and tail felt funny. She looked at her friends to see that though they were clean, every hair on their body was standing straight out. They looked as if they’d been blown dry by the wind-force of a hundred Dizzitrons. Trixie nearly fell over laughing.

“Maybe it works better on clothes,” she chortled.

The embarrassed Crusaders climbed aboard the wagon. After their long trek through the Forest and everything that had happened since, Scootaloo was grateful for a rest. She’d just gotten comfortable when the wagon hit a bump.

A box of smoke bombs jarred loose from a high shelf.

The Crusaders barely dodged in time as the box crashed to the floor, setting off every smoke bomb inside with a purple poof!

Scootaloo chocked, blindly feeling her way through the colorful cloud toward the wagon’s exit.

As the gasping Crusaders stumbled free, they found a furious Trixie staring at her wagon. One of its wheels had snapped off, probably going over that bump, Scootaloo thought.

“My wagon is broken!” Trixie moaned. “Do you know what this means?”

“We’re walking to Twilight’s castle?” Apple Bloom guessed.

“My show tonight will have to be canceled. You three are bad luck!” She sniffed again.

“But we didn’t do anything,” Scootaloo protested.

There was no reasoning with Trixie.

“Just go!” she demanded, shooing the Crusaders away with her hooves.

Scootaloo shrugged to her friends, and dejectedly, they started off down the road again.

“Do you think Trixie’s right?” Sweetie Belle asked a few moments later. “Nothing’s gone right for us ever since we left the Forest.”

“But why would we get bad luck all of a sudden?” Apple Bloom frowned. “Nothin’ happened to cause it.”

Scootaloo grimaced, the slow realization dawning that in fact something had happened. She’d thought Auntie Eclipse’s spell was a dud, but…

“Let me try something,” Scootaloo said. “Anypony have a bit?”

Sweetie Belle levitated over a coin. Scootaloo held it in her hoof.

“You call manes or tails. If you’re right, there’s nothing wrong with our luck. But if we can’t guess right no matter how many tries…then maybe something’s up. Call it,” she told Sweetie Belle.

“Manes!” Sweetie Belle said. The Crusaders watched the coin as it flipped from Scootaloo’s hoof and arced through the air, end over end. But before it could land, a frog hopped into its path, whipped out its tongue, and caught the bit. With a gulp, the coin was gone.

“Uh, is that manes or tails?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Neither,” Scootaloo said, trying not to panic. The chances of that happening were a bazillion to one. “I think … we’re cursed,” she said.

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