E17【纯英朗读】Judy in pursuit

E17 Judy in pursuit.

A mouse school bus swerved to avoid the weasel and flew skyward.

Judy caught it in mid-air, preventing a disaster.

The mice inside cheered as she gently placed the bus on the ground.

Judy watched the weasel jump off the top of a mouse building, tipping it over.

She struggled to protect each and every building the weasel knocked into. Then he leapt on top of a moving mouse train!

“Bon voyage, flatfoot!” said the weasel with a chuckle, riding the train away.

But Judy wasn’t about to give up. She ran even faster, until she was able to push him off the train. Rodents screamed and ran as Judy and the weasel came barreling through their midst.

“Hey!” she yelled. “Stop right there!”

“Have a donut, copper!” the weasel said with a laugh as he yanked a huge donut sign from the front of a shop. He flung it at Judy, but it missed and bounced toward some shrews coming out of Mousy’s department store.

“Ohmygawd, did you see those leopard-print jeggings?” said a fashionable shrew to her friends. She turned to see the donut bouncing toward her and screamed in terror. “Aaaaaaaaaaagh!”

A second before it crushed the shrew, Judy moved in front of the donut and caught it in her arms. Then she turned to the shrew and said, “I love your hair.”

“Awww...thank you,” said the shrew gratefully.

Out of the corner of her eye, Judy noticed that the weasel was about to get away. She threw the giant donut over his head and around his body, trapping him inside. The weasel was stuck!

It wasn’t long before the weasel, still inside the donut, rolled through the front door of the ZPD lobby and hit Clawhauser’s desk.

“I popped the weasel!” Judy exclaimed.

Chief Bogo yelled from the other room: “HOPPS!”

Like a kid in the principal’s office, Judy sat on a giant chair in front of Chief Bogo as he reviewed the report in front of him.

“Abandoning your post, inciting a scurry, reckless endangerment of rodents...but to be fair, you did stop a master criminal from stealing two dozen...um, let’s see...moldy onions.” Bogo looked straight at the bag on his desk that Judy had confiscated from the crook she had stopped—Duke Weaselton.

“Hate to disagree with you, sir, but those aren’t onions,” Judy replied. “Those are a crocus varietal called Midnicampum holicithias. They’re a class C botanical, sir. I grew up in a family where plant husbandry was kind of a thing.”

“Shut your tiny mouth, now,” said Bogo.

“Sir, I got the bad guy. That’s my job.” “Your job is putting tickets on parked cars.”

Bogo’s intercom clicked as Clawhauser’s voice came through. “Chief, uh, Mrs. Otterton’s here to see you again.”

“Not now,” answered Bogo.

“Okay, I just didn’t know if you wanted to take it this time—” said Clawhauser.

“Not now!”