作者：美国迪士尼公司
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迪士尼大电影中英双语阅读·海底总动员2：多莉去哪儿试读：
Chapter 1
“Hi, I’m Dory,” the five-year-old blue tang fish said brightly. “I suffer from short-term memory loss.”
Dory’s giant eyes slowly blinked as she floated, waiting for a response. Her parents, Jenny and Charlie, clapped their fins with delight.
“Yes!” Jenny cheered.
“That’s exactly what you say,” said Charlie proudly.
Dory let out a happy sigh of relief. Remembering things was very hard for the energetic little fish, so her parents often asked her to practice introducing herself.
The family lived in a charming coral home nestled safely behind a tall patch of sea grass. As the water’s current moved, the sea grass waved gracefully.
“Okay, we’ll pretend to be the other kids now,” said Jenny. She and Charlie each took a deep breath as they attempted to get into character. “Hi, Dory,” her mom said in a small voice.
“Ahoy there!” said Charlie in his best five-year-old voice. The sound of her parents pretending to be little fish made Dory giggle.
“Do you want to play hide-and-seek?” asked Charlie.
“Okay!” said Dory, tickled.
“We’ll hide, and you count and come find us,” said Charlie.
“I’m hiding!” Jenny sang out from behind the sea grass.
Charlie turned to face his daughter. “Now count to ten,” he said.
Dory placed her fins over her eyes and began to count while her father swam away. “One, two, three, um ... four ... um ...” But that was as far as she got. Dory uncovered her eyes and looked around. She blinked and looked down, then rubbed her fins over the soft sand. She had already forgotten about the game.
“I like sand. Sand is squishy,” she said, completely distracted by the sand.
Just then, Dory heard the sounds of children giggling in the distance. She peeked through the tall grass and saw a large school of young blue tangs playing together, swirling around like a ribbon and having a great time. Dory swam toward them. She wanted to play, too! But her parents quickly came out of their hiding places and stopped her before she could join.
“Okay!” said Charlie. “Hide-and-seek might be a little advanced for right now.”
Dory drew in a quick breath. “Mommy, can I go play with them?” she asked.
“Another time, honey,” said Jenny gently. “Not until you’re ready.”
Dory saw her parents exchange a strained look that made her feel terrible. She never meant to disappoint them ... but it just kept happening. “Did I forget again?” she asked sheepishly.
“No biggie, kelpcake,” said Charlie, trying to lighten the mood by calling Dory one of her many nicknames.
“Oh, sweetie, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” said Jenny.
“What if I forget you?” asked Dory fearfully. Then she gasped. “Would you ever forget me?”
“Oh, kelpcake, no,” said Charlie.
“We will never forget you, Dory,” added Jenny. “And we know you’ll never forget us.”
Dory smiled up at her parents as they both hugged her tightly.
第 1 章
“嗨，我是多莉，”这条五岁的蓝唐王鱼欢快地说道，“我有短时记忆丧失症。”多莉漂浮着，等待着回应，一双大眼睛缓缓地眨了眨。她的父母，珍妮和查理，高兴地拍打着鱼鳍。“没错！”珍妮喝彩道。“就是要这样说。”查理骄傲地说。
多莉开心地舒了口气。这条精力充沛的小鱼总是很难记住事情，所以她的父母经常让她练习自我介绍。
这一家子住在一间迷人的珊瑚屋里，屋前有一簇高茂的海草，非常安全。海水流动，海草也随之轻盈摇摆。“好的，现在我们要假扮其他孩子了。”珍妮说。她和查理各自深吸了一口气，尝试着进入角色。“嗨，多莉。”她的妈妈细声细气地说道。“喂！”查理竭力地装出五岁孩童的声音。父母俩那假装鱼娃娃的声音逗得多莉咯咯直笑。“你想玩捉迷藏吗？”查理问。“好啊！”多莉说着，乐不可支。“我们来藏，你数数，然后来找我们。”查理说。“我藏好了！”珍妮在海草丛后喊道。
查理转向女儿。“现在数到十，”他说。
当父亲游向别处时，多莉用鱼鳍捂住双眼，数起数来。“一，二，三，嗯……四……嗯……”但是她也只能数到这儿。多莉露出眼睛，四处望了望。她眨眨眼，向下一看，然后在松软的沙地上擦了擦双鳍。她已经把游戏的事情忘得一干 二净。“我喜欢沙子。沙子软绵绵的。”她说，完全被沙子分散了注意力。
就在这时，多莉听到远方传来孩子们的欢笑声。她透过高高的草丛，瞥见一大群小蓝唐王鱼正在一起玩耍，像绸带似的弯曲盘旋，玩得好不开心。多莉游向他们。她也想去玩！可她的父母很快从藏身的地方冲了出来，拦着不让她去。“好吧！”查理说，“捉迷藏现在可能还是有点难度。”
多莉急忙深吸了口气。“妈咪，我能和他们一起玩吗？”她问道。“下次吧，宝贝，”珍妮温柔地说，“现在你还不行。”
多莉看见她的父母紧张地交换了一下眼色，这让她感觉很糟。她从没想要让他们失望……可这事总是发生。“我是不是又忘事了？”她怯怯地问道。“没什么大不了的，小宝贝。”查理说，叫着多莉众多昵称中的一个，努力缓解气氛。“噢，亲爱的，没什么。别担心。”珍妮说。“万一我不记得你们了怎么办？”多莉恐惧地问道。接着她倒抽了口气：“你们有时也会忘记我吗？”“哦，小宝贝，不会的。”查理说。“我们决不会忘记你的，多莉，”珍妮补充道，“我们还知道你永远不会忘记我们。”
多莉的父母紧紧地拥抱着她，她抬头对着他们微笑着。
Chapter 2
A short time later, little Dory swam through the big, blue open water ... alone. She called out, searching for someone who might be able to help her. “Hello ... ? Hello?”
“Did you hear that?” a fish asked her husband.
“Hellooooo!” young Dory’s voice rang out again.
The wife followed the sound of Dory’s voice. “Oh! There — right there!” She pointed her fin at the shape of a tiny fish in the distance. “I see a fish!”
“Well, it’s the ocean,” said her husband, Stan. “There are fish everywhere.”
“Why do I swim with you?” the wife asked, exasperated. “HELLO?” she called again.
“Hello?” said Dory, pursuing the voices.
When they finally found each other, the couple was shocked to see the little fish swimming all by herself. “Oh my goodness,” said the wife. “It’s a child!”
Dory was thrilled to see them. “Hi! I’m Dory! Can you please help me?” she asked.
“Well, hello, Dory,” the wife answered. “Are you lost?”
“Where are your parents?” Stan asked.
“Um. I can’t remember,” said Dory.
“Okay,” said Stan. “Well, we’ll look around. Are any of these fish your parents?”
Dory slowly turned around, looking at the surrounding fish. She turned back to the couple and blinked her eyes. “Hi. I’m Dory. Can you please help me?”
The couple exchanged a look. “Dear, you told us that already,” said the wife.
“I did?” asked Dory. “I’m sorry. I suffer from short-term memory loss.”
“Oh, how awful,” said the wife. She pulled her husband aside and asked him what he thought they should do. But when she turned back, Dory was gone! The couple swam around calling her name, trying to find her, but she had vanished.
Dory had already swum on and forgotten about the couple she had just met.
★★★
Alone and scared, Dory continued to search the strange waters. As the sun went down, the water became darker and scarier. Dory’s eyes welled with tears as she settled down under a rocky overhang. She softly sang, “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming” until she drifted off to sleep.
★★★
Years went by, and Dory continued to ask for help from anyone who would listen. Most of the fish she ran into were sympathetic. They’d say things like “Really sorry we can’t help you,” or “Hope you find what you’re looking for,” or “Good luck.” But how could anyone help her when she couldn’t remember where she had come from? Or what she had lost in the first place? Dory searched and searched, but she’d completely forgotten everything. “I was looking for something,” she said to one friendly fish. “I ... I just can’t remember what.” Dory patted her fins to her temples, hoping it would jogsomething into place. But nothing seemed to help.
Then one day, a boat streaked past overhead. The noisy engine caused other fish to scramble, but Dory stayed, curiously watching as it went by. Suddenly, she heard a muffled, panicked voice in the distance and slowly swam toward it.
“A white boat!” the voice cried. “It’s a — They took my son! My son! My son! Help me! Please!”
Out of nowhere, an agitated clown fish appeared.
“Look out!” Dory screamed, and then she smacked into him. He bounced off her and landed hard on the ocean floor.
“Sorry!” said Dory, concerned. “I didn’t see you!”
Marlin groaned as Dory inspected him. “Are you okay?”
“He’s gone,” the clownfish cried. He quickly introduced himself as Marlin. He continued to dash back and forth, worried out of his mind about his son.
Dory tried to comfort him again and again, but it didn’t seem to help.
“No, no — they took him away. I have to find the boat!” Marlin said, swimming off.
“A boat? Hey, I’ve seen a boat!” said Dory.
“You have?” Marlin stopped and swam back to Dory.
“Uh-huh. This way. It went this way! Follow me!” Dory sped off, and Marlin followed.
“Thank you! Thank you so much!” said Marlin, and they swam away together.
第 2 章
此后不久，小多莉游过了蔚蓝辽阔的开放水域……孤零零地。她大声叫喊，想要寻求他人帮助。“有人吗？有人吗？”“你听到什么了吗？”一条鱼向她丈夫问道。“有人吗？”小多莉的声音又响了起来。
这位鱼太太顺着多莉的声音找寻起来。“啊！在那儿——就在那里！”她用鱼鳍指着远处的一个小鱼形状的东西。“我看见一条鱼！”“唔，这是海洋，”她的丈夫斯坦说道，“到处都是鱼。”“我怎么就跟你游到一块儿去了？”鱼太太恼怒地问道。“有人吗？”她又喊了起来。“有人吗？”多莉一边说一边追寻着他们的声音。
当他们终于找到彼此时，这对夫妇震惊地发现这条小鱼居然是在独自游行。“噢，我的天啊，”鱼太太说，“她还是个孩子！”
多莉看到他们，很激动。“嗨！我是多莉！请问你能帮帮我吗？”她问道。“啊，你好，多莉，”鱼太太答道，“你迷路了吗？”“你父母在哪里？”斯坦问道。“嗯，我不记得了。”多莉说。“好吧，”斯坦说，“这样，我们先四处看看。这些鱼群之中有你的父母吗？”
多莉缓缓地转了一圈，看了看周围的鱼群。她回转身，面向这对夫妇，眨了眨眼睛。“嗨。我是多莉。请问你能帮帮我吗？”
夫妇俩交换了一下眼色。“亲爱的，刚才你已经说过这话了。”鱼太太说。“我说了吗？”多莉问道。“对不起。我有短时记忆丧失症。”“噢，这可太糟糕了。”鱼太太说。她把丈夫拉到一旁，问他觉得他们应该怎么办。可等她转过身来，多莉却走了！夫妇俩四处游动，呼喊着她的名字，想要找到她，可她却消失不见了。
多莉早已游了出去，忘记了刚才碰见的那对夫妇。
★★★
多莉孤身只影、惊恐不安地继续探寻着这片陌生的水域。太阳西下，海水变得越来越暗，也让人更加害怕。多莉在一处突出的岩石之下落脚，满眼含泪。她轻声唱着“不停地游啊游，不停地游啊游”，直到迷迷糊糊地进入梦乡。
★★★
多年之后，多莉继续向那些乐意倾听的鱼儿们寻求帮助。她遇见的鱼儿大都是深表同情。通常他们会说“真是抱歉，我们没法帮你”，或是“希望你能找到你所寻觅的东西”，或是“祝你好运”。可是如果她都不记得自己来自何方，大家又怎么帮助她呢？或者她最初丢失了什么？多莉不停地寻找着，却将一切都忘得一干二净。“我正在找某个东西，”她对一条友善的鱼儿说，“我……我只是不记得要找什么了。”多莉用双鳍拍了拍太阳穴，希望能唤醒点记忆。可这似乎没什么用。
后来，有一天，一艘小船从上方疾驰而过。吵闹的引擎声吓得其他鱼儿四处逃窜，可多莉却原地待着不动，好奇地望着那艘船驶过去。突然，她听到远处传来一个沉闷而惊慌的声音，于是缓缓地朝那里游了过去。“一艘白色的船！”那声音喊道。“是一艘——他们把我的儿子带走了！我的儿子！我的儿子！帮帮我吧！求你们了！”
一条狂躁不安的小丑鱼不知从何处突然冒了出来。“当心！”多莉大喊道，接着就猛地撞上了他。他被她弹了出去，重重地落在海底上。“对不起！”多莉关切地说道。“我没看见你！”
在多莉查看他的伤势时，马林在呻吟着。“你还好吗？”“他不见了，”这条小丑鱼大声说道。他匆忙地介绍自己名叫马林，接着就继续冲来撞去，发疯似的忧心他的儿子。
多莉试着一遍又一遍地安抚他，可却似乎没什么用。“不，不——他们把他带走了。我必须找到那艘船！”马林说着游了出去。“船？嘿，我刚看到了一艘船！”多莉说。“你看到过？”马林停住，又朝多莉游了回来。“是的。这边。它是朝这边走的！跟我来！”多莉加快速度，马林也跟了上去。“谢谢你！万分感谢！”马林说，然后他们一起游走了。
Chapter 3
Dory and Marlin went on an incredible journey across the ocean to find his son, Nemo. A year passed, and after their grand adventure, Dory decided to stay with Marlin and Nemo — and join the community of the beautiful Great Barrier Reef. Dory had a cozy coral cave where she slept each night, and Marlin and Nemo lived in a comfy anemone only a few strokes away. Dory was able to remember more when they were together — in fact, everything seemed better now that they had each other. She, Marlin, and Nemo were very close, and they always tried to keep each other happy and safe.
One night, Dory swam out of her cave. Through the gentle swaying fronds of the sea anemone she could see Marlin and Nemo sleeping.
“Hey, Marlin,” she whispered. She swam toward them and accidentally hit the anemone. It jolted her with an shock! “Ow-ow-ow-ow!” she cried.
Marlin awoke groggily and gently pushed her back into her cave. “Oh, Dory, it’s not time to get up yet. You have to go back to bed.”
“And remember, the anemone stings,” Nemo said, still half asleep.
“Oh, right. Yeah. Sorry. Back to bed, back to bed,” Dory said, settling back down. But she quickly headed out again, hitting the anemone’s stinging cells again. “Ow!”
Now Marlin jumped up. “Go back to bed — that’s it. Very simple. Bed. Back to it,” he said curtly, pointing a fin toward her home.
“Ah. Um ... hmm. Got it,” said Dory, once again swimming back to her cave. But then she turned around. “Hey, Marlin —”
“And we’re up,” said Marlin, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. “That’s it. Ready to start the day.”
Dory, Marlin, and Nemo followed the winding path that led to Nemo’s school. As they often did, they reminisced about their great adventure across the ocean to find Nemo.
“Okay,” said Marlin. “So, there we were, stuck inside a whale, hanging from his tongue —”
“And we were looking for something,” said Dory.
“Nemo,” said Marlin.
“Hmm. Found him!” said Dory happily.
Nemo giggled.
“I remember it like it was yesterday. Although I don’t really remember yesterday all that well,” Dory admitted.
“That must have been the scariest part of the whole trip. Right, Dad?” Nemo asked.
“No, the scariest part of the whole trip were the four sharks.”
Nemo looked at his father. “Wait, I thought there were three sharks.”
“No,” said Marlin. “No, there were definitely four.”
“But last time you told it, there were three.”
“Son, which one of us traveled across the entire ocean?”
“Nemo did,” Dory said quickly. “Obviously, we had to cross the ocean to find him, so, you know ... he went first.”
Marlin stared at Dory, realizing she was right. Nemo grinned proudly at his father. “I guess that’s true, isn’t it?” said Marlin, smiling.
When they got to Sandy Patch School, the teacher, Mr. Ray, was pacing nervously. As Marlin, Dory, and Nemo rounded the corner, Mr. Ray swam toward them. “Weeeeell, you made it! You almost missed the field trip,” the stingray said.
“A field trip? Ooh, I love field trips. Where are we going?” Dory asked excitedly. Mr. Ray gave Marlin a look. “I thought you told her,” he whispered to Marlin.
“I did tell her,” said Marlin. Then he turned to Dory. It was clear that he was going to have to explain the situation ... again. “Uh, Dory ...” he said, trying to get her attention. Dory listened with a smile on her face. “Mr. Ray has too many fish to keep an eye on today.” Mr. Ray swam off toward the class as Marlin continued. “So it would be best if — today — you weren’t, exactly ...” Marlin’s voice trailed off as he tried to figure out how to say what he needed to say without hurting Dory’s feelings. “... with the class.”
“Oh. Why not?” asked Dory.
“Well ... you know how you have problems remembering things sometimes?” Marlin asked.
“That’s the one thing I can remember, yes,” Dory said with a chuckle.
“Okay, and sometimes — and it’s not your fault — but it can cause you to wander,” said Marlin.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“So he doesn’t have enough help. To keep an eye on ... on ... on those who are not —”
“Sure.”
“— part of the group.”
“Okay.”
“He’s ... he’s a teacher, not a scout!” Marlin said, laughing nervously.
“Poor guy. You know, he is so overworked,” said Dory.
Marlin wasn’t sure that Dory was getting the full picture. “You understand?” Marlin asked.
“I totally understand now,” she replied.
“Okay?”
“Um-hmm,” said Dory.
“Good,” Marlin said, satisfied.
“He wants me to be the teacher’s assistant,” Dory said proudly.
Marlin couldn’t believe it! How could Dory get it so wrong? “Uh ... no, not exactly —”
“Well, I am so honored. I have never been a teaching assistant before,” said Dory happily.
Marlin sighed, giving up. “Mr. Ray!” he called. “You’ve got help. Good luck!” Exasperated, Marlin swam back toward home.
“Ooohhkey-dokey,” said Mr. Ray.
Once the class settled, Mr. Ray began his lesson. Dory tried to help in her own way ... by repeating everything he said.
“All right, kids!” said Mr. Ray.
“All right, kids!” said Dory.
“Today’s the day!” said Mr. Ray.
“Today’s the day!” repeated Dory.
“Our field trip to the stingray migration!”
“Stingray migration!”
“Now, does anyone know why we migrate?” asked Mr. Ray.
No one responded. Mr. Ray was met with blank stares and a deafening silence.
“Come on,” said Dory, smacking her fins together. “You gotta know this stuff.”
“Migration is about going back to ...,” Mr. Ray offered, trying to give the class a hint.
“Bed!” said Chickenfish.
“Yes!” said Dory.
“No,” said Mr. Ray.
“No!” echoed Dory.
“The sand!” answered Pearl, raising a fin.
“No,” repeated Mr. Ray. “Migration is about going home.”
“Home,” Dory repeated slowly. The word seemed to tug on something deep inside her.
“Which is where you’re from,” said Mr. Ray.
“Where you’re from ...,” said Dory thoughtfully.
“Can someone tell me where you’re from?” asked Mr. Ray.
“I live by a giant rock!” yelled one student.
“My house is covered in algae!” yelled Chickenfish.
“Where’d you grow up, Dory?” asked a young crab.
“Me?” Dory asked, pointing her fin at her chest. “Um, I don’t know ...,” she said, her big eyes shifting downward. The kids immediately quieted; they were surprised by Dory’s answer. “My family?” she continued. “Uh, where are they?” Dory turned and stared out at the open water, lost in thought. Something in that conversation had jogged her foggy memory. But she could never hold on to those thoughts for very long. When the water ceased to hold her attention, she turned to see Nemo’s entire class staring at her.
“Can I help you?” she asked. They giggled. “I’m sorry.” Dory was embarrassed. “Did I forget again? You see, I suffer from —”
The class chimed in together, “Short-term memory loss.”
“What’s it like having short-term memory loss?” asked Chickenfish.
“Good question,” Dory answered. She thought for a moment, then tried to explain. “Well, like, for instance, if I’m thinking about ... say, kelp, and then all of a sudden — What? And even though I just had the kelp in my head ... I ... See, I ... I don’t even know what I said just now, to tell you the example. Let’s just say it’s kelp.”
The class stared at Dory, bewildered, as she continued. She was forgetting right before their very eyes. “You say something about kelp and I’m like, what about kelp? But you’re saying, ‘You brought it up.’ I’m like ... okay, that’s gone now, too. I don’t even know what we were just saying. See, that’s my problem ... in a nutshell.”
“Aw, that’s so sad,” said one young fish.
Dory smiled. “I try not to dwell on it,” she said genuinely.
Mr. Ray jumped in, eager to move on. “Okay, kids, enough discussion. Climb aboard, explorers! I feel a migration song coming on!” He held a note as he sang, “Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh —”
He continued to sing a migration song as he carried the class on his back. Dory sang along, swimming next to Mr. Ray. When they reached the edge of the reef, the students jumped off and he reminded them to stay away from the edge.
The class settled down and waited expectantly. “Now I need everyone to listen to me,” started Mr. Ray.
“All right, listen up!” said Dory, continuing to repeat Mr. Ray’s words.
“When the rays pass through here — what do we have to be careful of?” asked Mr. Ray.
“Everybody has to be careful of what? Hmm?” echoed Dory.
“The undertow!” the students answered.
“That’s right!” said Mr. Ray.
“That’s right, the under —” Dory said, stopping suddenly. “The undertow?” she said to herself. “I’ve heard that before.” Dory was so focused on the word that even as Mr. Ray continued, his voice began to fade. Soon she didn’t hear him at all.
“Mr. Ray!” squealed Nemo, raising his fin. “So how do the stingrays all know where to go?” he asked.
“That’s what instinct is, Nemo,” answered Mr. Ray. “Something deep inside you that feels so familiar that you have to listen to it — like a song you’ve always known.” Mr. Ray perked up and held a fin to his ear. “And I can hear mine now!”
In the distance, they heard the sound of a many voices, singing as one. It was like a choir singing a beautiful song. As the stingrays swam closer, the choir became louder and louder. Everyone watched, amazed. The massive school of rays gracefully swam and sang in perfect harmony. It was an awesome sight!
The sea grass bent, pulled by the strength of the massive current created by the flapping of the rays’ fins. But Dory just stared at the swaying grass. The way it moved reminded her of something. She slowly approached it, as if in a trance. Then inside her mind, she heard a pair of faraway, frightened voices saying “Watch out, kelpcake!” and “You have to stay away from the undertow!”
“The undertow,” Dory said again, repeating that strangely familiar word. She drifted closer and closer to the rays and, all of a sudden, she was pulled into the undertow! She screamed as her body twirled and twisted — the whirling water was completely overtaking her!
“DORY!” shouted Nemo. She continued to scream as she moved farther and farther away from Nemo and the rest of the class.
FLASH! Suddenly a lightning fast clip of a memory played through her mind. She remembered being pulled away from her parents as they called her name. She heard their voices clearly shouting again and again. Then everything went black.
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