作者：美国迪士尼公司
出版社：华东理工大学出版社
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迪士尼大电影双语阅读.超人总动员 The Incredibles试读：
Mr. Incredible
Mr. Incredible, also known as Bob Parr, is a superhero with great strength and durability. His strength is of such dimensions that he can single-handedly lift a semi-truck with little difficulty. He was shocked to discover that his number one fan, Buddy, had reformed himself as the villain Syndrome. It was not until Syndrome threatened the family’s lives that Bob realized that his family was his greatest treasure.
超能先生
超能先生，又名巴柏波，是一位具有超强力量和耐力的超级英雄。他力大无穷，可以轻松地单手举起一辆小型卡车。有一次，他惊讶地发现他的头号粉丝——小布，变成了恶棍
超劲先生
。直到超劲先生威胁到全家人的性命，柏波才明白家人才是他最大的财富。Elastigirl
Elastigirl, known as Helen, is Mr. Incredible’s wife. She can stretch any part of her body up to 34 m and can be 1 mm thin. She can also reshape her body in a variety of ways. Since her marriage to Bob, Helen has become a dedicated spouse and mother, although she is frustrated with her husband’s continuing dreams of glory.
弹力女超人
弹力女超人，又名荷莉，是超能先生的妻子。她可以随意伸展身体的任何部分，最长可达34米，最薄可达1毫米。她也可以将身体变成各种形状。自从嫁给超能先生后，荷莉潜心相夫教子，尽管她对丈夫仍想成就光辉事业的梦想感到沮丧。
Dash Parr
Dash is a speedster. His speed allows him to be able to run over water without submerging. Dash would like to go out for sports, but his mother Helen will not allow it because she thinks that he would show off his superspeed and blow the family’s civilian cover.
巴小飞
小飞是个飞毛腿。他速度超快，甚至能在水面上飞跑而不会沉入水里。小飞很想参加户外运动，但他的母亲荷莉不允许，因为她认为小飞在运动的时候会炫耀他的超速度，从而暴露他们的超人身份。
Violet Parr
Violet is a junior high school teenager. Her superpowers allow her to turn instantly invisible, and to generate spherical force fields to protect herself. She is spurred on by Helen’s encouragement that she has more power than she realizes. In the end, Violet sheds her shyness and ends up at the confident side.
巴小丽
巴小丽是一名初中生。她的超能力能让她立刻隐形，而且还能制造球形力场来保护自己。在荷莉的鼓励下，她发挥出连她自己都意想不到的超能力。最终，巴小丽扔掉羞怯，重拾信心。
Frozone
Frozone is Bob Parr’s best friend, and was the best man at Bob and Helen’s wedding. He can create ice and freeze objects by using the moisture in the air. Frequently relives the “glory days” with Mr. Incredible, though he is reluctant to take more direct action.
冰条侠
冰条侠是超能先生巴柏波最要好的朋友，也是柏波和荷莉结婚时的伴郎。冰条侠可以借助空气中的水分创造冰，将物体冻住。他常常和超能先生一起重温那些“光辉岁月”，但他并不情愿采取直接行动。
Syndrome
Syndrome is Mr. Incredible’s number one fan, but he grows up to hate him due to the fact that Mr. Incredible wouldn’t let him become his sidekick. He has no superhuman powers, but he is incredibly intelligent, making him a super in his own right. He has invented numerous weapons, which he sold to black market buyers to make himself rich.超劲先生
超劲先生是超能先生的头号粉丝，但因为超能先生不接受他做助手而怀恨在心。他不具备超能力，但聪明绝顶，这使他在某种程度上异于常人。他发明了无数武器，靠兜售武器给黑市买家而大发其财。The Incredibles were ready!超能家族已经准备好了！
Chapter 1
The sun was just beginning to set over the city of Municiburg. A powerfully built, handsome blond bachelor wearing a tuxedo maneuvered his sporty little car through the streets of the city, listening to the radio. He was on his way to a very important appointment, when suddenly —
“We interrupt for an important bulletin!” The man listened for details. A high-speed car chase between police and gunmen was in progress on San Pablo Boulevard.
Without hesitation, the man punched a button on the dash. The radio immediately converted into an electronic aerial map. The map’s sophisticated radar system locked on two red dots speeding through the city. “Yeah, I’ve got time,” the man decided, giving his watch a glance. He could still make his appointment.
He hit another button, marked AUTODRIVE, and the car began to drive itself. Then he typed MERGE PURSUIT into the controls. The autodrive immediately began to plot a course to intercept the trouble.
Next, the seat backs of the car snapped down flat. Two steel bands suddenly wrapped around the man’s waist and slid over his body in opposing directions, removing his clothes to reveal a slick Super suit underneath. He wore a dark mask over his eyes.
The seat backs returned to an upright position. The man in the driver’s seat was none other than Mr. Incredible. And he was ready for action!
Mr. Incredible smiled as his vehicle converted into the sleek futuristic Incredibile. As he hit the turbo button, afterburners flamed and the car rocketed down the street.
Then something caught his eye.
A sweet gray-haired woman was frantically waving at him and pointing at a tree. Mr. Incredible hit the brakes, and the Incredibile stopped on a dime. A darkly tinted window slid down. “What is it, ma’am?”
“My cat, Squeaker, won’t come down,” she cried.
Mr. Incredible glanced up at the wild-eyed Squeaker, who was stubbornly gripping the tree, then at the screen on the dash of the Incredibile. Red dots from the car chase were now headed their way. A blazing car-to-car gun battle would rip down this street within moments.
“I suggest you stand clear,” he said to the cat’s owner. “There could be trouble.”
Suddenly, the squeal of screeching tires could be heard. The headlights of the cars were moving toward them fast. In one sweeping motion, Mr. Incredible tore the enormous tree out of the ground and gently shook Squeaker into his owner’s outstretched arms. Then he slammed the tree onto the hood of the oncoming car, stopping the criminals in their tracks.
As he carefully replanted the tree, Mr. Incredible accepted the usual thanks from the police. “Just here to help,” he said, giving each of them a nod. “Officers, ma’am ... Squeaker.” He was about to leave the scene when the radio began to blare, “Tour bus robbery in the vicinity of Howard and Chase streets.”
Mr. Incredible looked at his watch again. I’ve still got time, he thought, deciding to take the call. He jumped into the Incredibile, but just before he pulled out, someone in the car said, “Cool! Ready for takeoff!”
Mr. Incredible turned to find a pudgy kid sitting in the passenger seat of the Incredibile.
“Who are you?” Mr. Incredible asked.
“I’m Incrediboy!” the kid answered enthusiastically.
“What? No ...,” Mr. Incredible said as he looked him over. The redheaded kid was wearing a mask and a homemade Super suit. Then Mr. Incredible recognized him.
“Buddy?” he asked.
Buddy, the president of the Mr. Incredible Fan Club, answered with a frown. “My name is INCREDIBOY!”
“Look,” Mr. Incredible said, trying to be patient, “I’ve stood for every photo, signed every scrap of paper, but this is a bit much.”
But Buddy wasn’t listening. “You don’t have to worry about training me,” he answered quickly. “I know all your moves — your crime-fighting style, everything!” The volume of Buddy’s voice suddenly cranked up to ten. “I’m your number one fan!” he yelled.
Suddenly, the door of the Incredibile whooshed open, ejecting an angry Incrediboy onto the side of the road.
Mr. Incredible hit the afterburners and peeled out.
Chapter 2
The bus robber was hiding on a rooftop, rooting through a stolen purse. The crook never saw Mr. Incredible’s shadow looming over him.
“You can tell a lot about a woman by the contents of her purse. But maybe that’s not what you had in mind,” Mr. Incredible said. The crook pulled a gun and backed away from the formidable hero. Whack! A punch seemed to come from nowhere, dropping the thief.
But the punch hadn’t come from Mr. Incredible. Mr. Incredible looked over his shoulder. Then he smiled. A dazzling masked woman smiled back. “Elastigirl,” he said knowingly. “Mr. Incredible,” she replied as she stretched out an arm to lift the thug to his feet. “It’s all right,” he told her. “I’ve got him.” “Sure you’ve got him,” she said, snapping her arm back. “I just took him out for you.” The two heroes stepped back and playfully argued about who would take the bus robber in. “We could share, you know,” she said, stretching toward him with graceful ease.
“I work alone,” Mr. Incredible said coolly.
“Well,” Elastigirl said, looping herself around him in one fluid motion, “I think you need to be more ... flexible.”
“You doing anything later?” Mr. Incredible asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I have a previous engagement,” she whispered pointedly as she stretched across the rooftops and disappeared.
Mr. Incredible watched in admiration as the beautiful Super woman left. Then he turned his attention back to the bus robber and handcuffed him.
The crack of gunfire filled the air as a black helicopter armed to the teeth buzzed the rooftops, zooming away from something — or someone.
Mr. Incredible looked up. “Frozone,” he said with a smile.
Frozone swooped down, traveling on sheets of ice he threw from rooftop to rooftop. A fellow Super, Frozone could create ice from the moisture in the air. Ice bolts shot from his palm as he chased the fleeing helicopter.
Frozone noticed Mr. Incredible as he passed. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” he shouted.
Mr. Incredible yelled back. “Hey ... I’ve still got time!”
The sound of a woman’s scream caught Mr. Incredible’s attention. He turned to see someone pointing to the top of a giant skyscraper. A man on a ledge was about to jump. A crowd was quickly forming in the street.
The crowd gasped as the man stepped off the ledge and tumbled toward the pavement.
Mr. Incredible burst into action with a calculated jump from the roof of a lower building. He tackled the jumper in midair and sailed across the street, crashing through a window. In a shower of glass, they landed in the empty lobby of a bank.
“I think you broke something,” the jumper moaned.
“With counseling, I think you’ll come to forgive me,” Mr. Incredible told him. Then his crime sense kicked in. Something was wrong.
He was taking a look around the bank when suddenly there was a booming explosion. A huge safe door flew through the air and landed on Mr. Incredible, pinning him to the ground. Out of the smoke and rubble stepped Bomb Voyage, a super villain from France. It seemed Mr. Incredible had stumbled into a bank robbery in progress.
Mr. Incredible rolled the safe door aside. “Bomb Voyage!” He stepped forward to stop the villain.
“Monsieur Incroyable,” replied the notorious thief.
“And Incrediboy!” said a voice from behind Mr. Incredible.
“Incrediboy?” Bomb Voyage mocked.
Buddy was back. Flashing his homemade rocket boots, he asked Mr. Incredible, “Aren’t you curious how I get around so fast?”
“Go home, Buddy,” Mr. Incredible told him.
“This is because I don’t have powers, isn’t it?” Buddy said angrily. “You can be Super without them. I invented these.” Buddy lifted one of his rocket boots so Mr. Incredible could get a better look. “I can fly! Can you fly?”
“Fly home, Buddy,” Mr. Incredible told him. “I work alone.”
“I’ll show you,” Buddy insisted. “I’ll go get the police!”
But Bomb Voyage wasn’t about to let either of them ruin his day. As Buddy dashed for the shattered window, Bomb Voyage secretly clipped a small bomb to Buddy’s cape.
Mr. Incredible spotted the bomb. He raced after Buddy and grabbed the cape, yelling, “Buddy, don’t!” But it was too late. Buddy jumped, activating his rocket boots in a shower of sparks and lifting Mr. Incredible into the air with him.
Mr. Incredible fought to get hold of the bomb as he and Buddy streaked across the sky.
“Let go!” Buddy shouted. “You’re wrecking my flight pattern!”
Mr. Incredible reached the bomb and tore it from Buddy’s cape. The bomb fell, as did Mr. Incredible. Both landed on the tracks of an elevated train. The bomb exploded. The blast ripped through a huge section of track just as a train was approaching. Mr. Incredible had to stop the train before it came to the missing tracks!
Using his Super strength, Mr. Incredible held his body up against the oncoming train. Screeeeeeeee! The sound of screeching metal filled the air as Mr. Incredible used every ounce of his Super strength to halt the train.
Chapter 3
Thanks to Mr. Incredible, the train was stopped and no one was seriously hurt. Mr. Incredible had Buddy by the back of the neck. “Take this one home,” he said to a police officer, “and make sure his mom knows what he’s been doing.”
“You’re making a mistake,” Buddy protested. “I could help you!”
Mr. Incredible told the police about the injured jumper and the bank robbery. “The blast in that building was caused by Bomb Voyage. We might be able to nab him if we set up a perimeter.”
“You mean he got away?” an officer asked.
“Well, yeah,” Mr. Incredible answered, nodding at Buddy. “Skippy here made sure of that.”
“Incrediboy!” Buddy said again.
Mr. Incredible turned to Buddy. “You’re not affiliated with me!”
A tiny alarm sounded. Mr. Incredible checked his watch. “Holy smokes! I’m late!” he said. “Listen, I have to be somewhere.” He signaled the Incredibile, and the futuristic vehicle came roaring around the corner and up to its owner.
“But what about Bomb Voyage?” asked one of the officers.
“Any other night I’d go after him myself,” Mr. Incredible answered as he climbed into the car. “But I’ve really gotta go. Don’t worry, we’ll get him eventually!”
Mr. Incredible fired the afterburners and sped off.
“You’re very late,” Frozone said flatly. Mr. Incredible fumbled with his bow tie. “How do I look?” he asked.
“The mask!” Frozone said, stopping him. “You’ve still got the mask on!”
Frozone pulled the mask off Mr. Incredible. Mr. Incredible took a deep breath and pushed open the chapel doors. Smartly dressed in a black tuxedo again, he took a step down the aisle of the large cathedral.
Frozone, his best man, followed him.
They walked to the altar, where Mr. Incredible’s beautiful bride was waiting. The ceremony began. “Bob Parr, will you have this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
His wife-to-be, Elastigirl, also known as Helen, whispered, “Cutting it kind of close, don’t you think?”
Mr. Incredible smiled. “You need to be more ... flexible,” he replied with a wink.
The ceremony concluded, “As long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” answered Mr. Incredible, taking Elastigirl in his arms. The crowd of Supers in the cathedral stood up and cheered.
“As long as we both shall live,” Elastigirl promised. “No matter what happens.”
“We’re Supers,” Mr. Incredible said confidently. “What could happen?”
“This flash from the news desk: In a stunning turn of events, a Super is being sued for saving someone who, apparently, did not want to be saved. The plaintiff, who was foiled in his attempted suicide by Mr. Incredible, has filed a suit against the famed hero in Superior Court.”
On the crowded steps of the courthouse, a lawyer spoke to the media. “My client didn’t ask to be saved. He didn’t want to be saved,” he said drily.
A masked Mr. Incredible appeared on the courthouse steps in a blue business suit and tie.
“I saved your life!” he said, pointing at his accuser.
“You ruined my death!” the man shouted back.
Five days later, the injured victims of the train accident also filed a suit. Mr. Incredible’s court losses cost the government millions.
Suddenly, it seemed to be open season on Supers everywhere. The newspapers were filled with headlines accusing the Supers of harming, not helping, people. The lawsuits began to pile up.
Even the government turned against them. “It is time for their secret identities to become their only identities,” one congresswoman demanded. “Time for them to join us, or go away.”
There was some protest in favor of the Supers, but finally, under tremendous pressure and a mountain of lawsuits, the government quietly initiated the Super Relocation Program (otherwise known as the SRP). Supers promised never to use their Super powers again, in exchange for anonymity.
The Supers found themselves with new names and identities. From now on, they would live average lives, quietly blending in with the rest of society.
And just like that, the golden age of Supers was over.
Chapter 4
Fifteen years later, Mr. Incredible, now known as Bob Parr, sat in his small cubicle at the Insuricare insurance company, stamping the word DENIED in red ink on everything that passed his desk. His white collar was a bit too tight, his uncomfortable chair a bit too small. Bob Parr, an insurance adjuster, was sixty-four pounds overweight and losing his hair. It was hard to believe he was the man the world had once known as Mr. Incredible.
A frail elderly woman sat in Bob’s cubicle. She held in her hand a piece of paper stamped with red ink.
“Denied?” asked old Mrs. Hogenson, confused and upset. “You’re denying my claim?”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Hogenson,” Bob told her, “but our liability is spelled out in paragraph seventeen.” He was about to explain when the phone interrupted him. It was Helen.
She held the phone in the crook of her neck as she tried to get baby Jack-Jack out of the bath. The mask she had once worn as Elastigirl was gone; her shiny red thigh-high boots had been replaced by a pair of sensible shoes.
“I’m calling to celebrate a momentous occasion!” she said as Jack-Jack squirmed. “We are now officially moved in. I finally unpacked the last box!” The Parrs had moved a number of times since they’d entered the SRP. Helen had high hopes that this move would stick.
“That’s great, honey,” Bob answered, “but I have a client here ...”
“Say no more,” Helen said brightly. “Go save the world one policy at a time. I’ve gotta go pick up the kids from school. See you tonight.”
“Bye, honey,” Bob said into the phone, and then looked at the sad face of Mrs. Hogenson. “Excuse me, where were we?”
Mrs. Hogenson explained that she desperately needed the money from her insurance policy. “If you can’t help me, I don’t know what I’ll do,” she said quietly.
Bob thought for a minute, checked to make sure that the coast was clear outside his cubicle, and then quickly whispered to Mrs. Hogenson every possible loophole she could use to get Insuricare to pay her claim.
“Oh, thank you,” Mrs. Hogenson said gratefully.
Bob gave her a little smile and then told her to pretend to be upset just in case anyone was eavesdropping.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but there’s nothing I can do,” Bob said, loudly enough for people to hear him. Mrs. Hogenson patted Bob’s hand and left the office.
Bob’s boss, Gilbert Huph, a small and mean-spirited man, suddenly barged into Bob’s cubicle.
“Parr!” he yelled. “You authorized payment on the Walker policy?”
“Their policy clearly covers them against —” Bob began.
“I don’t want to know about their coverage! Tell me how you’re keeping Insuricare in the black.” Huph continued angrily. “Tell me how that is possible with you writing checks to every Harry Hardluck and Sally Sobstory that gives you a call.”
Huph stormed off, leaving Bob mute — a typical day at the office.
Chapter 5
Helen Parr had been hoping to pile the kids into her station wagon and get home in time to make dinner. Instead, she was heading to the principal’s office. Dash, the Parrs’ older son, was in trouble again.
Dash had been born with the Super power of lightning-fast speed. But of course, since Supers weren’t supposed to be Super, he was never allowed to use it, and the Parr family had to keep it a secret.
“What’s this about? Has Dash done something wrong?” Helen asked the school principal when she got to the office, where Dash was waiting.
“He put thumbtacks on my stool!” Dash’s fourth-grade teacher, Bernie Kropp, told Helen. “And this time I’ve got him!” Mr. Kropp continued triumphantly. “I hid a camera!”
He dropped a disc into a player. Helen and Dash held their breath and stared at the TV screen. There was Mr. Kropp, about to sit in his chair. He sat ... and screamed. No sign of Dash at all. “See?” Mr. Kropp shouted, replaying it.
The school principal looked at Mr. Kropp. The teacher sounded completely nuts. Helen breathed a sigh of relief.
“Bernie ...,” the principal said.
“Don't ‘Bernie’ me!” Mr. Kropp protested. “This little rat is guilty!”
The principal turned to Helen. “You and your son can go now, Mrs. Parr. I'm sorry for the trouble.”
As Helen hurried Dash out the door, she could hear Bernie Kropp yelling, “You're letting him go again? He's guilty! You can see it on his smug little face! Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!”
“Dash!” Helen exclaimed when she got him into the car. “This is the third time this year you've been sent to the office! We need to find a better outlet.”
Dash slumped in his seat. “Maybe I could, if you'd let me go out for sports,” he muttered glumly.
“Honey,” Helen answered. “You know why we can't do that.”
“But I promise I'll slow up!” Dash offered. “I'll only be the best by a
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