The Secrets of Droon 1 : The Hidden Stairs and the Magic Carpet
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Eric Hinkle ran past his mother on his way through the kitchen.
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He was heading to the back door.
±×´Â µÞ¹®À» ÇâÇØ °¡°í ÀÖ¾ú´Ù.
"Neal and I are going to play soccer in the yard" he said.
"´Ò°ú Àú´Â ¸¶´ç¿¡¼ Ã౸¸¦ ÇÒ °Å¿¡¿ä." ÇÏ°í ±×°¡ ¸»Çß´Ù.
"Julie's coming,too. Gotta go."
"ÁÙ¸®µµ ¿Ã°Å¿¡¿ä. °¥°Ô¿ä."
"Stop." His mother blocked the door.
"Àá±ñ¸¸."ÇÏ°í ±×ÀÇ ¾î¸Ó´Ï°¡ ¹®À» °¡·Î¸·¾Ò´Ù.
"Didn't you forget something, Eric?"
"³Ê ¹º°¡ ÀØÁö ¾Ê¾Ò´Ï, ¿¡¸¯?"
She held out her hand.
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She was holding empty garbage bags.
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Eric looked at his mother.
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He looked at the garbage bags.
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All of a sudden, he re-membered
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"Oh, no! Iforgot about the basement!"
"¿À, ÀÌ·±! ÁöÇϽÇÀ» Àؾî¹ö·ÈÀݾÆ!"
Knock, knock. Eric sighed.
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He pulled the door open.
±×´Â ¹®À» ´ç°Ü¼ ¿¾ú´Ù.
Neal Kroger stepped into the kitchen.
´Ò Å©·Î°Å´Â ºÎ¾ý ¾È¿¡ µé¾î¿Ô´Ù.
Neal liced at the end of Eric's street.
´ÒÀº ¿¡¸¯ÀÌ »ç´Â °Å¸®ÀÇ ³¡¿¡ »ì°í ÀÖ¾ú´Ù.
He was Eric's best friend.
±×´Â ¿¡¸¯ÀÇ °¡Àå Ä£ÇÑ Ä£±¸¿´´Ù.
"Hey, what's up?" Neal asked.
"¾ê, ¹«½¼ ÀÏÀÌ´Ï?" ´ÒÀÌ ¹°¾ú´Ù.
"Ihave to clean the basement," Eric grumbled.
"³ª ÁöÇÏ½Ç Ã»¼ÒÇؾߵÅ,"ÇÏ°í ¿¡¸¯ÀÌ Åõ´ú´ò´Ù.
Mrs. Hinkle gave Eric the garbage bags.
ÈþŬ ºÎÀÎÀº ¿¡¸¯¿¡°Ô ¾²·¹±âºÀÁö¸¦ ÁÖ¾ú´Ù.
"You know your father wants to start re-modeling the basement soon.
³Êµµ ¾Ë´Ù½ÃÇÇ ¾Æ¹öÁö²²¼ °ð ÁöÇϽÇÀ» ¸®¸ðµ¨¸µÇÏ°í ½Í¾îÇϽŴܴÙ.
This was sup-posed to be your special job."
ÀÌ°Ç ³ÊÀÇ Æ¯º°ÇÑ ÀÓ¹«·Î ÁÖ¾îÁø °Å¾ß."
Neal made a face at Eric. "That doesn't sound like much fun."
´ÒÀº ¿¡¸¯À» ¹Ù¶óº¸°í ÀλóÀ» ÂîǪ·È´Ù. "±×°Å ±×¸® Àç¹ÌÀ־ÀÌÁö ¾Ê´Âµ¥."
"According to my dad, it's not sup-posed to be fun," Eric replied.
"¿ì¸® ¾Æºü ¸»¾¸¿¡ ÀÇÇϸé, ±×°Ç Àç¹ÌÀÖÁö ¾ÊÀ»°Å¾ß," ÇÏ°í ¿¡¸¯ÀÌ ´ë´äÇß´Ù.
"It's sup-posed to be done."
"¿ø·¡´Â ¹ú½á ´Ù Çسõ¾Ò¾î¾ß ÇØ."
"Give it two hours," Mrs. Hinkle said.
"µÎ ½Ã°£À» ÁÖ¸¶,"ÇÏ°í ÈþŬ ºÎÀÎÀÌ ¸»Çß´Ù.
She pointed to the clock. it was two o'clock.
±×³à´Â º®½Ã°è¸¦ °¡¸®Ä×´Ù. 2½Ã Á¤°¢À̾ú´Ù.
"Two whole hours?" Eric headed for the basement door.
"µÎ½Ã°£ µ¿¾È ³»³»¿ä?" ¿¡¸¯ÀÌ ÁöÇÏ½Ç ¹®À» °¡¸®Ä×´Ù.
"Hey, I'll help," said Neal.
"¾ê, ³»°¡ µµ¿ÍÁÙ°Ô,"ÇÏ°í ´ÒÀÌ ¸»Çß´Ù.
"We'll be sort of a team. Maybe we'll find some cool stuff."
"¿ì¸®´Â ÀÏÁ¾ÀÇ ÆÀ°°Àº°Ô µÉ°Å¾ß. ¾Æ¸¶ ¿ì¸° Àç¹Õ´Â ¹º°¡¸¦ ¹ß°ßÇÒ Áöµµ ¸ð¸£Áö."
Eric smiled.
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Neal is a true friend, he thought.
±×°¡ »ý°¢Çϱ⿡, ´ÒÀº ÁøÁ¤ÇÑ Ä£±¸¿´´Ù.
He'll even help clean up junk.
±×´Â ¾²·¹±â Ä¡¿ì´Â ÀÏÀ» µ½±â±îÁö ÇÒ °ÍÀÌ´Ù.
"Okay. Come on."
"±×·¡, ½ÃÀÛÇÏÀÚ."
Eric flicked on the light.
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The two boys tramped down to the basement.
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On the right side of the stairs was the playroom.
°è´Ü ¿À¸¥ÂÊ¿¡´Â ³îÀ̹æÀÌ ÀÖ¾ú´Ù.
It had paneling on the walls, bookcases, a toy chest, a big sofa, and even a television.
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"This looks pretty clean," Neal said, peeking in.
"ÀÌ°Å ¸Å¿ì ±ú²ýÇØ º¸À̴µ¥," ´ÒÀÌ ¾ÈÀ» µé¿©´Ùº¸¸ç ¸»Çß´Ù.
"if my basement was like this, I'd live down here."
"¸¸¾à¿¡ ¿ì¸®Áý ÁöÇϽÇÀÌ ÀÌ·¸´Ù¸é, ³ª´Â ³»·Á¿Í¼ »ìÅÙµ¥."
Eric liked the palyroom, too.
¿¡¸¯µµ ³îÀ̹æÀ» ÁÁ¾ÆÇß´Ù.
It was a great place to hang out on rainy days.
±×°÷Àº ºñ¿À´Â ³¯¿¡ ¸Ó¹°·¯ ÀÖ±â ÁÁÀº °÷À̾ú´Ù.
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