Hiro dashed for the warehouse¹ door, clutching the petri dish. He didn't know who was controlling the microbots, but he knew they were behaving more like deadly insects than bots that were created to benefit mankind. Hiro looked over his shoulder and saw Baymax slowly waddling² behind him. A wave of microbots was right on his tail. "Oh, come on!" Hiro yelled.

"I am not fast," Baymax said.

"Yeah, no kidding," Hiro said as he ran back and grabbed Baymax by the arm. "Go! Go!" Hiro told him until they had finally reached the door. Hiro pulled on it, then remembered it was locked. "Come on, kick it down!" he said to Baymax. "Punch it!"

In what seemed like slow motion, Baymax kicked the door. It was like a balloon hitting a brick wall. Hiro hung his head. But there was no time to mope. He jumped into some service tunnels under the floor and pulled Baymax in after him.

"Come on! Come on!" Hiro said, leading Baymax up the service tunnels to the second floor. They jumped out and headed for the window they had come in through. But again, Baymax got stuck.

Exasperated³, Hiro looked back and saw a tall, dark figure in a white-and-red Kabuki mask. He was lurking⁴ in the shadows. It was impossible, but he seemed to be directing the microbots. The masked man must somehow have a neural⁵ transmitter as well!

Hiro was desperate now. He tried to shove Baymax through the window, yelling, "Come on! Suck it in!" But Baymax only flipped⁶ over, leaving Hiro dangling⁷ outside.

Suddenly, the microbots hit Baymax's face and upper body, riddling⁸ him with tiny holes. Like a punctured⁹ balloon, Baymax began to deflate, and the force of the escaping air jetted him and Hiro toward the ground with a whoosh¹⁰!

Baymax cradled Hiro as they fell, his body absorbing the blow when they hit the pavement. They scrambled¹¹ to their feet. "Come on! Let's get out of here! Go! Hurry!"

They ran for their lives. To Hiro's relief, he saw the lights of a police station up ahead. "Go this way!" he yelled to Baymax.

Hiro dragged Baymax inside the station and caught his breath. He gathered his thoughts and walked over to a policeman behind a desk. After twenty minutes of conversation with the sergeant¹², the officer said, "All right, let me get this straight: a man with a Kabuki mask attacked you with an army of miniature flying robots?"

"Microbots," Hiro replied, nodding. "He was controlling them telepathically with a neurocranial transmitter."

The officer scratched his head. "So Mr. Kabuki was using ESP to attack you and balloon man over here?"

"He's a robot," Hiro said as Baymax reached for a piece of tape from the dispenser on the officer's desk. The robot's internal motors tried to re-inflate him, but the microbots had punched too many holes in his vinyl skin. The air coming out the holes made a high, squeaky sound. Baymax covered one hole with the tape and started the process over again.

"Did you file a report when your flying robots were stolen?" the officer asked, moving the tape dispenser closer to Baymax. The noises coming from Baymax changed pitch with every hole he patched.

"No!" Hiro replied. "I thought they were all destroyed. Look, I know it sounds nuts, but Baymax was there, too." He turned to Baymax and said, "Tell him!"

"Yes, Officer, it's truuuuuue." Baymax was suddenly slurring¹³ his words.

"What the—?" Hiro said, looking at Baymax. "What's wrong with you?"

"Loooowww ... baaatterryy ... ," Baymax replied. Hiro looked at him closely and saw that the robot's eye lenses were having difficulty focusing. Baymax was starting to sway.

Hiro took hold of his arm and tried to steady him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Try to keep it home."

"I'm health care!" Baymax shouted. "Your personal Baymax companion!"

The sergeant had seen enough. "Kid," he said, "how about we call your parents and get them down here." He turned in his swivel chair and grabbed a notepad. "Just write your name and number down here ..."

But by the time he turned around, Hiro and Baymax were gone. All that was left was a long piece of tape that stretched from the sergeant's desk to the precinct door.

 

小宏抓着培养皿，冲向仓库大门。他不知道是谁在控制这些微型机器人，但他知道它们看起来更像是致命的昆虫而不是用来造福人类的机器人。小宏回头看了看，发现大白正在他身后缓慢地蹒跚而行。一群微型机器人正追在他屁股后面。“哦，快点！”小宏大喊道。

“我跑不快，”大白说。

“是啊，别开玩笑了。”小宏说着跑回去抓住大白的胳膊。“快走！快走！”小宏一直催促着大白，直到他们跑到门口。他拉了拉门，随即便想起来门是锁着的。“快点，把门踢倒！”他对大白说道，“出拳！”

大白踢门时看起来就像慢动作，像是气球在击打砖墙。小宏低下了头，可是已经没有时间让他郁闷了。小宏跳进地板下的作业隧道，转身把大白也拉了进来。

“快点！快点！”小宏一边说一边领着大白顺着作业隧道跑到了二楼。他们跳出作业隧道，朝着刚才进来的窗户跑去。可大白又一次被卡在了那里。

恼怒的小宏回头看时，发现了一个高高的黑色身影，他戴着红白相间的歌舞伎面具，潜藏在阴影中。看似不可思议，可确实是他在操控着那些微型机器人。那个戴面具的男人一定也有一个神经传导器！

小宏有些绝望。他努力把大白猛推出窗外，大喊着：“快点！快挤进去！”可大白又从窗外翻转了回来，让小宏摇摇晃晃地悬挂在了窗外。

突然，那些微型机器人击中了大白的脸和上身，打得他满是细小的孔洞。就像被刺穿的气球一样，大白开始放气缩小，放出气体时产生的推力把他和小宏呼地一下飞快地推向了地面。

在下跌的过程中，大白把小宏抱在了怀里，用自己的身体缓冲了他们摔在人行道上的冲力。他们仓促地爬了起来。“快跑！我们快点离开这里！快！快跑！”

他们拼了命地跑着。让小宏感到安心的是，他看到前面有警察局的灯光。“这边跑！”他对大白喊道。

小宏把大白拖进了警察局，缓了一口气，整理了一下自己的思绪，向桌子后面的警察走去。与警官谈了二十分钟后，警官说道：“好吧，让我先理理清楚：一个戴着歌舞伎面具的男人，用会飞的微型机器人大军攻击了你？”

“微型机器人，”小宏点着头答道，“他是通过头上的神经传导器发射心电感应控制那些微型机器人的。”

警官抓了抓头：“也就是说歌舞伎先生使用超感觉力袭击了你和那边的那个气球人？

“他是个机器人。”小宏说这话时，大白正从警官桌子上的胶带座上扯下一块胶带。他的内置发动机尝试给他充气，可是微型机器人在他的乙烯基皮肤上戳了太多的小洞。气体从小洞里跑出来发出了尖厉的吱吱声。大白用胶带粘住一个洞，又重复这一过程去补其他的洞。

“你的飞行机器人被偷以后，你有没有报警呢？”警官问道并把胶带座向大白推近一些。随着大白把每个小洞都打上补丁，跑气发出的声调在不断地改变着。

“没有！”小宏回答道，“我当时以为它们全都被烧毁了。听着，我知道这听起来很疯狂，可大白当时也在那。”他转向大白说道：“告诉他！”

“是这样的，警官，这是真真真的。”大白突然发音含糊。

“怎么……？”小宏看着大白说道，“你怎么了？”

“电电电……量低低……”大白回答道。小宏凑近他看，发现机器人的眼睛镜片连聚焦都困难了。大白开始摇摆起来。

小宏扶着他的胳膊，想稳住他：“哇哦，哇哦，哇哦。尽量坚持。”

“我是健康助手！”大白喊道。“你的私人顾问大白！”

警官看够了。“孩子，”他说道，“我还是打个电话让你家长来一趟比较好。”他把自己的转椅转过去，抓起一本记事簿。“把你的名字和家庭电话写在这里……”

可等他再转过来时，小宏和大白都已经走了，只剩下一长段胶条从警官桌子上延伸到警区门口。

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