Хильда: Нападение на дом

I am seriously appreciating the coziness in here right now.

aɪ æm ˈsɪriəsli əˈpriʃiˌeɪtɪŋ ðə ˈkoʊzinəs ɪn hir raɪt naʊ.

The Wood Man. He always just comes in without knocking. It's rude!

ðə wʊd mæn. hi ˈɔlˌweɪz ʤɪst kəmz ɪn wɪˈθaʊt ˈnɑkɪŋ. ɪts rud!

It's okay. He probably just wants to get warm. And besides, he brings us wood.

ɪts ˌoʊˈkeɪ. hi ˈprɑbəˌbli ʤɪst wɔnts tɪ gɪt wɔrm. ənd ˌbiˈsaɪdz, hi brɪŋz ˈjuˈɛs wʊd.

It's drafty in here. You should really close that door.

ɪts ˈdræfti ɪn hir. ju ʃʊd ˈrɪli kloʊz ðət dɔr.

Now what? It's another one of those tiny letters.

naʊ wət? ɪts əˈnəðər wən əv ðoʊz ˈtaɪni ˈlɛtərz.

Good grief, this is the sixth one this week.

gʊd grif, ðɪs ɪz ðə sɪksθ wən ðɪs wik.

Is it from the hidden people again?

ɪz ɪt frəm ðə ˈhɪdən ˈpipəl əˈgɛn?

Yes, it is.

jɛs, ɪt ɪz.

Are they still saying we have to move and they're going to smash our house and stuff?

ər ðeɪ stɪl seɪɪŋ wi hæv tɪ muv ənd ðɛr goʊɪŋ tɪ smæʃ ɑr haʊs ənd stəf?

Basically.

ˈbeɪsɪkli.

Who are these people?

hu ər ðiz ˈpipəl?

Well, they're tiny and they don't like us very much.

wɛl, ðɛr ˈtaɪni ənd ðeɪ doʊnt laɪk ˈjuˈɛs ˈvɛri məʧ.

Well, I don't like them.

wɛl, aɪ doʊnt laɪk ðɛm.

"Dear to whom it may concern, please leave us alone! We are nice people, so please stop being mean. All the best, Hilda."

"dɪr tɪ hum ɪt meɪ kənˈsərn, pliz liv ˈjuˈɛs əˈloʊn! wi ər nis ˈpipəl, soʊ pliz stɑp biɪŋ min. ɔl ðə bɛst, ˈhɪldə."

Listen up, little guys. Whoever you are, this one's for you!

ˈlɪsən əp, ˈlɪtəl gaɪz. huˈɛvər ju ər, ðɪs wənz fər ju!

I can't read with all these distractions.

aɪ kænt rɛd wɪθ ɔl ðiz dɪˈstrækʃənz.

Good night to you, too.

gʊd naɪt tɪ ju, tu.

Maybe your note will do the trick.

ˈmeɪbi jʊr noʊt wɪl du ðə trɪk.

Attention, residents! Due to your failure to heed our warnings, we shall now implement your forcible eviction from the premises! Forcible eviction now! Banish the big boots!

əˈtɛnʃən, ˈrɛzɪdənts! du tɪ jʊr ˈfeɪljər tɪ hid ɑr ˈwɔrnɪŋz, wi ʃæl naʊ ˈɪmpləmənt jʊr ˈfɔrsəbəl ɪˈvɪkʃən frəm ðə ˈprɛməsəz! ˈfɔrsəbəl ɪˈvɪkʃən naʊ! ˈbænɪʃ ðə bɪg buts!

What the? Mum! Mum!

wət ðə? məm! məm!

Heave ho, you must go!

hiv hoʊ, ju məst goʊ!

All right. That's enough. Get out! Mum, they're... Oh boy.

ɔl raɪt. ðæts ɪˈnəf. gɪt aʊt! məm, ðɛr... oʊ bɔɪ.

Hilda, we can't stay here, not if this is going to keep happening.

ˈhɪldə, wi kænt steɪ hir, nɑt ɪf ðɪs ɪz goʊɪŋ tɪ kip ˈhæpənɪŋ.

What?

wət?

We've never been attacked like this. I think we'll have to move to Trolberg.

wiv ˈnɛvər bɪn əˈtækt laɪk ðɪs. aɪ θɪŋk wɪl hæv tɪ muv tɪ trolberg.

But we've been here for all time, since I was born!

bət wiv bɪn hir fər ɔl taɪm, sɪns aɪ wɑz bɔrn!

Moving to Trolberg could be a good thing. You could make some proper friends. Wouldn't that be nice?

ˈmuvɪŋ tɪ trolberg kʊd bi ə gʊd θɪŋ. ju kʊd meɪk səm ˈprɑpər frɛndz. ˈwʊdənt ðət bi nis?

No! I love it here in the wilderness. It's literally the best place ever! Please, Mum, I don't want to live in the dirty old city.

noʊ! aɪ ləv ɪt hir ɪn ðə ˈwɪldərnəs. ɪts ˈlɪtərəli ðə bɛst pleɪs ˈɛvər! pliz, məm, aɪ doʊnt wɔnt tɪ lɪv ɪn ðə ˈdərti oʊld ˈsɪti.

I'm sorry, but if one more thing like this happens, we're gone.

əm ˈsɑri, bət ɪf wən mɔr θɪŋ laɪk ðɪs ˈhæpənz, wɪr gɔn.