It was a typical day in Caillou's neighborhood. Kids were running around without parents and subsequently getting raped and killed, the progressive idiots were running around telling people about how LGBT people are better than everyone else and how we need a 1WERLD GUMM1NT (-_-), and Caillou was in the house, talking to nobody in particular.

"Hello. My name is Ka-i-you. I am going to destroy the Funai headquarters, even though there is no reason to be against Funai since all they do is make TVs like Samsung and Panasonic," he announced, in his monotone David voice. "But first, I must steal my Dad's BMW."

So, he walked to the garage.

The "BMW" looked like any other car, thanks to GoAnimate being dickish as usual. Caillou got in and revved up the engine before driving off. The only sound effect for the car repeated over and over as Caillou drove past schools and courthouses. The car looked so tiny. That, or the fence was really tall.

"Yay. I am going really fast up to 100 miles per hour," he said, fist pumping the air with both arms, no longer making any attempt to steer. He put a cassette in, since the car was nearly twenty years old. To his delight, it was a KISS tape.

Meanwhile, Mr. Hinkle was in his backyard, grilling some shit or whatever. A car suddenly smashed through the fence and knocked over his grill.

"What the..." Mr. Hinkle popped his eyes. "Hey. Come back here right now." He ran after the car.

Caillou drove through downtown with KISS blasting, completely unaware he was being chased. Mr. Hinkle was completely out of breath by the time the car that ruined his steak dinner had made it into another neighborhood. At the last intersection before the suburb, he said, "That is it. I am calling the police."

He reached for his phone, but it slipped from his sweaty hands into a rain gutter. There was a pay phone across the street. Hopefully it still worked.

911 was dialed. "Hello, police? A car being driven by a bald four-year-old boy in a yellow shirt, blue shorts, and red shoes recklessly sped through my backyard, damaged my fence, and knocked over my grill while I was cooking."

"Wait, hold on a minute. How do you know it was a four-year-old, and how do you know he was wearing blue shorts and red shoes?" asked the dispatcher suspiciously.

There was a long silence from both of them.

Meanwhile, Caillou had a realization. "I cannot destroy Funai alone. That's it. I must pick up Dora." He turned around, back to where Dora lived about ten houses or so back.