Dora sighed as she stood with her friends on the mountain that they always had trouble finding. Today had been a long day trying to save Tico's birthday cake, but at least they did it. Heh. . . all of this saving the day was starting to take a toll on the little hispanic girl.
"Oh, Dora!" She heard her cow friend, Benny, say. Why could cows talk? Dora had no idea, but she had learned not to question weird stuff like that. "Can I add the sprinkles to the cake now?"
Dora smiled. "Sure thing, Benny!"
"Yay!" Benny exclaimed before tripping over nothing. "Ahh crap! I forgot I don't have hands." The sprinkles went right into Dora's eyes and she screamed in pain.
"My eyes!" She walked backwards, still screaming, and tripped over a rock-falling down a large hole. Dora happened to be holding the cake when she fell, landing on it as she hit a bed of yellow flowers. Her eyes were still burning, so Dora kept them closed tightly.
"Ugh. . . Benny. . . Maldito. . . Coja mi vida. . ." Dora mumbled, rubbing her head as she stood up. She began walking forward, hoping someone would be down here to help her.
"Howdy!" The girl heard a voice at her feet. "I'm Flowey!" What kind of name is that? What is this dude, a flower? Geez. What a loser. Like, get a life man. "Flowey the Flowey!" Ugh, so he is a flower. Dora always hated flowers.
"You must be new to the Underground." She heard Flowey say. "Someone oughtta teach you how these work down here."
Dora flicked the flower off. "Perra cest planta." She continued to walk forward leaving Flowey dumbfounded. Plantcest was clearly the superior ship. At least, Dora thought so.
Dora walked past a big fluffy lady, too. She muttered the same thing she said to Flowey, walking out of the place she had fallen into. Telling everybody how plantcest is better than floweycest.
" A." Dora said as she walked into the seemingly snowy place, wondering what this next adventure would bring. Hopefully plantcest. Gosh, Dora loved plantcest.