Hola! So, this is NOT the story for you if you're genuinely concerned for Dora's well-being. That's all I'm saying on that.
Disclaimer: This actually belongs to the Kapelle/OMA group of my choir pop show. They won the competition :)
Copyright: I own nothing. Really.
Dora the explorer, along with a snobby rich girl, a karate master, a grandma, a teenage girl, and a few other people were on a plane flying over the Nevada desert, talking to map, earning strange looks from the others. The captain's voice came over the speakers. "Attention passengers, please buckle your seat belts and lock your seats in the appropriate upright position, we will be experiencing some slight turbulence." There was a huge jolt. "Uh-oh...um...PLEASE PREPARE FOR A CRASH LANDING!" They began rapidly falling out if the sky. Then it all went dark.
Day 1. Situation: Well...this sucks.
They all slowly came to, covered in dirt, sweat and various cuts and bruises. They began freaking out in various fashions. "OH MY GOD I CRASHED A PLANE!"
"My hip!"
"I BROKE A NAAAAAIL!"
Dora herself was grinning excitedly. This was just another adventure! She hoped Swiper wouldn't show up.
"Guys!" The teenager said as they slowly stood up, readjusting her hipster type glasses. "Lets just calm down. We're alive."
"BUT IT'S HOT AND I NEED MY FIJI WATEEEER!"
The teenager ignored that. "Now, someone has to go and scout the area...NOSE GOES!" Dora had no idea what nose goes was, so she stood awkwardly in the back. Everyone else put their finger on their nose. "RELOAD!" They all snakes their ankle then brought their finger back up. They started arguing about who was last when Dora pushed through.
"It's okay guys, I'll do it! I love exploring!" She grinned.
"One of the guys should do it." The rich girl whined.
"Ladies first!" The pilot replied quickly.
"Uuugh! I wish the Cardashians were here!"
"THE CARDASHIANS!?"
"Hey! Kate, Kim, and Chloe are, like, my heroes!"
The grandma slowly made her way through. "No, we need a real hero!"
And that's when the singing started.
Girls:
Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need!
All:
I need a hero!
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.
He's gotta be strong,
And he's gotta be fast,
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight...
I need a hero!
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light.
He's gotta be sure,
And it's gotta be soon,
And he's gotta be larger than life...
"I need a hero!" They struck their ending poses. Suddenly, a Native American ran in, making strange calls.
"What? Who are you?"
"I am the one who comes from the highest of towers! The colors of the wind have led me here!"
"Hail traveler!" The karate master said.
"I have come to lead you out of the desert!"
"YAY!"
"I dunno." The teenage girl said. "I don't trust him." The others ignored her, and they began walking, following the Indian.
"Remember: Don't drink the cactus juice." He warned.
So, yeah. This will be relatively short, maybe five chapters. There will be a few more songs, though, because it's from a choir show. We sing.
Question of the day: Choir or Band?
Remember: You're all beautiful!
~WolfyBD