Dora: Hi, I'm Dora! Do you like venison? Well, take a gander at THIS! (pulls out a .45) This is myyy gun from myyy dad and I can hunt deer with it! Here comes one now! Watch this. (accidentally has the gun pointed the wrong way and shoots herself in the arm, leaving a bloody gash) Owwwww! Oh, crap, this gun's broken! AAAUUURRGGGHH! (throws her gun on the ground and smashes it by jumping on it) Hey! Boooooooooooootttssss!
Boots: (recklessly driving his mom's car through the jungle) DOOOOOO- (crashes into a banana tree, and goes flying out of the car) -RAAAAAAAAAAAHHH?! (lands in some thorny bushes)
Dora: Boots, you suck at driving. Boots, Boots? BOOTS!
Boots: WaaaAAHHHHH! My arm is broken.
Dora: (runs over to pull a crying Boots out of the bushes) Do not worry, I will save you. (gets in Boots' mom's car and buckles them both up) We gotta get you to the hospital. Before driving, I gotta get some heroin in me. (injects herself with heroin) Now that I'm high let's go! (miscalculates the way to the hospital and gets on the interstate) Get outta my way ya (BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPP) You're going too slow!
(Of course, that's not the case here. Dora actually has no idea she's going 127 MPH.)
Dora: Fecal matter is what you are. None of you (beep beep) with me turds. You suck.
Boots: Dora, shut up.
Dora: NO! WHOA! (skids off the interstate and they eventually end up in a strange forest) Where are we?
Map: If there's a place you gotta go...
Boots: Stop! (throws Map over the trees and far away)
Map: (practically in orbit) I'm the one you need to...know?
Dora: This is a better map than Map could ever be. First we...
Boots: My arm hurts!
Dora: So we drink the nearest ocean and then we take a bite of the sun. So-bee now-bee we-be go-bee to-bee to-bee the-bee hospital-bee. Let's go! Build a rocket, I'll get the straw.
Will our heroes survive? See in the next chapter of Dora the Dumb Explorer!