This is just for the people who hate Dora. One shot. Don't take this super seriously.
5:00A.M.-Dora's House.
I trudge up to the door, my AK-47 in one hand and the grenade in the other. I kick the wood to unfold the sound of unlocking hatches. The door opens to a cheery faced mother.
"Well he-"
She has a bullet or ten in her head before she falls to the ground. I walk in, stepping on the corpses arm, and search the place to Dora. Jeez, did those producers have to reveal where she lived on TV? I kick a door open to a dad, screaming before I shoot him, like, twenty times out of pure annoyance. If the producers of Dora the Explorer put where she lived, why not just say what room she lives in? I walk around, breaking stuff, before I kick another door open to a girl's room. I look around and spot the lower sheets ruffling to a silver-like monkey. I know this monkey as Boots, the monkey with red boots. That's why I drag him out and start beating him with the butt of the gun.
"Monkeys-can't-talk!" I grunt every third blow.
Soon, he's bleeding all over the floor. The door squeaks and I turn to a little girl in the doorway, staring in horror at the bleeding monkey on the floor with multiple blows to the cranium. This girl is Dora. I rush over and clobber her, swinging out a knife and stabbing her to death before shooting her long dead corpse in celebration and disrespect. I would just bury her and be done, but I had coffee this morning. I run out with a series of woops and hollers before turning back, ripping out the grenade pin with my teeth and chucking it into the house. All evidence that I was there is now destroyed except one: the house was right next to the police department near the asylum.
Moral
Don't have so much coffee that your oblivious to buildings around you.
