Dora and Boots rode their tandem bike down the road. "Park, forest, Coney Island," they chanted four times.

Boots hopped off the bike and cartwheeled alongside it...that is, until he hit a rock and went soaring into the air!

He landed on Dora's head, startling her and causing her to jerk the handlebars to one side, tipping the bike over.

The bike landed funny, and now the back tire was punctured and the wheel was a lopsided shape.

"Dammit, Boots," said Dora, annoyed, "you made me break the bike. Let's look in Backpack."

But when they opened up Backpack, a really bad smell came out.

"EWWWWWWWWWW!" screamed Dora, Boots, and Backpack.

Dora held her nose and looked inside...

"Crap. Perrito took a crap in Backpack."

"What?!" screamed Backpack. "Yuck!"

"Well, that's what you get for trying to suck on your puppy's penis last night," said Boots. Boots had stayed over for supper last night and had gone home before bedtime.

"That's disgusting," said Backpack.

"Okay, I had a joint or two last night and I got a little high, but I didn't mean to rape my dog!" Dora yelled.

Unfortunately, after they cleaned the s#í+ out of the inside of Backpack and disposed of it, she did not have any air pumps or the like, just some energy bars, and some scotch they could have for a snack on the way to Coney Island.

Dora and Boots ended up traveling on foot to Coney Island.

"Okay, we're at the park," said Boots. "What time is it now?"

"It's already 4:30!" And we still have 64 miles to go! We gotta hurry!" Dora had concern in her voice.

But as they were passing the park, Dora got an idea.

Like Map said, there was a great number of civilians picking up trash in the park. Dora tugged on a man's shoulder. "Hey, you want to hear a joke?" she asked him.

"Sure, so what's the joke?" replied the man.

"You know what goes good with doing community service?"

"No, what?"

"DEATH!¡!"

"Wha...?"

Before he could say anything else, Dora swiftly grabbed the stick he was using to pick up litter and stabbed him in the chest with it. Blood went everywhere and the man collapsed, dead. Dora then proceeded to pull out his heart, cremate his body, roast the heart on the stick in the fire like when you're camping, and eat it.

"Mmm, this tastes like chicken!" she exclaimed, rubbing her tummy.

"I want some," whined Boots like a little bitch.

Dora was about to give Boots a bite when there was a click and Dora and Boots realized their arms were in cuffs!

"You two are under arrest," they heard a policeman say. "We got a call saying a little girl and a monkey stabbed a civilian in the heart."

"But I didn't do anything!" Boots said, tears of fright welling in his monkey eyes.

"You must have been this little child's accomplice," said the other policeman.

"But I wanted ice cream!" sobbed Boots, now in tears.

"You'll get something better than ice cream. The nearest police station is miles away from here, so you get a ride in a police chopper.

Boots, being an idiot, stopped crying and screamed, "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"

So the cops walked them to the helicopter and off they went.