Disclaimer: Dora the Explorer is not owned by me. Judging the chaos that occurs on set, why would I even want to get anywhere near them?
Dora held a map in her hands, trying to figure out where the hackit they were. "Where's that director guy when you need him?"
"Screw you!" Backpack screamed.
"I wasn't talking to you!" Dora shouted back.
"I think you're holding the map upside down," Map said, getting nauseous from being upside down for so long.
"Oh!" Dora turned the map right side up. "Thanks, Map. This is much better."
"I agree," Map sighed in relief, his stomach calming down.
"So we have to cross over ice cream forest?" Dora exclaimed sarcastically. "We are in Tennessee, yet we are supposed to find an ice cream forest?"
Boots answered, "I think they set the forest up."
"That makes more sense," Dora added, nodding her head. "To the Ice Cream Forest!"
"To the Ice Cream Forest!" Boots and Backpack echoed.
"Florida!" Map shouted.
The group glanced at him worriedly.
"We'll work on that," Dora announced.
Map nodded his head excitedly, bobbing up and down and murmuring various things about Florida and the likes.
Dora fell to her knees, praying. "Please, please, please let this journey be over soon."
Boots came up behind Dora, patting her back. "Dora, you know they will never let us be over with this episode this quick."
"I know. I just don't get why we film for days for a TV episode that is fifteen minutes long," Dora told him.
"None of us do," Boots replied, "but that doesn't mean we don't have to do it anyway."
Dora and Boots got up then, clambering to catch up with the others...who hadn't made it very far now that they thought about it.
The trio...no...quatero...group of four..? Um, whatever you call a group of four people randomly traveling together, walked along the pathway, skipping. This behavior was very unusual for the weirdoes, and anybody who knew them would be severely worried. The lead dude was.
"Call someone. STAT!" he ordered
"What's wrong?" the secretary asked, rushing for the phone.
"Look at them," he retorted, his eyes wild. "They must have digested something poisonous."
The secretary glanced at the screen, her eye widening in horror. "I'll call poison control."
The lead dude nodded his head. "Good, good. I'll be waiting."
The secretary ran out of the room, already yelling at someone on the other line. The lead dude just watched the group. Something was wrong. He just new it.
Dora felt herself be tackled suddenly. "Hey, watch's the meaning of this?"
"We're poison control," the man said.
"Poison control!" Dora snarled. "Get off me!"
The man shoved something down Dora's throat, and the girl unwillingly swallowed.
"What was that for?" Dora asked begrudgingly.
"We have to have you throw up the poison," the man stated simply.
"Throw up?" With that Dora turned around, puking her guts up. "You'll pay for this."
Map joined Dora, Boots not soon after. Backpack punched the guy in the head before throwing up, flames burning in his eyes. "Screw you!"
Dora threw herself at the man, grabbing is hair and shaking him back and forth. Backpack grabbed onto him as well. "Screw you!"
Map started kicking the guys feet, and he fell over, and right onto the waiting Boots. The monkey proceedingly bit him in the stomach. The man screamed. "You're crazy! All of you! CRAZY!"
The lead dude nodded his head, watching the screen. "Now that's more like it. I believe our group of out of control kids is back to normal."
The secretary nodded her head as well, agreeing. "It would appear so."
The two glanced at each other before turning slowly back to the large TV.
"What have we done," the secretary whispered.
