Dora and Boots were in a police helicopter. They were going to jail for murder!

The nearest jail was miles away from where they lived. They had a village sheriff and two cops, but oddly, no jail. Since Dora and Boots lived in a town in the Mexican jungles and there were very little people living there, the nearest jail was around 100 miles away.

But Dora and Boots needed to get ice cream before the truck got to Coney Island.

The police were talking into their walkie-talkies.

"We have a little grade schooler and her pet monkey being perverts and they stabbed an innocent civilian for his heart. The reason for said crime, know not shall we. Over."

"We have a special cell waiting for them at the detention center. Over."

As they were communicating with the Monterrey prison, Dora and Boots were communicating, too.

"Aren't you so pissed off right now?" Boots asked Dora.

"Yes, very," growled Dora. She saw the forest come into view down below. "Uh-oh."

Then she jumped out of the plane.

"Wait!" called Boots. "You need a parachute!"

"I think I have one in my backpack."

Dora fell through a cloud mid-sentence, so Boots thought Dora said something besides "backpack."

"What!? You have a parachute in your 'happy sack?'" Boots gagged. "That's grossssssss!"

But by now, Dora had disappeared in the clouds.

"I'm so glad my parents made you a parachute backpack!"

"Yeah, me too!" agreed Backpack.

Dora pulled the string on the side of Backpack and a parachute came out. Unfortunately for Boots, Dora pulled so hard she pulled open Backpack herself, too. So, the two energy bars and the bottle of scotch flew out. Music started up and the contents of Backpack tried to circle around her.

But they were falling so fast, that the music got all distorted in the sky, making it sound weird. And instead of rotating around Backpack, the energy bars and Scotch flew straight up!

Boots was still looking down out the door in the chopper when all the stuff hit him in the face and knocked him out of the helicopter. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH +#$&!" he screamed, but the wind was flapping his cheeks, so it sounded more like "A-A-A-A-AA-A-A-H-SHEET!"

Boots eventually felt himself land, and when he opened his eyes he saw a skull with a knife going through it making little cracks in it staring right him. Boots screamed again.

"Hey, Boots. Sorry, my dad made that parachute," apologized Dora.

He wasn't surprised because Enrique is a serial killer.

The parachute landed in what looked like a river made entirely out of liquid chocolate! Everything surrounding it was smothered in chocolate, too!

"Ooh, I remember this place the last time we chased down the ice cream truck!" said Dora happily as they began to eat the river.

Then their faces turned weird colors.

"I don't feel so good," groaned Boots.

"Let's use that chocolate boat to cross the river so we can get our ice cream and go home then!" suggested a very impatient Dora who -

psst psst

What the hell?

psst psst psst

Alright, whoever you are, stop it so I can keep writing!

snicker psst psst psst

Alright, show yourself! I demand you show yourself!¡!¡!

An orange and yellow fox with a mask and gloves appeared.

"SWIPER!" the chocolate covered duo shouted in unison.

"Hahaahahahah!" laughed Swiper. "That's diahrrea you're sitting in and eating! Hehehhaheeheeha!"

That's when they realized the smell. "AH F**K A DUCK!" Boots shouted. "You Jewish kike...Jew!"

"Since when is Swiper a Jewish kike?" Dora wanted to know.

"He had a Bar Mitzvah party last month," Boots reminded her.

"Oh. But Swiper, what we're you thinking when you s#at in the river?"

"I sold my toilet...for...THIS MASK AND THESE GLOVES!" Then Swiper the asshole began to start crying...Well more like bawling, like a little baby.

"For being such morons, and for using such dirty words, I am taking your only need of transportation," a voice came from heaven. Then a giant hand came out of the sky.

"God, no..."

Too late.

"...swiping."

"You're toooooo late!" boomed God as he snapped the chocolate boat in half. He tossed the pieces away. "Ahahaha!" he laughed maniacally as it thundered and lightning flashed in the sky.

A diahrrea-covered Dora and a diahrrea-covereded Boots walked out of the river; they had to bathe in a waterfall. Unfortunately for Dora, Boots got aroused by Dora's curvy figure, and he raped her.

"HELP ME! HELP! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Dora dried off and put her clothes back on, and they found the forest again.

They were walking through the forest, and bunnies were helping them on their journey. The forest was getting very thick, and branches were hitting her in the face as she stepped through poison oak. Dora cussed under her breath. Boots virtually had no problem getting through the woods as he could just swing from the branches.

But Dora was going insane!

"Hey, jackhole," Dora hissed through clenched teeth to a moose eating grass.

The moose ran over and bit Dora's ass for being rude and not introducing herself properly.

That did it.

Without thinking first, Dora pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then she held the flame to a tree branch, and it caught fire...