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"Map, get him."

With a screech of, "CANDYLAND!" Map threw himself at the guard, knocking him out cold.

"Thanks, Map," Dora said, grabbing her boxes of drugs and throwing them into the boat, quickly snatching the bottle of alcohol from Boot's hands.

"Hey!" the drunk money shouted.

Backpack suddenly and for no reason screeched, "Screw you! Screw you all!"

Of course a guard had spotted them, but Dora had predicted this. Map was the perfect weapon. Crazy…oh, and his hands were invisible. That was always helpful.

"Dora, stop being a hypocrite," Boots slurred, wobbling slightly.

Dora cursed internally and threw him over her shoulder. "Boots, I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Well," he continued, lifting his pointer finger and spinning it around—he was really wasted, "You have all of those drugs, but you always take my beer away."

Dora was now on a mental cursing rampage. "Well…I can quit anytime. You need the help."

"Liar," he spluttered, promptly falling asleep once the words were out.

Dora knew he was right, but she wasn't going to wake Boots up to argue about it anymore. Dora hid a lot of things. Her drug problem…her relationship…her affair. She was full of lies, and now she had to go chase after her abusive parents who just happened to be illegal immigrants. Why hadn't the police people taken her too? Dora really wanted to know. If they had she wouldn't have had to travel with these wackos.

"Map, Backpack, get in the boat," Dora ordered, tossing Boot's unconscious body into the boat as she wait for Backpack and Map. They joined her and got in as well, Map trying to sit in the driver's seat—or whatever it's called on boats—and drive the boat. "No, Map. It's my turn first. You have to handle the anchor. That's the most important job."

Map seemed disappointed for a moment, but quickly brightened after hearing his job was the most important. Unfortunately, that was a lie—one of Dora's many. Dora knew they probably weren't even going to use the anchor. She just wanted to keep Map from killing them all.

Map bounced up and down and giggled insanely the whole entire time that Dora started up the boat. Dora wanted to bang her head on a wall in annoyance, but she let it go. She didn't want Map to go wild and attack her. She knew it was entirely possible, and she was taking her chances even lying about the anchor. She was just glad that Map wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. He probably would never even realize that he hadn't contributed to the boat ride at all.

Dora let her thoughts go back to starting up the boat, and she began to drive it across the river. She was almost to the other side when gunshots started.

"Stop where you are!"

Oh crap.

"Map, I have a more important job for you."