It was 6:00 in the morning and the sky was beginning to light up as the moon set, the stars slowly faded, and the sun began to rise.
Dora and Boots were still asleep in bed. It had thunderstormed last night, and the window in Dora's room had a crack in it from yesterday's baseball game. The crack had let the cold seep into the room last night, and since the blankets were in the washing machine, Dora and Boots had to spoon in bed just to conserve body heat! It felt really good.
As the sunshine began to shine through the windows, things got nice and warm. Dora's eyes cracked open. But Boots was sleeping like a baby. And Dora could already smell the waffles in the wafflemaker.
"Boots, wake up. Boots, can you hear me?" Dora repeated these words over and over as she tugged on Boots' shoulders. Boots remained asleep, though. "Boots, please, we're having waffles," she coaxed. Boots didn't respond.
"Boots, WAKE UP, YOU COÑO!" she screamed. Usually, Boots was sensitive to swearwords, but he just rolled over and snored even louder.
That's when Dora got an idea. She slid Boots' boots off his monkey feet, and ran out of the room laughing. Boots woke up immediately and noticed he was bootless. Then he ran out of the room and down the hall. "COME BACK HERE, OR I'LL PULVERIZE YA, YOU DUMB(beep) SUNAVA DOG'S MOM!" he bellowed.
Dora skidded to a stop in the kitchen so hard that a pair of red boots fell out of her bra (at 7?) and out of her shirt. "Aha!" yelled Boots. He tried to grab them at the same time as Dora, resulting in a tug-of-war that could only be ended by:
"Dora, Boots! Waffles!"
"Yaaaaaaay!" shouted our dimwitted duo, running to the table.