(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Remember, guys, I need ideas for Truth or Dare! So start sending them in!)

Yesterday, Dora and Boots had used the Map for some reason to figure out how to set up the sleepover. He was singing really badly, but they couldn't just kill him to make him stop, since they needed to know how to plan the sleepover, so they just let him sing, and their ears just bled.

Well, now it was the next day. It was Saturday, and that meant cartoons on CBS!

Dora sat in front of the telly eating cornflakes. Garfield and Friends was on, one of Dora's favorites, and as the opening sequence played, THIS blared through the house:

"We're (we're) ready (ready) to (to) party! We're ready to party, we're ready!" (How appropriate, since it's party night!)

Today, Dora didn't feel like complaining that the milk looked "cummy," because it was party night.

"DAAAAAAH!" screamed Enrique, Dora's dad, running down the stairs to the family room. "Turn that down! It's too loud!"

As Garfield jumped on Odie's dog bed in the theme song, he yelled, "¡Aye caramba!"

"SEE?! Even the TV agrees when I say it's too noisy! Now turn it down!"

Dora just laughed at her father's stupidity. "Okay, okay," she said, switching off the TV. "I'll just move my stuff to the basement." As Dora headed toward the basement door, she secretly shot a "bird" at her dad.

Enrique just sat down on the couch and turned Garfield back on for some reason. After a minute or two, though, it just went to static.

"Hey," he said, getting mad. When the TV screen remained static Enrique just chucked the set out the window. "Stupid piece of #$%&," he muttered.

Meanwhile, outside the house, a geriatric man, the same geriatric man that got his head stuck in the toilet in another story of mine, rolled down the street in his wheelchair.

"Finally! I'm out of that piss-shoot hospital!" he grumbled in an elderly voice. Then, the television flew out of a window along with some glass shards and hit the pain in the arse, killing him.

Then Enrique, that moronic nincompoop, decided to try the TV in the basement den. Once again, the TV was a little too "loud" for his tastes (it was just loud enough to comprehend without closed-captioning [which Enrique hated because they blocked the screen]), and once again, he screamed and got angry at Dora again.

"Turn it down!" He even threw a bomb at Dora this time.

00:05

00:04

00:03

00:02

00:01...

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!

"WHAT THE F - "

A giant explosion occured, sending Dora flying into the wall.

"DAAAAAOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!¡!¡!"

So a truamatized Dora, covered in blood and having a rather bad hair day because of the explosion, went back upstairs, only to find that the television was missing and there was a giant hole in the window. It wasn't a mystery what had happened. But Dora just shrugged it off and went to the table to make invitations. After all, it was the first "stop" on the way to the sleepover tonight! Invitations, store, decorations, PARTY! Say it with me. Invitations, store, decorations, PARTY! Invitations, store, decora...you know what? Screw it. Just screw it.

While Dora did that, Enrique was watching Caillou in the basement. Personally, he found it "gay," but that's exactly why he liked it. He sang his own version of the theme song in his head-

I'm just a kid who's gay, whining to get my way, please kill the bald-o named Caillou...

Dora was almost done with the invitations. Suddenly, a cry of "SILLY OLD CAR! SILLY! SILLY! SILLY!" came from the basement, and she knew what her dad was watching. Actually, she had heard her dad yell almost the same thing when he got upset sometimes.

"STUPID DUMB LIFE! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!"

Sometimes, when he was really upset, he would add:

"And God bless America, my home sweet home that I'm GONNA DESTROY!"

Dora just couldn't figure her dad out. On the outside he was a murderous, homicidal father, but on the inside, he was a sexy kitten that even the dogs howled at! WTFH?!