Boots was at home, moping around. Then he heard music. He looked out the window.

"HOLY PISS SH!T IT'S THE ICE CREAM TRUCK!" he said excitedly.

Meanwhile, Dora was on her way to Tico's house and as she passed Boots' house she heard the music too.

"OH MY GAWD I WANT ICE CREAM!" squealed Dora.

Boots ran down the stairs as Dora ran up Boots' sidewalk at the same time. Boots jumped out the door as Dora ran up Boots' porch...

CRASH!

Dora got up off the ground, her arm scraped a bit, and looked at Boots.

"What the hell, Boots?" Dora yelled, now angered.

"Dora Dora Dora Dora..." Boots said very rapidly. He said "Dora" 43 times while jumping up and down until Dora slapped him to stop him.

"What up, Boots?" asked Dora.

"The ice cream truck!" Boots shouted, pointing up.

"Huh?" Dora was puzzled until she actually looked up. Apparently, the ice cream truck had hit a bump in the road, sending it flying. It flew off a cliff, but then kept driving like nothing had happened. It stopped to get some ice cream for a little boy who lived across the street from Boots.

"Anyway, want to see me meditate?" Boots asked. Then he sat on the ground. "OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM!" While he was doing this, the ice cream truck went to another house.

"Boots..." Dora was annoyed.

"What?"

"STOP! I can meditate far better than you! Om - "

"No you can't."

"Yes I can."

"No you can't!"

"Yes I can!"

"Uh, Dora?"

"Yes I can!"

"Dora..."

"Yes I can!"

"DORA..."

"Yes...I...CAN! Shaddap!" She sat on the ground. "OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM OM..."

As all this happened, the ice cream truck went out of the subdivision and over a hill. Then it disappeared.

"Hey!" shouted Dora. "WE MISSED THE ICE CREAM TRUCK! YOU DUMBASS!"

"I'M the dumbass? You're the - "

"Whatever, Boots. We have to check the map and find out where this truck's going! Will you check it for us? You have to say..."

Meanwhile in the real world, a little boy was flipping through channels and found PBS. He usually liked Martha Speaks (oh, how I hate that dog's grating voice!), which was on right now. It was the very first episode. Truman was at Helen's house. All of a sudden, though, he randomly blurted out:

"THIS IS SHOUTING!"

The sound was very sudden and it seemed to come right out of the TV in an attempt to blast the kid's ears out. It did. After that scarring experience, the boy found Dora.

"You have to say..."

"DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The boy smashed the TV with a hockey stick, but Dora just seeped through the crack on the television into the boy's family room.

"You can't kill meeeeeeeeee!¡!¡!" said Dora in a voice that sounded like Dr. Claw from Inspector Gadget as her eyes flashed red and she transmorphed into a HUGE devil-like creature.

The boy screamed. Dora ripped off his head as he ran around with blood spraying out of his neck.

Then Dora ate his head...

Dora woke up on the ground. Boots was shaking her shoulder and saying "Dora, Dora," as blood trickled from his ears.

"Huh?" mumbled Dora.

"You fainted after you missed the ice cream truck."

"What's that red stuff coming down your ears?" asked Dora curiously.

"I checked the Map for you. He sang again. And if that wasn't bad enough, he screamed out the obstacles about twenty times. So now my ears are bleeding."

"Oh, God," groaned Dora. "What were the obstacles?"

"He said to take a right and go past the park. You'll know you're there when you see civilians doing community service. Then you go through the friendly animal woods. The trees are very thick there and the branches and leaves can block your path. You might need help getting through there. Then the truck makes its last stop for the day at Coney Island. So you need to get there by 6:00."

Dora glanced at her watch. "But it's 3:30 right now! How many miles is it from here?"

"About 75 miles. You might want to consider riding your tandem bike there with me," said Boots.

Dora, now desperate to get to the ice cream truck before it made its last stop, ran home to get her bike out of the garage.