As the fire spread, Dora, in her deranged homicidal state, decided to kill off the residents of the forest.
"Dora, don't...!" warned Boots.
Dora ignored him and raised her weapons.
First she wanted to kill off that goddamn moose. She was about to charge at him with a meat grinder when she tripped over a purple squirrel (possibly a relative of Tico) gathering nuts.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Did you trip me up?" the Latinó girl questioned the squirrel. "I'm questioning you! SO DID YOU!?"
The squirrel was too afraid to talk. It couldn't anyway - it lacked human vocal cords. Tico was the only one who could speak in his family. So it just stood there, acorn between its paws, shivering, as tears were gathering in its eyes. Dora noticed this.
"Don't you go crying on me!" barked Dora, pointing at the squirrel.
Too late. The tears were already spilling out of its eyes and dripping down its cheeks.
"THAT'S IT!" snapped Dora.
Dora cocked her AK-47. The squirrel dropped the acorn and ran off.
"Oh, no, you don't!" she yelled, running after the squirrel.
The squirrel ran up a tree into a hole. "Still aren't cooperating, aren't you?" Dora held her gun inside the hole, and waited for the squirrel to pop out. Then, when it decided to see if the maniac was gone, it got shot in the face by Dora!...It was sort of like Whac-a-Mole!
A montage of Dora murdering and blowing up forest animals followed.
Soon, all the forest animals were taken care of and DEAD, the moose was processed into hamburger by Dora's portable meat grinder so they could have moose burgers tonight, and the whole forest had been reduced to to a new obstacle, called: Ash Mountain!
Dora and Boots opened a door in a pile of ash and walked out. Then the door disintegrated.
"That montage was a waste of time!" complained Boots.
"Well, at least we got all our meals taken care of for at least a few days." Dora clasped her hands together to get the dirt and ash off of them.
"What time is it now?" Boots could see Coney Island over a hill.
"HOLY CRAP! IT'S THREE MINUTES TILL SIX!" screamed Dora after checking her watch. Then she passed out.
Dora opened her eyes. All she saw was blue.
She could hear someone calling for her, calling her name.
"Dora. Dora."
Am I dead? wondered Dora.
Then a hand reached out and grabbed her hand.
Is this the Lord coming for me? But where's the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? Aren't they supposed to come down the street first?
A giant head came out of NOWHERE!
Dora screamed. "No! I'm not ready to die! Stop!" she cried.
"Dora, it's just me, your best friend Boots!" the head reassured Dora.
"Where are we?" asked Dora.
"Coney Island. I had to drag you here because you were out cold!"
Dora looked around. All she saw was giant ice cream cones of every flavor!
"Then where in the deep fried hell are the AMUSEMENT PARK RIDES?!" she shouted.
"That Coney Island is in the northeast United States, Dora. Look, there's the truck!"
The ice cream truck was rolling over the hill, playing its jingly tune.
"HURRY!" yelled Dora.
"I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!" they chanted as they ran after the truck.
Val the Octopus was almost done for the day. She just needed to park the truck in the ice cream factory parking lot for the night. Then she saw a child and her monkey chasing her truck in the rearview mirror.
"I scream, you scream, WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM!"
Val smiled and slowed down to let the kids catch up to her.
"All right, guys, what'll it be?" She asked.
Dora wanted a chocolate cone and Boots wanted a strawberry cone. They both yelled out their flavors.
"All right, that will be sixteen coins for both of your cones," said Val.
Dora sighed and pulled out Backpack. But when she reached in the pocket, she only had fourteen coins! So she gave Boots his eight coins and decided she'd do some negotiating with the ice cream lady.
"Um, can you give me a 25% discount since I'm so pretty? Boots is hairy and ugly! And we spent all afternoon traveling 75 miles chasing your truck for some ice cream!"
"Sorry, ma'am, but you have to pay full price, and negotiation only works when you're buying houses," explained Val.
"I got a bomb with grenades tied to it!" threatened Dora.
"Pay your eight coins or no ice cream, young lady!" Val was now getting very angry.
But all that anger went away and got replaced by apprehension and fright when Dora unveiled her explosives. Dora set her bomb for ten seconds and pulled the pins from the grenades. Then she threw the bomb into the truck.
Boots was too busy mindlessly licking his strawberry ice cream cone to notice all this. So Dora grabbed him and they ran off as fast as they could. The truck exploded and Val's corpse went flying into the air!
"Now give me some ice cream, Val, or it'll go 'BOOM' again!"
Val didn't respond because she died in the explosion.
"Dora, I think all the ice cream in the truck has melted!" said Boots.
"But it's not fair! I wanted some!" whined Dora.
"Dora, there's HUGE ice cream cones you can eat right here!"
Of course, Dora was too stupid to turn around and look! "WHERE?!" she screamed in frustration.
Boots picked her friend up and turned her around. "RIGHT HERE!"
"But they aren't edible!" whined the slutty bitch again.
"Yes they are! It's real ice cream!" Boots climbed up a big cone and began to eat it. "See, it's real!"
Of course, Dora didn't listen. "It is not!" she screamed.
Then, Dora realized she forgot there was one more life she needed to end today. Hers!
"It's not fair! Hmph!" were her last words before she committed suicide by choking herself on a tree branch, and ultimately, hanging herself on the tree!
"Oh, well, that's the end of our show. What did you like about it?" Boots said, climbing down the cone satisfied.
In the real world, the victim of decapitation from chapter 2's sister was watching the show, chowing down on her brother's flesh.
"I liked it when Dora died, JACKASS!" said the girl.
"I'm the jackass? You're the...um, well, I mean, that is...oh, yeah. Me too!" said Boots. "Thanks for helping, we couldn't have made it here without you. Roll the credits!"