So. The Dominican Republic. I'm not going to lie, I don't really know a whole lot about the country. It's in the Caribbean. I hear baseball is popular there. Coincidentally, a good friend of mine is actually there right now. So I'll do my best to relay what happened to Sonic and Tails there.

First off, they realized they could hardly communicate with anyone. But the good news was that Sonic had cell phone reception. An international plan paid off.

So Sonic downloaded Google Translate onto his phone. You know, the kind that lets you speak into the microphone and then automatically translates whatever you say.

"You gotta love technology!" said Sonic into his phone.

Hay que amar la tecnología!" responded his phone in a robotic female voice.

"Let's just hope it's as effective as Google claims it to be," said Tails, "I've heard some horror stories about translation errors."

"Such as?" said Sonic.

"You ever hear of the Chevy Nova?" said Tails.

"Nope," said Sonic.

"Well, basically, it was a car made by Chevrolet. But when they tried to sell it in Latin America, no one bought it. And rightfully so. "Nova" literally translates to "doesn't go." Would you want to buy a car that doesn't go?"

"Cool story, bro," said Sonic, "Well, anyway, that's more of a case of failing to translate as opposed to an actual translation error."

"I suppose," said Tails, "Still, I would be careful with what you say and how what we say may be interpreted by the locals here."

"What are you so worried about?" said Sonic, "You act like a lot is at stake."

"I think we should try and get back to Puerto Rico as soon as we can," said Tails, "That way we can get back on track to finding the black hedgehog."

"Well," said Sonic, "The sun is already going down. Why don't we spend the night and make friends with some locals? Who knows? We might meet some local ladiez."

Tails sighed, "Sonic, you're getting distracted," he said, "But I guess it couldn't hurt to spend the night here while we reorganize. Plus, I need to fill up on gas."

Just then, on the beach where they arrived, a local man approached Sonic and Tails.

"¿Quienes son ustedes," he asked them.

Sonic held up his phone to the man's mouth.

"¿Quienes son ustedes?" he repeated himself.

"Who are you guys?" the phone said.

"We are—" Sonic started out. But before he could finish, the man had snatched his phone from him and started running away.

"Not so fast now!" Sonic shouted out, as he pursued him, walking at what was a leisurely pace for him.

"¿Tan rápido?" the man said.

"So fast?" Sonic's phone said.

Sonic laughed as he snatched the phone back from the man and ran back to the beach.

"What a deadbeat," remarked Sonic, "They must have serious crime issues here."

"Well," said Tails, "We must ask ourselves the root cause. I don't think that man necessarily wanted to steal from you, but rather, he was doing so out of necessity."

"Yeah, well," said Sonic, "Either way, some nerve. This country sucks. Let's go back to Puerto Rico."

"You can't just base an entire country off of your interaction with just one of its habitants," said Tails, "That's kind of fucked up, man."

"Well, I don't care," said Sonic, "I don't feel particularly safe here after that incident."

"I don't see what the big deal is," said Tails, "After all, you got your phone back."

"I know," said Sonic, "It's just the principle of some random guy trying to steal my phone from me has kind of left a bad taste in my mouth. That's all."

"I guess that's understandable," said Tails, "Come on, let's find a place to sleep."

And so, our dynamic duo went in search of lodging for the night. But they did not have much luck, seeing as this was an underdeveloped part of the country. So they were forced to sleep on the beach with a couple of homeless people.