Dora and Boots sang, "Where are we going?

Dora and Boots sang, "Where are we going? To Mordor! How we gonna get there? We'll walk!" The Map told them: "The Shire...Mordor...Mount Doom! The Shire...Mordor...Mount Doom!"

But Dora and Boots could not mount the needed enthusiasm to enter Mordor. Besides, Boots was no longer sure about his companion, ever since she started with the ring.

No amount of descaler would take the ring off the tub. Dora had stopped showering and Boots was getting a little tired of the stench. Even Backpack was skeeved, "Not Delicioso!"

chirped Squawkers & Backpack howled in ascent. Dora's idea to take communal showers with her assorted pets was starting to unravel. Skeeter the Muskrat pulled the plug & got sucked

down the plughole to the Land That Time Forgot. Dora & Backpack leapt down after Skeeter. But Squawkers was in the middle of his feather-care regime & covered in conditioner.

And so he would not share their doom. Dora & Backpack pushed through some giant ferns. "Hola, Mr. T. Rex!" T. Rex sniffed deeply. He wasn't familiar with baby powder & canvas, but

he LOVED empanadas. So T Rex stuffed Dora into Backpack, threw in some herbs, & popped her in a kettle of fry oil. Mrs. T Rex came home & said "Oh no you don't! Your cholesterol

is too high already! I absolutely forbid it!" T-rex yanked a passed out Dora from Backpack and shoved her into a huge banana leaf instead. Then he rolled it up like a giant doobie

T-rex then continued to smoke the whole of dora in one puff. he latter dropped his lighter. but he had forgotten that he left the petrol he was sniffing on the floor. Flames roared