Chapter 3: It returns

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Brown. Everything is brown. My clothes, my hair, the hard, metallic surface that we now lie upon. Brown, everywhere.

"What just happened will never be repeated to anyone. Ever," I scream in frustration as I try to wipe of some of the horrific brown sludge onto anything else that isn't my face. However, there's too much. Too much poop. I end up smearing it all over my hands, only increasing the mess.

"In need of a little... assistance?" an unbearably childish voice erupts from the other side of the hill. I jump back, startled. That doesn't sound like Dora. As he source of the voice hops closer into view, I can just make out the figure of a... talking kangaroo?

"Okay, what crazy shenanigans are going down this time?" Aiden yells at the kangaroo, taking a few steps back to stand next to me. Alice turns to look at us, then does the same.

"Ahem," the kangaroo clears its throat, somewhat over-dramatically, "sorry, it's been a while. Welcome... to the decontamination chamber!"

"The what? Listen, if this is some kind of fe-" I feel my blood boil. What kind of post-explorerlyptic world is this? My words were interrupted by a sudden rumbling from the ground.

"What's happening?" Alice shrieks as she is thrown to the floor. Her balancing skills always left something to be desired.

The kangaroo immediately drops to the floor, and seems to be... petting it? I don't really know what that guy's deal is. "Shhh, it's okay. She didn't mean it," he croons, a sickeningly sweet tone to his voice, "Look, now you've upset him."

"Who?" Aiden finally speaks up, voice shaking a little.

"Him."

The camera dramatically pans out, revealing that the object that we're standing on is actually some kind of roof.

The roof of Thomas The Tank Engine.

Author's Note:I'm Back!!!!!!!!!! I think so, anyway. I know, it's been like two years since I was last here, and much longer than that since I penned the first ever chapter of Dora 1. What started out as a humble dare from one of my friends has become a source of public embarrassment (but also pride), and I now must begrudgingly return to it. Thank you for being so patient in waiting for this third chapter, and I'm sorry. Just in general. About this whole thing. Until next time!

~NotSparta.

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