ATDFD: Chapter Two

Numero Dos: Trolling Around

Chapter Two
After Boots had cleaned all the vomit off Dora, they set off again. Their first port of call was the Troll’s Bridge.

When they got there, the Troll was, of course, standing in the middle of the bridge looking like he had a cold shower that morning.

‘Oy!’ he shouted when Dora and Boots reached the bridge. ‘You’re not going ANYWHERE until you solve this riddle!’

‘What riddle is it?’ said Boots, perking up. He loved a good riddle.

‘This one!’ shouted the Troll. ‘What has four legs, but can’t walk, and has feathers?’

Dora thought. And thought. And thought some more. She was thinking of walruses.

‘Well?’ the Trolololol, sorry, the Troll said. ‘Aren’t you going to answer it? If you can’t, then you bloody might as well clear off.’

Dora frowned. ‘Too hard!’ She pulled out a gun and shot him in the arm. Blood spattered out of it like a leak in a swimming pool. The Troll staggered to one side – and promptly fell off the bridge. There was a splattering sound. Boots preferred not to look at the grisly sight.

Dora put the gun back in her backpack – she accidentally pulled the trigger. Her Backpack was blown apart. All her tools flew out – a bit of string, some sand, a shovel, Phineas and Ferb, and a piece of belly lint. Dora ran off and stared at the lint. ‘Nooooo!’ she cried. ‘You were my first friend. I still remember pulling you out when I was a baby.’

‘You still are,’ muttered Boots. He’d had enough of all this. He gestured to the other side of the bridge. ‘C’mon.’

Dora took one last glance at her treasured belly lint, and, with tears in her eyes, ran up to Boots.

‘Come,’ said Boots.

They walked across the bridge.