Yucch... (Does ANYBODY want to be in a churning stomach replica with real acid?)

Chapter Three

Down the Digestive Tract

“RRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAR!” the dinosaur growled, and ran towards the two terrified cars, when suddenly one turned away. The dinosaur, furious, ran to that car. That car was Josheyhonk, and he was running, (or rather, driving) toward the giant body while Doodeebeep was driving to the body controls. Doodeebeep was in a position that was spewing more peer pressure than ever before at him. If he screwed up he would lose the life his dearest friend, and to believe that this started with a simple vacation! Even now, Terrahonk was trying to bring the Megalodon skeleton to life using that ghastly gadget. Josheyhonk was getting closer and closer to the tongue, which was up a steep ramp, then burst in. As soon as he had gone in, Doodeebeep pressed escape. When the dinosaur tried to follow, Doodeebeep pressed digest. The dinosaur roared as the acid enveloped him. “Great! Now we need to find where Terrahonk is, and stop him from using Skeleton Teeth again.” Josheyhonk exclaimed in joy. This was the strangest day he had ever had.