Tom and Jethro stumbled through the forest as high as the clouds. They picked all the crankfruit and methpods they could carry and traipsed on, to nowhere in particular.

As they walked they began to hear some sort of tribal music.

“Dude, these tunes are jammin’!” Jethro croaked. He started to dance, his long, shaggy hair bobbing behind him. Slowly the earthy forest floor began to recede beneath Tom and Jethro’s feet, and now they were walking on stone.

“Dude… Look over there!” Tom said, pointing in the distance.

“Is that.. Is that.. Wait what was that movie again?” Jethro mumbled.

“Road to Ghettoato?” Tom tried.

“Oh, oh, oh I remember! Road to Eldorado!” Jethro started. “That was a great movie. Wait a minute, do you think..”

“Heck ya’ I think we’re on the road to Eldorado!” Tom yelled.

“Actually I was gonna ask if we could get McDonald’s later.. but, Eldorado could be kinda’ cool…”
Jethro said sullen.

“Then lets do it!” Tom said sprinting clumsily down the path.