Dora skips along the path, her backpack bouncing with each step. Boots swings from tree branches nearby, giggling. Suddenly, Little Bill appears, looking worried and holding a torn paper bag.
"Oh no! I can’t find my ghost costume. Halloween is tonight, and I really wanted to be a spooky ghost!"
Dora kneels and studies the map closely, her finger tracing routes to Little Bill’s house, the playground, and the schoolyard. "Don’t worry, Little Bill! We’ll find your costume together,"
Boots grins, his tail twitching enthusiastically. "Let’s check your house first! Maybe it’s hiding somewhere silly,"
Little Bill rummages under the couch, while Dora peeks into closets and Boots opens drawers with his nimble fingers.
"I remember putting it in a safe place, but I can’t recall where!"
"Let’s think—where were you last wearing the costume?"
Boots spots a scrap of white fabric near the sandbox. "Look, Little Bill! Is this part of your ghost costume?"
Little Bill examines it, eyes hopeful. "Yes! Maybe the rest is nearby,"
Dora leads the group, collecting the scraps and piecing them together. "It looks like your costume got blown away and scattered!"
"Thank you, guys! I never could have found it alone,"
Dora helps Little Bill into his ghost costume, smoothing the fabric. Boots claps his hands and dances.
"Now I’m the spookiest ghost ever! You’re the best friends anyone could have."
"We did it together, Little Bill! Happy Halloween!"
