[ WP ] Dora does not know the truth . Boots , Swiper , and the Map do , and they must never let Dora know . Today , it just got much harder .

`` Come on, donde est la biblioteque?'' Dora smiled as she educated bilingually. Map inwardly winced at Dora's mangled attempt at languages. He exchanged a look with Boots, who sighed. Both knew that the command of two languages kept her happy. And they knew what happened when she *wasn't* happy... 
 `` Hola, little girl'' a heavily tattooed teen stood in the way. His friends sniggered from the sidelines as Dora looked up and smiled. 
 `` Hola, friend! Tu madre es una puta de burros!'' Map and Boots blanched white as the teen's snigger turned to a snarl under the howls of laughter from the onlookers. 
 `` You snot nosed brat! I'll teach you to insult Mothers! Here, give me your bag you little Puta!'' 
 *SLAP! * 
 Dora fell to the floor clutching her face. Slowly she reached behind her back. 
 `` You - you should n't have swiped that. That is n't nice...'' She muttered as she pulled Swiper from his sheath. The blade gleamed dully. Map and Boots took one look and fled from the scene around the corner. Behind them they could hear it play out like clockwork. 
 `` Hey, what have you got there little girl? You could injure someone with... aaaiiieeee!'' And the tell-tale splashing of arterial spray. 
 `` Swiper, no swiping, Swiper no swiping, Swiper no swiping! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!'' 
 Maps looked at Boots as the screams of the youths punctured the night sky. 
 `` See Boots. This is why we had to flee Mexico. And yet there is no escape.'' Boots nodded glumly. It was all he could do; They had tried to flee before, *she* had caught up and now Boots was tongueless. 
 The screams had turned to gurgles and the rattles of last breaths. Dora turned the corner and giggled. 
 `` There you are! Come my friends, let us find the library! Those youths were most helpful! *Satana riempire le vostre anime con piombo caldo! *'' And the three skipped off in search of the next adventure.
