"Go go go!" I look around me wildy, brushing my red streaked, watermelon shape cut hair off my sweaty forehead. Swiper is yelling for me to run, there are cops all around us. So I know what your thinking. Wait, isn't this Dora!?! Child hero, top explora, conquer of the wild jungle,(ok ill stop bragging) anyway, so I'm supposed to be a role model, screaming at your children to say Spanish words. Well NO. Ok yeah, it was cool, rolling around with my backpack, being a little goodie goodie. That is, untill Swiper,( you remember him right? "swiper no swiping?" we'll anyway that is untill he, with his sexy ginger fur, showed me the wild side, the thug life. It was meant for me. I didn't choose the thug life, the thug life chose me. Well, anyway enough with the backstory, I gotta get the crap outa here, like full on "Come on vomanos, everybody lets GET THE FREAKING CRAP OUT OF HERE!!" You see, Swiper and I robbed Walmart. I know, we're just bad like that. Anyway, no biggie like all we did was steal a few cans of salsa, and some oranges... and smash into a register.. But like really your gonna call the whole gang of cops -_- . I pull me a nice cold beer outa my trusty backpack, and hop on the back of the motorcycle and grab hold of Swipe and we tear outa that parking lot.
