(A/N: Hey, I don't know who's reading this, but I'm happy somebody is. Also, I don't own Dora, Boots, or Swipper, but I own this plot!)
It wasn't always like this, Dora and me, that is. Before we were friends, 'together and always' we used to say. It was great, it really was. Going through the town, riding
bikes, eating ice-cream; yep, it was the life. Well, it was the life up until that wretched monkey, Boots, came along. He was new in town. Came here from a faraway place.
I didn't really care; I just wanted to spend my time with Dora. To tell her I liked- or maybe even loved -her. But that Boots, strutting his sickly red boots up to Dora...man, it
was killin' me.
She was giggling. He, smirking.
And you know what? He was slowly turning up his charm...and it was working. He was gonna steal Dora, and I couldn't let that happen. I kindly asked to excuse Dora from
his presence; we needed to talk alone.
"So," I asked, nonchalantly, "how do you like Monkey Boy over there? I think he's a bit suspicious, I mean, boots...in the summer? Serious issues."
"First of all, his name is Boots, and I'm enjoying his company very much, thank you," Dora said, articulating her words distinctively. She. Was. Pissed. Well, not that pissed;
once she starts speaking Spanish, you're screwed.
"Well, I don't like him very much. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy you should be hanging out with," I said. Monkey Boy was messing in my territory. It was gonna take
a lot for him to steal my girl.
"The kind of guy I shouldn't hang out with! ¿Quién eres tú para tener el derecho a elegir a mis amigos para mí? I chose to pick you to be my friend, así que decide quién
puede pasar el tiempo, también? Well, if you think that's going to change things, then you are sadly mistaken. Real friends no controlan unos a otros!" Crap, there goes
the Spanish. The anger she exuded was so intoxicating, so contagious, that I got upset, too. Big mistake that was.
"Well," I said, raising my voice, "I guess we're not friends anymore!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
And that was how it started, our collapse in friendship. I did, in fact, still like her. Or love her, your pick. But she was still hanging out with that monkey, so I stayed at
home, waiting 'till she came to her senses.
She never did. Well, until...
One day, I decided to go outside because it was a beautiful day. I was strolling down the pavement, when I spotted Monkey Boy and Dora coming my way...with an
umbrella. Not even a parasol, but a freakin' umbrella! I casually increased my pace to meet them and did the most logical thing I could think of: I chucked that umbrella
into the woods. And lemme tell ya, it was the smartest thing I've ever done. Boots approached me, eyes murderous. Now, if you've ever seen a four-foot tall, yellow and
light blue colored monkey in red, knee-high boots glare at you, then you probably would agree with me that it was one of the most funniest things ever to be seen in the
universe, but I kept my face straight, for Dora's sake. Right before the monkey was to... do whatever angry, yellow and blue monkeys do when mad, Dora intervened. She
walked up to me, arm outstretched, hand parallel to my person, and simply stated,
"Swipper, no swiping."
It was the first time she talked to me in months, and it was absolutely exhilarating . Her voice melted me like butter in a microwave, so I stopped. But not for long. Again
and again they would tote useless junk around, so again and again I would swipe- or attempt to swipe- it, just to hear her wonderful voice once again.
