"Go, Diego, Go!" Dora moaned as Diego put the meat into her taco. "Si papi, si papi!"

She could hold it in no longer. His sour cream glazed over her taco and her eyes rolled backwards in ecstasy.

"That'll be $7.99 ma'am." Dora happily opened her purse and slipped him a $10 dollar bill.

"Keep the change." Dora winked. She grabbed her chipotle bag and walked out of the store. Boots, who was waiting patiently outside of the store held Dora's bag as they walked back to their van, where the rest of Dora's family were living.

Suddenly, the blaring sirens of the immigration police rang. Dora knew she had to act quickly, for she knew the only thing keeping her from her Chipotle was a border. She hopped into the driver's seat and backed out quickly before driving at a breakneck pace out of the parking lot.

"What's wrong, Dora?" Boots asked, sitting shotgun.

"La migra!" Dora screamed. She expertly dodged incoming traffic because she was on the wrong side of the road.

"Where are we going?" *Clap clap clap*.

The map jumped out of her bag and opened onto the dashboard.

"Over the hill, past the bridge, up the mountain!" Dora sang. She took this path multiple times before, but it calmed her down whenever she sang this lighthearted tune from her childhood when she was still a famous explorer and not a subhuman gutter trash.

But there was one thing that the expert did not account for: an orange bloodmoon fox echidna badger riding a robotic omniscient alicorn made a u-turn at the intersection where Dora was zooming toward.

Any normal driver would have swerved right, but Dora was no normal driver.

She pulled the handbrake and made a sharp left. The angular momentum from the transmicroscopic interplanetary TI-calculated anti-derivative el-Cancelled wavecheated pseudophysical centrifugal force caused the car to make a right even though she was turning left. She drifted gracefully around the side of the alicorn until she barely grazed the deadly sword-gun that had felled many mum's elbows.

Dora let out a sigh of relief, thankful to Senor Jesus that she made it out of the situation alive. Suddenly out of nowhere, a slow-moving Acura SUV pulled out of their driveway. Dora was driving too fast to stop, and her angular momentum from the transmicroscopic TI-calculated anti-derivative el-Cancelled wavecheated pseudophysical centrifugal force was too great to change her instantaneous direction. She took the hit head on. The car flipped over and hit a nearby tree. It exploded into flames and burned brightly and the smells of charred bodies as well as painful screaming in Mexican filled the air.

Out of the flames, Dora barely managed to pull herself and boots out of the burning car alive. But she wasn't the only one. From the SUV, a small, petit, young, twink, oriental, chinky, kinky, amateur, homemade, cuckold, BBC, barely used Asian teen emerged from the inferno. Her eyes were melted shut from the heat, but it spoke a determined stare at Dora.

"Ni hao." She whispered. "…and goodbye."

CHAPTER 2 COMING SOON.