After hours of searching, I finally found Dora up to no good again.
Me: Dora, what the crap are you doing? You know we can’t get mail. The post office doesn’t recognize a liscense plate as a legitimate address.
And get off of him. Don’t be so annoying.
Dora: But I like him. And he’s lonely.
Tin Man: I like you too little girl. And your English is so good!
Dora: It’s my first language Mister. I’m American.
Tin Man (to me): She’s adorable. Can I keep her?
Me: Yeah, that’s what I thought when I first met her. Don’t be fooled. She’s a real piece of work, that one.
Come on Dora. The Mustard Museum awaits us.
Tin Man: But……
TIn Man: I’m so lonely out here on the road. DORA!!!!!!!!!!! Me mucho sad-o. Pleeeeeease come back!!!…….
