You know how you'll be walking through a grocery store and something will catch your eye?
At first you can't figure out what it is, and then you realize: "This is all kinds of wrong."
No way I'm whacking a doe-eyed bilingual little girl for candy.
Boots the monkey? Sure. He's fair game.
I'd even take a swing at Bindi the Jungle Girl. Australians can take a punch. Plus, she's annoying as hell. Going all Buford Pusser on a a Bindi pinata would qualify as cultural therapy.
But not Dora the Explorer. The last thing I need is to be pinata non grata.