King Juan El Bobo darts down the hall, his royal robe flapping behind him. His face is pale, eyes wide with terror as he glances over his shoulder at the ghostly apparition. He stumbles, clutching his crown, and lets out a high-pitched wail. "Oh, what a fright, in the dead of night! A ghostly sight, I must take flight!"

King Juan El Bobo sprints across the checkered floor, tripping over his own feet as he heads for the castle gates. His voice echoes, his rhymes growing more desperate as he nears the heavy wooden doors. "Run away, run away, I mustn’t stay! The ghost is near, I fear, I fear!"

Dora[/@ch_2] and Boots are quietly chatting, startled by the commotion.] King Juan El Bobo bursts onto the path, panting and clutching his crown tightly. He collapses onto the bench, trying to catch his breath, and pours out his tale in frantic, rhyming bursts. "Dora, Boots, I am shook, by a spook! In the hall, I saw it all—white and tall, a ghostly pall!" "A ghost in your castle? Oh my, that sounds really scary! But don’t worry, King Juan, we’ll help you figure out what’s going on," "Let’s go check it out together. Maybe it’s not a real ghost!"

King Juan El Bobo crouches behind Dora, peeking nervously. Boots clutches Dora’s hand tightly as they approach. "Hello? Is anyone there?" The figure freezes, then slowly lifts its veil—revealing it is just the palace butler, draped in a bedsheet, trembling with embarrassment.

King Juan El Bobo lets out a sigh of relief, his rhymes turning cheerful. "No ghostly fright, just a friend in white! I ran all night, but now all’s right!" "See, King Juan? Sometimes things aren’t as scary as they seem," "Next time, we’ll solve the mystery together!"

King Juan El Bobo[/@ch_1], Dora, Boots, and the butler all sharing stories.] King Juan El Bobo raises his goblet, a wide grin on his face. "To friends so true, who saw me through! With courage bright, we fixed the night!" "And to mysteries solved, and adventures with friends!" "Let’s always stick together, no matter what!"