Good evening Pandas,

It seems that Carl is once again in a very bad way. He has been so stressed out that he forgot to give out prizes altogether. Don’t worry, though. If you’ve already collected all ten Pompoms, you’ll still get a prize.

He came to me last night with a fever, speaking garbled tongues he must have learned in one of his journeys abroad. Every now and then he tossed in an English word like “cheese”, “lizard” or “blender”, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. One moment he was crying, the other he was dancing to ABBA tunes with his whip and Indiana Jones hat. The poor dear. Let’s hope he gets better soon.

Peace out,

Kamaria