That didn't surprise us much because Dave said we had done such a good job on the roof back in March. It stands to reason when you do a good job at something you're probably going to get that job from then on. It's good to keep busy though because I've been so worried about little Pablo and where he ended up. Until yesterday. 
When the mail showed up there was a two-page ransom demand from French Frieda and her little monster! Now we know what happened to Pablo. She wouldn't say where they were but I think because Mr. Potatohead pulled that Antarctica diversion that's where they might be. 
Poor little Pablo. He must be freezing. Mr. Potatohead has a plan though. He said that he was going to call up Pancho Vanilla. He said that he and Pancho worked so well together in the past that he believes they can do it again and hopefully get little Pablo back. Also Pancho has some friends on the Mexican Police force who may be able to help find them. I sure hope so. I hope Pancho gets here soon. Poor Pablo. He's just a youngster and he shouldn't have to endure all this. Well, I guess maybe he'll grow up stronger for it. Well I better run. Bye for now.Mrs. Potatohead
