After night falls, Chowder sadly and wearily plods up to his hotel room; he lies stretched out on his bed with his chin in his hands. Flo was very pretty, but she was also awfully mean, and furthermore, Chowder was beginning to miss Panini and regretted how he had treated her. She's the only girl I ever really loved, he thinks. How could I have hurt her like that?

The cabearit boy takes out a pen and paper and begins to write a letter home:

Dear Aaron, Pudding, and Truffles,

Hi, it's me, Chowder. How are things in Marzipan City? Things are going well for us here in Paris; Cinnamon showed up and we all went out for dinner(Though that turned out kinda' weird, because Mung tried to order in French).

Unfortunately, everything hasn't been perfect; my new girlfriend Flo really doesn't seem to like me! Also, I miss Panini very much; I was wondering if next time you see her if you could maybe…tell her that I've always loved her, and that I really wish that I could see her again?

Love,

Chowder.

Chowder traipses outside and puts his letter in the mailbox. He then returns to his room, changes into pajamas, and lies back down in his bed. I've just gotta see Panini again. First thing tomorrow, I'm getting a plane ticket back home. he thinks, as he slowly falls asleep.