It’s been a manic day for me but it appears Monkey was able to chillax with his friend, who came round to help open Advent box no.23.
It’s a good job she was there to help fend off Mooch, who had decided that this time the box was hers and kept trying to make off with it.
Monkey fantasized, with a faraway look in his eyes, about a crazy night out, reaching for the lasers, blasting on his new whistle, and showing off the moves he practised yesterday.
He would even be able find his way home again with the aid of the handy integrated compass.
Or he could use it on his camping adventures.