Those Pesky Bobo Brothers...

Dear Sr. Márquez:

It is with some dismay that I watched your exploits over the past five years.  While the creation and maintenance of your family's Animal Rescue Center is certainly commendable, I find your methods to be comically ineffective at best.  Despite the fact that you seem to be equipped with more gadgets and magical fairy powers than every James Bond movie combined, you have consistently failed to overcome even the most elementary of recurring problems.

Case in point: The Bobo Brothers, the two monkeys who threaten your razor-thin margin of success in nearly every episode.  Your producers like to portray them as harmless annoyances, but the fact is that these two lower primates have come to understand the fact that they can get away with anything they want without fear of reprisals or consequences.  It is only a matter of time before they go from causing a pile of logs to roll down the hill to "accidentally" sabotaging the cooling rods in a nuclear power plant.

There are many solutions available to solve this little problem, not the least of which may be your Rescue Pack, which you claim can transform into anything you need at that moment while it sings its own praises to a festive latin beat.  Your approach over ninety percent of the time is just to scream, "Freeze, Bobos!", repeatedly, until the offenders cease and desist and apologize.  Please allow me to suggest an alternative.

The time for apologies has passed, sir.  It's now time for you to man up.  You're eight years old and they're already walking all over you.  Next time you see the Bobo Brothers, I encourage you to rely on your Rescue Pack for help and consider this:

One warning shot is more than many animals get.  I suggest you set aside your usual dispositon and disregard the inevitable letters from PETA and put an end to this tiresome plot device forever.

Thank you for your kind attention.