Over at the Smith household, PT NumeroNueve passes away due to old age. It wasn’t a platinum death, but what are ya gonna do?
Jenny Smith, his wife, didn’t take it too well. Apparently, she had a huge fear of anyone in the family dying. She may be seeing that flour baby for a while since I hardly play the family.
Stevie Ray The main reason the household is being played is for Stevie and Ray to grow into their teenage years. Stevie rolled Pleasure while Ray rolled Popularity.
Elsewhere in Strangetown, Judge Erin Singles receives a promotion to the Senate. She’s now looking to campaign as Strangetown’s mayor. Considering she still is friends with a papercup named Jean le Poe, who knows what that spells for Strangetown’s future.
“Hello complete stranger. How are you? I’m Jeannie Roseland.”
“Even though we are perfect strangers, I feel the need to tell you that it is my life-long dream to become The Law of this town. The way things are run are darn right ridiculous. If I become someone with the power of the Law, then maybe I can change things around.”
“You say you want to become The Law? Hmmm, perhaps I can help you out with that.” “You help me? Really? And how exactly do you plan on doing something like that?” “Well, if you want to become The Law quicker, you should consider enrolling into college. I can help you out with that, giving you the kind of funds that will allow you not to worry about student loans and the like.”
“And why would you do something like that for me?” “I’d do it because I’m a nice guy. And besides, think of it this way. I do this favor for you and you can do a favor for me in return.” “What kind of favor?” “Nothing you need to worry about just this second. I’ll call upon you when the time comes.”
“So, do we have a deal?”
Buck and Ginger continue their life journey through college. Buck works away at scoring his 4.0 while Ginger gives grades a back seat and only slips by.
While they both tend to be busy, they still manage to find time after classes to get romantic.
One particularly funny instance involved flushing the toilet with the cheap shower in use. Hardy harhar.
Try as she might, the local coach couldn’t get Buck to whip into shape. The rather tubby young man would rather keep his nose in a book or hands on chess pieces.
“I think I’ll be going now.” Ginger, “To take a shower?” “No. Just to leave.”
Buck is so into his studies, he’s even taking up studying how he eats. Not sure exactly how useful that skill will be, but…
Ginger, “Do I even want to know why the cow mascot, streaker, and a dormie are doing in here?”
And after many weeks, Buck and Ginger make the grade and graduate from Smokey University. Buck majors in Physics while Ginger sneaks by in uh…. Philosophy?
Both age into acceptable clothing (though I think Buck donned that outfit to hide his belly).
Now adults, Buck and Ginger move into a quaint home in the local shopping district. First thing Buck does is propose to a shocked Ginger.
Being a quiet type, Buck marries Ginger in the hallway of their new home and Ginger accepts whole-heartedly. It’s only a matter of time before little ones will be pattering around the house.
Elsewhere, Lola Singles is climbing up the Dance career track with amazing grace, despite being a werewolf. One second she’s a Tap Dancer, the next she’s a Ballroom Dancer.
Kristen, “Hope you get another promotion, Lola.” Lola, “Thanks. How about you, Kristen? How’s your career coming along?” Kristen, “Well…”
Former police lieutenant, Kristen is now a SWAT Team Leader. Or rather was. Now that she’s received a promotion…
Kristen, “I wish the Police Chief uniform stood out amongst the lower level police uniforms. Guess I’ll make due.”
At the pie house…
Jerry, “What’s with the get-up, Chuck? And I don’t mean the werewolf thing either.” Chuck, “Oh the warlock thing? It’s all part of my masterful planning.” Jerry, “I’m afraid to ask.”
Chuck, “I’ll tell you anyway. See the thing is, I really see no interest in having any kids or a full commitment of any sort. But I want to woo hoo without constraint. “ Jerry, “And I really don’t care.” Chuck, “So I got this ingenious plan: zombie-hood. If I’m a zombie, then I can’t have kids no matter how much I woo hoo!” Jerry, “Wouldn’t it be easier to just use protection?”
Chuck, “That’s not the point. The point is that as a zombie, I can woo hoo without even needing to think about protection and not have to worry about getting the dame preggers. Capeesh?” Jerry, “But protection kinda has left getting killed involved. And even then, how do you expect to become a zombie to begin with? Doesn’t that require someone else doing the zombie raising?” Chuck, “Oh… right.”
Abignale, “What’s got you down, Chuck?” Chuck, “I had this plan where I raise myself as a zombie for a big boon only to realize I can’t raise myself as a zombie all by myself.” Abignale, “So you’ll need some help?” Chuck, “Yea, but how?” Abignale, “Ask around. You might get an answer somewhere.”
Chuck, “Hmmm, how do I get raised as a zombie if I can’t do it myself. Think, Chuck, think!”
“Ah ha hahahahahaaaaaa!”
And outside of Chuck’s new warlock powers, everything around the house seems mostly normal. Dad and Ralph dancing together.
Abignale going out for a night on the town with friends.
Mom bragging about her latest big thing to dad.
Dad wanting to lose some weight after eating too much fish cooked by mom.
Jerry, “Hey, you’re not thinking of having me do your homework?” Ralph, “I was sorta, kinda, hoping you would? Besides, I’m tired.” Jerry, “No excuses.”
And of course, me seeing Twitchy.
Twitchy, “That was a heck of a way to say hello.” Jerry, “You saying you didn’t like it?” Twitchy, “Just caught me off guard is all.”
Everyone was pretty much having fun and living life.
And then the day came when two birthdays occurred. Abignale, “So which one of you birthday boys is going first?”
Ralph goes first. He grows from a small kid to a family loving teen.
Next up is Chuck who surprisingly grows into the same clothing. It catches us all by surprise, expecting him to don his hula shirt and shorts once again.
Dad celebrates the double birthday by setting the kitchen on fire. Thankfully, we have a fire detector set up so the fire department arrives in time.
A few days later and mom’s birthday rolls around. She stubbornly clings to her hair and outfit.
With only so much time left before Abignale and I grow into our adult years, I invite Twitchy over for one last teen date.
Again, we find ourselves staring at each other. Though I feel more awkward with this stupid look plastered on my face.
And despite my brother watching gleefully on, we wrap our arms around each other and lock lips.
Time for a few gulps of air.
I feel pretty good after we finally separate. But again, I feel like such an idiot with this look on my face. I can’t tell if it’s stuck this way or my body is intentionally trying to make a fool out of me. Nevertheless, I have my first dream date with Twitchy.
And now the time for Abignale and I to grow up.
Abignale goes first.
And then my turn.
Abignale leaves the house to live her own life.
I stay behind to carry on the family line. And come face-to-face with an adult Twitchy. Fin