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The Squeaky Clean Legacy, Chapter 4.2: Death in Pink
1. The Squeaky Clean Legacy
By Professor Butters
Chapter 4.2: Death in Pink
2. Hey
there!
I'm
Hopeful
Young,
formerly
Goodytwoshoes.
I
used
to
live
in
the
Squeaky
Clean
Legacy
House.
Don't
I
look
sorry
to
have
leD?
3. And
this
is
my
husband,
Count
Jihoon.
He
used
to
be
a
vampire,
but
he
wasn't
very
good
at
not
burning
to
death
in
the
sunlight,
so
he
quit.
He
likes
grilled
cheese.
4. And
here's
our
daughter,
Countess
Elizabeth.
Jihoon
says
she's
named
aDer
Countess
Elizabeth
Bathory,
who
used
to
bathe
(so
they
said)
in
the
blood
of
young
virgins.
He's
so
senNmental
about
his
family.
We're
the
average
ex-‐vampire
Pleasure
Sims:
both
Professional
Party
Guests,
funloving,
short
aTenNon
spans.
So
we're
hosNng
this
chapter
of
the
Squeaky
Clean
Legacy.
Don't
expect
me
to
narrate
like
my
brother
MorNmer,
though.
Hey-‐-‐is
Hell's
Kitchen
on
tonight?
5. When
we
last
leD
the
Squeaky
Clean
Legacy,
Daisie
Mae,
the
second-‐generaNon
heiress,
had
just
had
a
cute
liTle-‐-‐BOY-‐-‐named
Earthquake.
Why's
that
bad?
Well,
in
the
Squeaky
Clean
Legacy,
only
girls
inherit,
and
they
have
to
behave
themselves-‐-‐absolutely
no
WooHoo
outside
of
marriage
and
strictly
Try
For
Baby.
We're
all
about
high
ethical
standards
here.
Well,
that,
and
pink.
6. This
brought
the
house
populaNon
up
to
eight;
Daisie
Mae;
her
husband,
the
former
Remington
Harris
(husbands
change
their
name
to
Goodytwoshoes
here);
Rosie,
the
founder;
her
husband
Shane;
and
the
twins,
Joe
and
Tiny.
So
Hopeful,
who
was
going
for
fiDy
first
dates
and
a
nice
liTle
plaNnum
grave
on
the
lot,
moved
out.
Once
she
was
out,
she
could
do
anything
she
wanted,
which
seems
to
have
been
to
resurrect
Count
Jihoon
(thus
ge^ng
rid
of
a
perfectly
good
sunlight
ghost.)
She
also
had
most
of
the
friends
in
the
house
and
a
good
income
as
a
Professional
Party
Guest,
so
she
was
a
loss
in
more
ways
than
one.
7. Daisie
Mae
and
Remington
lost
a
liTle
sleep
that
evening.
Trust
me,
Remington
is
always
happy
to
Try
For
Baby.
He
doesn't
get
to
that
oDen.
8. And
a
few
days
later,
they
were
the
parents
of
yet
another
adorable
liTle
BOY.
Named
Ralph.
Because
we're
running
out
of
boy's
names.
Rosie
here
is
thrilled
to
be
a
grandma
again.
Me?
Not
so
much.
9. Let's
review
the
kids
again,
shall
we?
That
would
be
Tiny-‐-‐in
the
foreground-‐-‐and
Joe,
the
blond
in
the
back,
both
students
in
private
school
which
we
killed
ourselves
ge^ng
them
into.
11. Remington
always
teaches
the
kids
the
same
first
word.
Maybe
it's
"Daddy,"
but
I've
always
suspected
it's
"Remington."
If
they
can
get
their
mouths
around
that,
"teddy,"
"boTle,"
and
"high
chair"
are
a
piece
of
cake.
12. Here's
Shane
teaching
Darling,
the
second
generaNon
cat,
to
play
dead.
We're
trying
to
run
a
toy
business
on
the
lot
and
keep
the
pet
generaNons
going
too.
The
pet
heir
has
to
reach
the
top
of
a
career
and
max
all
the
pet
skills
and
produce
kiTens,
and
then
they
can
reNre,
usually
to
a
spare's
house,
where
they
can
live
on
Lobster
Thermidor.
Darling
and
her
mate
Thay
haven't
had
any
kiTens
yet.
Why?
Because
there
is
no
room.
13. Here's
Remington
off
to
a
semi-‐successful
day
at
work,
trying
to
get
to
be
Captain
Hero
before
he
is
too
old.
The
problem
isn't
skills,
exactly,
although
Remington
skills
slowly-‐-‐it's
friends.
Luckily
the
house
is
packed
with
pink
and
white
snapdragons,
giving
it
that
Barbie
look
and
keeping
need
bars
up.
14. And
right
on
cue.
.
.
Daisie
Mae:
Welcome
to
the
neighborhood-‐-‐Renee,
was
it?
Enter
Renee,
aka
cowforbrains,
one
of
the
most
famous-‐-‐and
most
ruthless-‐-‐of
Legacy
writers.
15. Daisie
Mae:
So,
Renee,
as
a
Knowledge
Sim
working
on
my
second
LTW,
I'm
dying
to
know
about
everything.
I
hear
you're
one
of
the
most
famous
Legacy
authors-‐-‐what
do
you
think
the
future
holds?
18. Daisie
Mae:
Death.
No
kidding?
Mom
and
Dad
are
going
to
die
someday,
I
guess-‐-‐they're
ge^ng
up
there.
Renee:
I
didn't
mean
them.
Daisie
Mae:
Gulp.
Me??
Renee:
Come
on.
You're
the
heiress
and
the
only
Knowledge
Sim.
You're
good
for
ages.
Daisie:
Remington?
Renee:
You
need
him
to
breed
from.
Daisie
Mae:
Not
very
tacbul.
Renee:
Look,
I'm
just
saying.
You
have
to
have
a
girl.
That's
the
rules.
And
ideally
two
girls.
You
have
both
your
parents,
your
husband
and
four
boys.
Just
sayin',
is
all.
I'm
here
for
you
if
you
need
me.
19. Daisie
Mae:
Golly,
Renee,
I
feel
like
you've
opened
up
a
whole
new
perspecNve
on
things.
I'm
so
lucky
to
have
a
friend
like
you.
Renee:
Don't
menNon
it.
20. Darling,
the
daughter
of
first
generaNon
cats
Dreamboat
and
Max,
hits
the
top
of
the
showbiz
career.
A
few
more
commands,
some
kiTens,
and
you're
good
to
go!
Darling:
Meow?
21. Someone
comes
home
with
the
boys
on
the
first
day
of
school.
Why,
it's
BuTers
Stotch!
In
fact,
it's
always
BuTers,
maybe
because
he's
stuck
in
that
nightmare
of
a
house
with
his
parents
and
no
friends.
22. He
arrives
in
the
middle
of
the
Goodytwoshoes
golden
anniversary
party,
with
Hawkins,
MorNmer,
Hopeful,
Sam,
Sam's
wife
Julie,
and
Remington-‐-‐here
hidden
by
annoying
"friend
from
work"-‐-‐all
ge^n'
down.
24. While
Rosie
and
Shane
go
for
something
a
bit
more
sedate-‐-‐
25. And
Sam
plays
the
piano,
with
wife
Julie
worrying
in
the
background.
I
don't
know
why,
unless
it's
because
she's
a
Family
Sim
and
I
haven't
goTen
around
to
playing
them
much.
So
she
has
no
children
yet.
28. Linda:
Oh,
my
gosh,
Remington.
You
have
no
idea
how
sweet
you
have
it!
I'm
a
Family
Sim
and
I'm
married
to
a
Romance
Sim,
Stephen,
who
has
a
thing
for
facial
hair,
and
you
know
what
that
means.
And
we
just
have
the
one
kid,
BuTers.
Well,
and
the
unsuccessful
first
generaNon
male
cat
you
guys
had,
Bonkers,
who
makes
so
much
money
that
none
of
us
have
to
work.
I
am
soooo
unhappy.
I
wish
I
could
start
over,
maybe
with
someone
exactly
like
you.
29. Remington:
Well,
Linda,
I
guess
it
depends
on
what
you
think
of
as
sweet.
There
are
certain
restricNons
to
the
Squeaky
Clean
household
which
can
make
it
kind
of,
um,
difficult.
However,
I
am
going
to
abide
by
the
rules
and
even
though
I
have
more
bolts
with
you
than
I
do
with
my
wife,
I
am
going
to
pretend
this
conversaNon
never
ever
happened.
We
can
be
pals.
In
fact,
I
need
pals.
For
my
job.
30. And
so
Remington
waves
Linda
a
platonic
bye-‐bye,
goes
to
the
living
room
to
skill
some
more,
and
thinks
affecNonately
of
his
wife.
He
truly
is
Squeaky
Clean.
31. Joe:
Daddy,
can
we
get
a
puppy?
Remington:
No,
Joe,
we
cannot
get
a
puppy
or
a
kiTy
or
a
parrot
or
even
a
Womrat,
because
there
is
no
room
in
this
place.
35. It's
a
draw.
Joe
grows
up
into
hideous
clothes
and
he's
no
Brad
PiT.
36. However,
Tiny
.
.
.
He's
got
his
father's
nose
and
his
grandfather's
hideous
Maxis
Lips
and
Cheeks.
Of
course,
we
are
all
about
character
here
and
not
beauty,
but
beauty
never
hurts.
But
he
is
maxed
Playful
and
Grouchy,
like
his
uncles
Abijah
and
Abner
and
Hawkins.And
he
came
out
Pleasure.
37. Tiny
makes
two
successful
batches
of
medicine
in
a
row-‐-‐
38. While
twin
brother
Joe
gets
fat
on
birthday
cake.
He's
sweet
and
sloppy,
much
like
his
father
Remington
(whom
he
greatly
resembles),
a
Pleasure
Sim
with
a
lot
of
musical
talent,
and
he
is
headed
for
college.
Fast.
39. Daisie
Mae:
Hmm.
I
remember
back
when
I
was
ge^ng
started
as
a
scienNst
and
lost
two
Logic
points
to
a
bad
chance
card,
I
asked
my
brother
MorNmer
to
tutor
me
at
the
Simsanto
staNon.
Got
mysterious
diseases
twice
in
a
row,
had
to
quit
my
job,
put
me
back
forever-‐-‐oh,
my,
Tiny,
that's
a
terrible
sounding
cough.
40. Tiny:
You
want
me
to
go
into
AunNe
Hopeful's
old
combo
crypt
and
beauty
parlor?
But
it's
spooky
in
there!
41. Thank
you,
dear.
Tiny:
Hey!
Where
did
the
door
go?
Don't
worry,
Tiny.
You
have
everything
here-‐-‐a
TV
and
food
and
a
toilet
and
a
shower
and
a
phone-‐-‐just
no
bed.
Or
chairs.
42. Life
goes
on
at
the
big
house,
as
Rosie
and
Shane
have
a
pillow
fight-‐-‐
44. And
Tiny
fixes
himself
pork
chops.
Pork
chops,
the
Squeaky
Clean
signature
food,
because
in
the
old
comic
strip
Lil
Abner,
aDer
which
nearly
everybody
is
named,
the
hero
is
crazy
about
pork
chops.
And
everybody
here
seems
to
be,
too,
including
the
headmaster.
46. Rosie
has
a
very
happy
final
weekend,
with
a
golden
anniversary
party
and
new
grandchildren.
The
very
last
thing
she
does
is
teach
her
youngest
grandson,
Ralph,
how
to
walk.
47. And
then
she
wanders
out
to
the
toy
shop
and
dies
so
quietly
and
quickly
that
the
hula
dancers
are
nearly
gone
by
the
Nme
anyone
can
get
there,
including
me.
49. Don't
worry,
Tiny.
You
won't
miss
her
for
long.
Tiny:
That
doesn't
make
me
feel
beTer!
50. My
simself
strolls
by
the
lot.
Not
visiNng,
not
buying
toys,
just
passing
through-‐-‐and,
you
know-‐-‐checking.
51. Remington,
who
knows
what
the
future
holds?
And
more
to
the
point,
do
you
truly
want
to
know?
52. The
toy
business
is
ge^ng
crowded,
and
oddest
of
all,
the
customers
can't
be
checked
out.
At
all.
Shane
decides
to
move
the
business
over
to
Inner
Child
Toys
and
GiDs,
where
he
can
craD
more
toys
and
stock
the
place
properly.
In
the
process,
the
staff
is
lost,
including
MorNmer's
wife
Edith,
the
blond
in
the
tube
top.
She
can
be
touchy
and
already
quit
once,
and
then
came
strolling
back
as
though
she
weren't
mooching
for
a
job.
Her
gold
sales
badge
is
a
mixed
blessing-‐-‐she
either
nails
the
sale
or
loses
it
enNrely.
53. Finally,
aDer
two
days
locked
in
AunNe
Hopeful's
old
crypt,
Tiny
dies.
59. Remington:
Of
course
not,
silly,
there's
no
such
thing
as
ghosts.
Let's
play
red
hands.
60. Daisie
Mae:
Renee?
Hi,
it's
Daisie
Mae.
Hope
you
don't
mind
my
calling
like
this.
Tiny
just
died
of
a
mysterious
illness,
Remington's
playing
with
the
kids,
and
I
feel
sort
of,
well,
responsible.
61. Renee:
Don't
be
so
hard
on
yourself,
Daisie
Mae.
Accidents
happen.
Daisie
Mae:
Thanks,
Renee!
I
feel
a
lot
beTer
now!
You're
a
pal!
62. Oh,
boy,
here
we
go
again.
Let's
hope
it's
a
girl.
Daisie
Mae
never
rolls
the
want
to
have
a
baby,
and
who
can
blame
her?
SomeNmes
she
wants
to
teach
the
kids
things
or
get
them
into
private
school,
but
for
a
Knowledge
Sim,
this
is
not
a
lot
of
fun.
63. Daisie
Mae:
Poor
poor
Tiny.
Time
to
make
more
snapdragons.
Just
in
case.
64. Guess
who
comes
home
with
Earthquake
his
first
day
of
school?
Everyone
knows
it's
BuTers.
He's
a
sucker
for
company-‐-‐and
cats.
He's
also
probably
a
liTle
lonely
because
when
Tiny
was
low
on
social,
he
had
to
call
somebody-‐-‐and
that
somebody
was
BuTers.
So
BuTers
spent
the
weekend
talking
to
a
Sim
dying
a
long
slow
death
by
disease-‐-‐yet
another
life-‐scarring
experience
for
the
poor
liTle
guy,
but
who's
counNng?
65. Remington
needs
more
friends
if
he's
going
to
climb
that
ladder
at
work,
and
just
talking
to
Linda
on
the
phone
won't
do
it.
He
keeps
it
strictly
on
the
up-‐and-‐up,
truly-‐-‐not
a
single
autonomous
"checks
Sim
out"
or
anything-‐-‐but
guess
who
chooses
that
moment
for
her
first
haunNng?
Ghost
of
Rosie:
This
is
just
a
warning,
Remington!
66. Linda:
What's
the
maTer,
Remington?
You
look
like
you've
seen
a
ghost!
Remington:
I
thou-‐-‐-‐.
.
.My
mother
in.
.
.oh,
well,
you
wouldn't
understand.
It's
ge^ng
kind
of
late,
Linda,
isn't
it?
Time
for
you
to
go
home,
maybe?
Rosie
disappeared
right
aDer
that
and
has
been
nice
and
quiet
ever
since.
Hmmm.
67. Good
work,
Darling!
You
learned
to
sit
up!
Now
all
you
have
to
do
is
learn
one
more
command.
.
.
68. .
.
.
have
some
kiTens,
and
you
are
ouTa
here.
Darling:
Good.
69. Remington
comes
back
from
work
dog-‐Nred,
but
I
make
him
help
Ralph
with
his
birthday
anyway.
As
the
only
non-‐permaplat
adult
Sim,
it's
oDen
dangerous
for
him
to
use
the
energizer,
and
the
race
is
on
to
see
if
he
can
make
his
LTW
before
he
gets
too
old.
Especially
with
all
those
kids
he
keeps
having.
70. Ralph
grows
up.
He
looks
a
lot
like
Earthquake,
and
Tiny,
and
in
fact
most
of
the
male
Goodytwoshoes
except
for
Joe.
But
he
has
his
Mommy
and
Grandmommy's
huge
blue
eyes,
which
helps
a
bit.
71. Ahah.
Finally,
Ben,
the
author
of
my
favorite
Legacy,
the
Ten
Caesars,
shows
up
at
the
toy
shop.
He
contemplates
buying
the
evil
kite,
but
he's
too
smart
for
that.
72. Shane:
No
evil
kites
today,
sir?
Ben:
Nope.
Shane:
How
about
marrying
a
Squeaky
Clean
heiress?
Ben:
Umm-‐-‐not
a
lot
of
fun.
And
you
have
no
heiress
yet.
Shane:
Could
I
interest
you
in
a
spare?
Ben:
All
your
spares
are
boys,
aren't
they?
And
my
turn-‐off
is
facial
hair.
No.
But
he
did
eventually
buy
something,
at
least.
73. Count
Jihoon
is
a
BIG
fan
of
the
toy
shop-‐-‐patronized
the
old
place
and
now
comes
and
buys
stuff.
So
does
Hopeful,
who
was
not
smart
enough
to
avoid
buying
the
evil
kite.
74. He
also
showed
up
to
threaten
Stephen
Tinker.
"You
think
you
can
take
money
away
from
my
father-‐in-‐law's
business,
Mister,
blah,
you
beTer
think
again
before
you
make
a
Grand
Vampire
very
annoyed
blah!"
The
workout
gear
makes
the
threat
a
liTle
less
convincing.
I'm
afraid
that
marriage
and
grilled
cheese
is
having
its
effect
on
the
Count's
waistline.
75. Shane:
So
you
see,
Remington,
one
of
the
liTle-‐known
rules
of
the
Squeaky
Clean
Legacy
is
that
the
married-‐in
husband
has
to
run
the
family
toy
business,
in
addiNon
to
working
a
regular
job,
siring
way
too
many
kids,
helping
them
all
with
their
homework,
training
the
cats,
and
cleaning
out
liTerboxes.
I
figure
I
have
about
four
or
five
days
leD,
so
I'll
try
to
teach
you
everything
I
know
before
I
pass
on
to
the
Great
Luau.
Remington:
What
if
I
know
nothing
about
making
toys?
Shane:
Oh,
you'll
learn.
Any
quesNons?
Comments?
Remington:
The
lack
of
pink
here
is
kind
of
resbul.
76. However,
there
was
a
snag.
Remington
and
Shane
used
to
be
very
close
back
before
Daisie
Mae
was
even
born.
Shane
was
actually
the
one
who
got
to
be
pals
with
him,
though
I'm
afraid
Rosie
exploited
Remington's
painfully
obvious
weakness
for
blondes.
But
with
all
those
diapers,
they
haven't
talked
much
and
Remington
isn't
Shane's
friend
anymore,
though
he
is
sNll
a
"best
friend."
There
were
a
lot
of
jokes
and
pillow
fights
before
Shane
could
call
Remington
and
expect
to
have
him
come
down
to
the
toy
store.
Remington
was
patheNcally
happy
to
have
his
old
friend
back
and
really
really
wants
to
earn
his
silver
toymaking
badge,
if
he
can
just
somehow
get
enough
sleep.
78. And
my
simself
shows
up
at
the
toy
store
again,
checking
out
the
new
place.
79. Me:
Hmmm-‐-‐but
what
would
I
do
with
a
Wet
N'
Wild
Water
Wiggler?
Nevertheless,
I'm
preTy
sure
I
bought
one.
The
business
is
seriously
in
the
red,
but
only
because
they
installed
all
kinds
of
comfort
items,
like
a
mini-‐fridge
and
even
a
hot
tub.
Keeps
the
employees
happy
and
with
a
Ncket
machine,
even
if
Dina
Caliente
does
want
to
loaf
around
in
the
hot
tub,
she's
goTa
pay
for
it.
80. Daisie
Mae,
you're
about
to
pop!
Are
you
sure
you
want
to
do
this?
Daisie
Mae:
Believe
me,
I'm
fully
aware
of
the
risks.
But
I've
done
the
math.
If
I
have
twins
now,
Darling
will
have
only
one
kiTen,
and
one
is
all
we
need.
One
girl,
and
at
least
I've
produced
the
heiress.
Two
girls,
and
I'm
done
forever
with
babies.
How
do
you
think
Remington
will
feel
about
that?
Remember,
you
can
only
Try
For
Baby.
He's
floaNng
high
and
dry
for
the
Sim
equivalent
of
five
or
six
years,
at
least.
Daisie
Mae:
Meh,
we
can
make
out,
hold
hands,
whatever.
I'm
sure
he
won't
mind.
81. Daisie
Mae:
Here,
Dad.
You're
the
Family
Sim,
you
just
got
8,000
aspiraNon
points,
you
take
the
first
baby
while
I
finish
up.
82. JACKPOT!!!
Twin
girls,
Delighbul
and
Moonbeam.
They'll
hit
teenhood
at
the
same
Nme
and
they'll
roll
for
aspiraNons
together-‐-‐we
can
pick
which
one
is
least
likely
to
go
sNr
crazy,
have
a
poll,
whatever
we
want!
83. Remington:
Oh,
boy,
another
baby-‐-‐beTer
juice
myself
up
for
a
lot
of
late
nights.
84. Remington:
Tell
me
the
truth.
I'm
expendable
now.
You
can
make
me
have
an
accident
with
a
brand-‐new
pool,
have
me
fix
the
dishwasher-‐-‐I'm
toast.
Me:
Oh,
no.
We're
developing
a
"we
don't
off
husbands"
policy-‐-‐at
least
not
husbands
like
you.
Sure,
we
could
use
a
nice
electrocuNon
ghost
more
than
we
could
another
Family
Sim
plaNnum
grave,
but
somebody's
goTa
change
the
diapers,
help
with
homework,
clean
the
catboxes,
mind
the
store
.
.
.
Remington:
There's
no
more
Try
For
Baby,
though,
is
there?
85. Remington:
Oh,
HI,
uh,
Linda!
No,
no,
just
saying
hi
and
trying
to
get
you
to
be
my
friend
for
job
points.
What?
No,
nothing's
wrong,
why
do
you
ask?
86. Remington:
Jeez.
Eighty
trillion
years
later
and
I'm
sNll
the
maid,
only
I
don't
get
paid
for
it.
I
don't
know
if
it's
all
been
worth
it.
87. Hmm.
Looks
like
Daisie
Mae
has
decided
you
deserve
some
kind
of
a
reward.
And
don't
despair
yet,
Remington.
You've
had,
let's
see-‐-‐six
kids
now?
Remington:
Don't
remind
me
about
Tiny.
Oh,
oops,
yeah.
But
you
only
need
four
more
to
hit
an
Impossible
Want.
And
as
much
as
toddler
screaming
drives
me
nuts-‐-‐
Yes,
Remington,
there
might
be
more
Try
For
Baby.
We'll
see.
Meanwhile,
we
have
to
get
the
store
up
and
running,
get
you
educated
on
toy
making,
try
to
get
you
promoted
if
we
possibly
can-‐-‐and
that's
the
stuff
of
a
whole
new
chapter.
UnNl
then,
happy
Simming!
Cover
picture
by
DianaSprinkle
on
Threadless.
