Pippin: We rejoin the Tooks to find that the monster has turned his attention to the princess.
Ciara: AAHHH!! Mr. Narwhal, get him!
Pippin: But it was actually her daddy who rushed to the rescue with a bottle of Monster B Gone (patent pending) spray and then tucked her safely back into bed.
Chantons:
Sleep my little one
Sleep my dear
Night is falling
Darkness is nearCiara: K. Good night, Dad.
Pippin: And the next day, the princess was more prepared for scary monsters.
Ciara: See? It's a battle dress!
Anabelle: Ummm, that's your formal wear...
Raven: Nice, sis! You're just like Ruby and Weiss now. No need for you to fear that mean old monster any more.
Ciara: Thanks, bestie!
Raven: Still not besties.
Pippin: Raven humors her so well...ish. Anyway, after the girls left for school, Anabelle started trying to teach the monster girl how to say "I'm sorry," which we all know she'll need throughout life.
Pippin: And strangely, all three of the Sims at home got frozen...
Pippin: but I didn't want to have them travel or anything to unfreeze them as Raven was set to move up a letter grade. However, the pleasant surprise was that the game still registered Alyssa as being taught to say "I'm sorry" and her Conflict Resolution score kept increasing all day! Quite the nice happy accident (Bob Ross would be proud).
Anabelle: I'm claiming credit for that!
Pippin: As well you should. Anyway, the girls had a movie night watching The Lost Dog's Long Journey Home or whatever it's called.
Ciara: Don't go in the cave, Fido!
Raven: I can't look!
Alyssa: Cereal!
Pippin: And since the next day was Saturday, the family set off for the library to use the computer to volunteer to help out at the local soup kitchen.
Pippin: While they were there, the electricity went out and young Ciara called the electric company to get help.
Electric company worker: ...so I'm afraid there's not much we can do at the moment and you'll just have to wait.
Ciara: Wait?
Wait?!?!? I am a princess, sir...
Electric company worker: Ma'am, actually...
Ciara: and I am trying to help these peasants eat inadequate food because I'm wonderfully kind and humble.
Now you'd better get this fixed so everyone can see me being generous!Pippin: Long story short, the electricity stayed off and she lost some ground on emotional control. I have a sneaking suspicion this one may have teen mood swings. A lot. Anyway, Chantons had to go immediately from the soup kitchen to work, but he soldiered through nicely.
Chantons: (musical snoring)
Raven: Oh, poor daddy!
Raven: So, MonsterUnderTheBed, would you be willing to give me a hand moving Daddy into his bed? Hello? I see, there when you want to play, but gone when there's work to do. Typical.
Pippin: But Chantons did manage to make it to bed and we awoke the next day ready to enjoy the second day of the weekend with some time at the park.
Ciara: Yarr! I be princess of the pirates! Come man the foreguns, scurvy sister!
Raven: I'm not sure I'm okay with being called that.
Ciara: Yarr, bring me that horizon!
Raven: Okay, this is actually pretty fun!
Raven: Isn't this super-fun, random boy?
Random Boy: (thinking) Okay, she just talked to me. Play cool. Play cool. I should...talk...or something...maybe...
Raven: K, guess we'll talk later. Bye!
Random Boy: ...(thinking) I blew it.
Pippin: And the girls set off with their mama to hit the flea market.
Pippin: And Ciara got exactly what she wanted.
Raven: Alright, I guess you're right, we are besties.
Ciara: Bring it in!
Ciara: Oooo, I want
those!
Raven: Hmm, I'd somehow pictured this moment lasting longer or being more glorious.
Ciara: I. Must. Have. Them!
Anabelle: So, dolls-seller-person, maybe I could pay less than what you're asking?
Dolls-Seller-Person: What an outrage! I'll have you know I'm already losing money selling them this cheaply!
Pippin: Well, that went well. Anyway, Anabelle paid full price and Ciara got exactly the dolls she wanted and continued her room makeover.
Ciara: Sqqueeeeeeee! It looks so AWESOME!!!
Pippin: Raven, are you sure you don't want a room makeover?
Raven: No thanks, Pippin.
Raven: My room's fine and it has the dollhouse and is nicely centrally located so we can all share doll time.
Pippin: Raven, your sister may be the princess, but you're the rockstar superhero.
Raven: Aww, thanks!
Pippin: And the princess and rockstar superhero both learn the benefit of writing in their journals.
Raven: Wait, what's that sound coming from the kitchen?
Ciara: EEwwwwww!! Get a room, you two!
Anabelle: Good idea!
Pippin: And so, they head off to bed. The next day, the girls are set to return to school, but something else very significant was set to happen.
Anabelle: Aww, our little monster girl is becoming a monster child.
Pippin: How sweet. Much better cake this time, Anabelle. Did you use less mud?
Anabelle: (glares)
Alyssa: Okay, it's makeover time.
Alyssa: Much better!
Pippin: And so, we have all three girls at child age. Some big things I've learned in this session include the value of the journal, the general lack of benefit of playtime, how awesome it is to have the parenting skill high enough to give a second wind, and the value of good timing in Sims getting frozen!
