The Big Day is Here! Graduation! (And Also A Wedding, Or Something)Also of note that night was Darleena aging up to Young Adult. When she saw the newly-inducted Arlo in the party, she was ecstatic.
Darleena: “I get a live-in man servant for my birthday?! Sweet! Just what I always wanted! This is the greatest day ever!”
Arlo: “What? I’m not a man servant. I’m Drizzelda’s fiancé.”
Darleena: “Silence, Man Servant! Now behold my mighty sparkles!”
Darleena: “You! Man Servant! Get me a slice of cake! Chop! Chop!”
After an hour or so of bossing Arlo around, she took a small break to get her clothes in order. Honestly, though, look at that smile. Getting an Arlo to harass for all eternity is seriously the best thing that’s ever happened to her.
*sigh* If this was any other Dynasty . . .
But since it's
this Dynasty, here's Arlo's move-in makeover. The hair absolutely stays.
If it’s any consolidation, I had to look at any and all of these the longest.
And if that’s not disturbing enough for you, have a new desktop background.
You're welcome.
And on a more somber note, Snicklefritz/Jubel/Whatever-the-heck-its-name-was finally sent back home. Drizzelda sent her on her way the next morning, her heart heavy.
Drizzelda: “Well, Kitty, we had super big fun times, but I’m afraid you have to go back home now. That twitchy Chris boy’s been asking around for you, and I’m sure Darleena didn’t mean to take you away from your owner. She’s too nice for that.”
Drizzelda: “S-so what a-are you w-waiting for?! Go h-home! G-get out of h-here, you s-stupid animal!”
Drizzelda: *sobs*
She got over it fairly quickly, though, because today was a big day!
Darleena: “Drizzelda, for the fourth time, it’s mine and Arlo’s Graduation ceremony, not your wedding!”
Drizzelda: “Yeah, weddings are great, aren’t they?”
Agnes: “Relax, dear, there was just a mix up in dry cleaning. She knows what’s going on. I think.”
Darleena was Valedictorian, and her speech probably went something along the lines of, “HAHAHA! BOW DOWN BEFORE ME, LESSERS! BOW DOWN AND BRING FORTH THOSE WHO ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR SNUBBING ME THE INVITE FOR PROM!”
She was then unanimously voted for “Most Likely to Burn Down Their Own House.” I know that it’s supposed to be because she’s clumsy, but
come on.
Arlo wasn’t to be forgotten either. The Sunset Valley high school senior class had voted him, “Most Likely to Fulfil Their Lifetime Wish.”
You know, maybe I have Sunset Valley all wrong. Look at these sweet kids, all showing how much they believe in Arlo and wishing him all the best in life. That’s . . . that’s seriously the nicest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s almost like they all feel really bad for teasing him all these years, and this is their way of making it up to him. I’m so proud of these kids. They’re so mature and humble. It’s amazing.
So what is your Lifetime Wish, Arlo? Illustrious Author? Master Mixologist? Swimming in Cash? Come on, what did those kind, sweet kids think that . . . you . . . can . . .
. . . . . . . .
Surrounded By Family.
Those children. Told Arlo.
ARLO. That he was most likely to have FIVE CHILDREN. That he was most likely to REPRODUCE.
FIVE.
TIMES.
This wasn't a gesture of kindness
AT ALL! That’s the meanest, most backhandiest of all backhanded compliments I’ve ever seen! And it was from the ENTIRE CLASS. And don’t even bring up that he’s engaged, they don’t even
know about Drizzelda! I can PROVE it. Seriously,
LOOK.
Arlo: “Hey, Mort! Guess what?! I’m engaged! I’m going to marry the wonderful and beautiful Drizzelda Hideous! She's the one in the wedding dress. Isn’t that great?!”
Mortimer: “. . . Oh, please tell me you’re joking.”
Arlo: “I’m completely serious! Ask Darleena!”
Darleena: “Yup, Man Servant’s right. End of the world as we know it, and all. Now go fetch me a drink! Your Valedictorian needs her thirst quenched.”
Arlo: “And I’d like to thank you and the rest of the class for all voting me Most Likely to Achieve My Lifetime Wish of raising five kids. I really appreciate the support. It’s really encouraging! I was really perfectly willing to settle for just one, considering possible spacing issues, but the more the merrier, right? And to think that for my whole life, I thought that you would have been against me having even
one kid! Boy, did I have you guys all wrong! I guess the more Drizzarlo-boos we can bring into the world, the better!”
Mortimer: “Oh, sweet, baby Will Wright, what have we
done?!”
Yeah, serves you jerks right. And if there was room in the house, I totally would have granted it, too.
And that brings up another point. On his traits bar, he
does have the Family-Oriented trait. Morbidly curious, I looked up his original traits from when he was a child. The traits were Excitable, Athletic and Loves the Outdoors. His teenage trait was Workaholic. That means that he picked up Family-Oriented
AFTER he met Drizzelda. Heck, he picked it up the morning he got engaged! I am fully convinced that he was entirely banking his hopes, dreams, and future happiness completely on Drizzelda marrying him, which is at the same time the most romantic and dangerously optimistic gamble he could have possibly made (considering that he didn’t feel worthy enough for her, and would probably have died alone if she turned him down), and nothing you people can say can convince me otherwise of anything.
But even his own family couldn't be fully happy for him that his plan worked out. First, he told Lisa.
Arlo: “Hey, Lisa! Guess what?! I’M GETTING MARRIED! Isn’t that great?!”
Lisa: “YOU?! HA! What, does Thievie Wonder have a sister, or something?! Seriously though, WHAT?!”
Even nice, dependable Ethan Bunch couldn't keep it completely together for his little brother. I've never seen a Sim with eyes so glazed over before in my life.
Arlo: “So her name’s Drizzelda, and she’s the nicest, most wonderful woman in the whole wide world, and we’re gonna have SO MANY BABIES, and it’s gonna be the greatest thing ever!”
Ethan: “Uh huh . . . Well, I’m really happy for you and all, but tell me, Arlo. Does she look
exactly like how you’re describing her in your speech bubble up there?”
Arlo: “Yup!”
Ethan: *eyes glaze over even more as brain shuts down a little*
His mother was happy though.
Arlo: “Hey, Mom! I’m getting married!”
Judy: *thinking* “YES! I win the pot! Hahaha!” *out loud* “Congrats, sweetie. I’m sure you’ll be very happy together.”
So in a few days, the wedding was held.
You know, one of these days, I’m going to find out how you get people to sit at these things.
Here are Drizzelda and Arlo, standing in front of witnesses in only the truest sense of the word, about to beat the odds and tie the knot. (Arlo is in a new suit because he didn’t think his previous one was tacky enough.)
Arlo: “Oh, Drizzelda, don’t cry! We’re getting married, everything’s fine.”
Drizzelda: “I k-know! That’s w-why I’m crying!”
Arlo: “Oh, Zell . . .”
Darn it, impressive Photobomber. . .
After the kiss, Arlo took off like a shot. What’s his hurry?
Arlo: “I’ll be back in a minute! I’m sooooooooryyyyyyyyy!”
He came back fast enough, and the wedding party continued.
Drizzarlo-boos are on the way, y'all!
