Chapter 16: In which the readers get bombarded with cute toddler pictures
Billy: Your mummy spends her time fishing. Can you say fish?
Pasteur: Poisson!
Billy: We've got a way to go here . . .
Pasteur: Bonjour mamie!
(good morning granny!)Jo: Good morning pasta! How's my little fusilli this morning?
Pasteur: Bien thanks, mamie. Papy a dit qu'il allait m'apprendre ą marcher aujourd'hui.
(good thanks, granny. Grandad said he'll teach me to walk today.)Betabee: Pasta?!
Jo: It seemed like a good shortening. Plus it means I have a variety of terms of endearment to choose from.
Darwin: That's right Pasta. Come to Papy . . .
Betabee: How's he ever going to learn simlish properly if you keep speaking french to him?
Darwin: I'm not sure. At least we should be able to reduce it to franglais if we work at it . . .
Pasteur: But Mamie, je ne veux pas apprendre l'anglais!
(But granny, I don't want to learn simlish!)Jo: Fusillli, If you don't learn simlish you can't ever discuss your favourite foods again. Nachos, sandwiches- if you abandon simlish completely these concepts will be unspeakable.
Pasteur: Pourqoi?
(Why?)Jo: They're all words which are borrowed from simlish. If you forsake simlish, you forsake simlish loanwords also.
Pasteur: True. Very well then- for my love of food I shall not abandon simlish.
Jo: Hang on- you were speaking perfect simlish there?!
Pasteur: Of course I can speak simlish, it's my mother tongue as a sim! I do vastly prefer french for its elegance though.
Betabee: Ladies and gentlemen of the forum, may I present Pasteur, a fine example of a jammie dodger?
Pasteur: You ain't seen nothing yet, watcher lady!
Pasteur's first museum pieces. I think the photo captures some of his personality quite well.
Jo: You're growing, pasta. I think my back's going to give out soon . . .
Pasteur: Petty jibes at my weight? Seriously, Mamie?
Pasteur: You do forgive me for the whole french business, right?
Jo: Of course I do! You were teasing me, I was teasing you right back, Fusilli.
Pasteur: Okay. Love you, Mamie!
Pasteur: Hello, people of the forum! My name is Pasteur, and this is my assistant Lapin. Today I am going to show you how to disappear using a toy-box. But in a few days, Mamie will let me use an oven, and I will bake you all muffins. Please send me your requests. But for now, Lapin and I shall vanish before your very eyes! Abracadabra!
Betabee: We can still see you, you know.
Pasteur: Ah, but Lapin has vanished completely!
Due to routing issues, I built a doghouse next to the pond. The dogs of the family will still have house access, but won't need to go in and block doorways.
Billy's birthday arrived as the next significant event.
Billy: Argh! Watcher, get me to a dresser before I get offered a job as a Legolas impersonator!
Betabee: Why do you have less hair in outerwear than in your other outfits?
Billy: The toupee gets soaked in rain or snow, which is very uncomfy. In the end I gave up.
Betabee: You could try a hat . . .
Billy: NO! I saw the pics of Jon. I don't want a beanie hat!
Betabee: Darwin, have you ever considered auditioning for the Wizard of Oz?
Darwin: Who's the Wizard of Oz?
Betabee: I'm not sure, but I've heard he is a Whiz of a Wiz if ever a Wiz there was!
The next set of puppies are on their way, and with them, the first set of enigmatic clues to the next generation!
Pasteur: Papa, why isn't mama here?
Billy: She's trying to complete a set of tasks so you and her and Papy can live for a very long time.
Pasteur: What about you and Mamie?
Billy: We . . . won't.
Pasteur: Is that why mama looks so sad?
Billy: Explain.
Pasteur: Parce que, she has to do so much for me and Papy and can't spend time with papa so much.
Billy: Quite possibly. You'll have your own set of tasks to compete, you know. But not until you're older.
Pasteur: Like making muffins for the nice forum people?
Billy: If you like.
Pasteur: Don't worry, forum people- Lapin will help me make muffins! Isn't that right, Lapin? . . . Don't worry, forum people. I know you can't speak rabbit, but Lapin told me he'll help me make muffins.
Franklin: I hear from your Mamie you've been having fun!
Pasteur: That's right, mama! I've been learning franglais, vanishing rabbits and dreaming up muffin recipes!
Franklin: Aww, my boy's been busy! Not too busy for a tickle, though!
Pasteur:
giggles uncontrollablyBilly: What do you think of the robot?
Pasteur: Okay. Not as good a toy as my Lapin though. I'd take a small bunny rabbit over a robot any day.
Billy: Do you remember the last time we were doing this?
Franklin: Sure thing. I was a teen, and you still had hair.
Billy: I know. I can feel the cold on my head!
Franklin: I wish we had more time together. I wish I didn't have so many of these requirements.
Billy: You worry too much, Frankie. You have all your ops done, you're level 4 in medicine and the fish are coming along well. You'll make them in time.
Franklin: I understand that, but I still wish I had more time so I can spend some time with you before you go.
Billy: I have an idea that may help with that. . .
Franklin:
leans in . . .CRASH!
Billy: oww. . .
Franklin: Maybe that wasn't such a good idea. . . How's your back?
Billy: I'll survive. I'll tell you what I was going to say later.
Franklin: OK. Better get off the ice before we properly do your back in, eh?
Billy: Good plan. OOh that smarts . . .
Luckily Billy's back was fine enough to hold Pasteur for his birthday.
Of course it would be cruel to end the chapter here. But this is my 25th screenshot, so . . .
Next time: Pasteur is a child, and Franklin finally gets to go to university! (just as the next EP is out.
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