Jamal: Fishing. In style
Mr. Smooch'ems: Yes, I am certain the fish shall appreciate the plaid tuxedo which adorns your person.
Jamal: Yep. I'm a person.
Angler: Mmmm, cereal. What are you going to do today, Becky?
Becky: Oh, just a bunch of adult things.
The adult dolls are so much more fun!
Kistin: Someone else had better start learning gardening. I'll be aging up before long.
Agri: Hello, magical talking horse.
Mr. Smooch'ems: Salutations...I mean...magical talking horse? I'm not a magical...talking...horse...
Agri: It's okay. I know you're acting as our Watcher.
So, shall I assume we're in the midst of some sort of challenge?
Mr. Smooch'ems: Well, an immortal dynasty, technically.
Agri: Okay, I can work with that.
Mr. Smooch'ems: Since you're the only mature one in the household, will you keep an eye on things for me?
Agri: On one condition...
Kirstin: ...and then the wolf said, "that riding hood totally does
not go with those shoes!"
Angler: I know, right?
Becky: Oh, by the way, I marry you.
Jamal: Okay.
And now we make the heir?
Becky: Baby, yes. And hopefully she will look like me.
Jamal: Okay.
The next morning...Mr. Smooch'ems: Does this appease part one of your conditions?
Agri: Almost...
Mr. Smooch'ems: You know, this is actually kind of fun.
Art: Do you see the strange, random stray poodle in our house?
Angler: If I do, am I responsible for its messes?
Art: Maybe.
Angler: Then no, I don't.
Becky: Welcome to Starlight Shores! I made you a fresh batch of Ad Nauseum! Where are you going? You could at least say, "Thank you!"
Sleeping potion. You're welcome!
Agri: I score again!!
Art: Just wait 'til
I'm shooting! Then I'll show you!
Or not.
Mr. Smooch'ems: Umm, Agri, now that you're home, can we chat?
Agri: Nope. It's time for a dance party!
Mr. Smooch'ems: Agri! Don't you know what day it is for you and Art?
Agri: Saturday?
Art: I feel funny!
Agri: Becky, guess what today is?
Becky: National body glitter day?
Mr. Smooch'ems: And when there are birthdays, there are very necessary make-overs.
Agri: Aww man. Now I have teenage hormones!
Art: Real men dress as fairies!
Mr. Smooch'ems: Ah, great. A college informational bucket. Simply place it next to the other one, will you, chap?