The Night of Flashing Lights It’s time for Salander’s teen birthday.
She hurries away from the table and changes into her new everyday clothes.
Salander then returns for her piece of cake just in time to freak out over the flaming dishwasher that Angel has been trying to repair.
After the excitement dies down, Silver has her birthday, fortunately without setting the cake on fire.
She follows the Pinkerton family tradition of eating outside and enjoying the weather.
Here she is in her formal dress. It’s a little darker than her favorite color, sea foam, more like mint green.
Silver: So why did you dress me in mint green when my favorite color is sea foam?
Watcher: Because it doesn’t make any difference to you what color you wear, and I’m not going to take the trouble to find the hex code for something you’ll never wear during the short time that you’re a child.
Moving on to a less contentious subject, Holmes has improved his acquaintance with Lynn Blanco, first giving her flowers…
…followed by a shy kiss.
Holmes has his birthday next.
Holmes: I wish –
Watcher: Don’t say it out loud! Your wish won’t come true.
Holmes: But how will the genie know what I want if I don’t say my wish out loud?
Watcher: Okay, genie wishes you say out loud; birthday wishes you keep to yourself. Got that?
Holmes: And people think Sims are weird.
Holmes decided to go for a more artistic look in his young adult clothing with glasses that make a fashion statement rather than just improve his vision.
This is his formal wear. He wanted something with a cape, but the Watcher hasn’t procured the outfits for superheroes yet.
The next day everyone was forced to stay home from work and school so that they could go see Holmes graduate. He graduated with highest honor and was named Most Popular.
That evening Angel tucked Silver in as usual, reading to her from her favorite book.
Angel: “It’s very important to unplug the dishwasher before trying to repair it. Otherwise, you might set it on fire.”
Silver: Wouldn’t the fact that it’s filled with water prevent the dishwasher from catching fire?
Angel: Honey, I’m just telling you what it says in the book.
Finally, everyone had fallen asleep. That was the moment that the burglar was waiting for.
Burglar: I’ll just tiptoe in and steal the toilet—Man, who puts their burglar alarm on an outside wall?
Watcher: Everyone who has read Carl’s Guide, and indeed any guide for the Sims, going back to the original game.
Before going to bed, Angel had satisfied a wish to look through the telescope, little knowing what consequences there might be.
Holmes returned a few hours later, a bit dazed but otherwise unaffected by his strange experiences in an alien spacecraft.
Or so he thought.
Holmes: Why am I putting on weight? Why am I walking funny? What is happening to me?
Watcher: Relax. You’re having it easy, comparatively speaking. No vomiting, no wishes for odd meals, no backaches, and apparently only a couple of minutes of labor pains.
Holmes: Ohhh, she’s beautiful, in a froglike sort of way.
Watcher: You can’t keep her.
Holmes: Can too.
Watcher: No, definitely against dynasty rules. I checked.
Holmes: But…but…(sobs)
We’ll give Holmes a moment of privacy and go admire Silver’s teen wardrobe. She acquired the proper trait. This is her everyday look.
And since she’s proper, this is her formal, which she’ll probably wear more often.
Holmes: I’m better now.
Watcher: That’s good.
Holmes: But I don’t feel much like painting.
Watcher: Why don’t you write a book for Lynn Blanco? A nice drama.
Holmes: Good idea. I’ll call it
A Sim Study in Scarlet.
