@wfgodot Thanks! I'm glad you liked the birthday party. I'm loosening up on letting them out of the house lately, and it's been kind of fun. Otto autonomously steals things all the time now. He somehow even managed to steal something from his own family. I think it was food, but the mouseover text definitely said "Stolen from the Spiffendale household." I was kind of impressed with the chair in the apartment, though, because the room was packed with people and yet he was somehow still successful in going unnoticed.
Yes, I was thinking of you as Wendell's fan, though sdhoey did say he was her favorite a few pages back, too, so you guys can be president and vice-president of Wendell's fan club, I guess.
Yeah, Tallulah's phone is the new swim trunks. Poor Arianna. I fear she will never get the dignified ambrosia dinner she craves.
@oshizu The Watcher is absolutely making the most of the time she has with happy gorgeous Thaddeus before he ages up to elder. It's funny, ever since Otto, every single Spiffendale teen has been odd-looking to me, but as they age they get more and more attractive until I'm wildly infatuated with them. I don't know if it's affection for my Sims or if they really do grow into their looks, but anyway, I'm happily snapping away with the C button now.
Oh, and yes, sneak peek at Cressida's future romantic interest incoming!
@Caterina Thanks. I loved that shot, too. They really are best buddies. Oh, and lurk away. I always appreciate your comments, but I know you're there and I appreciate your support even if you don't say anything.
@Alex Teehee. Thanks. I'm sure he won't. He likes himself just fine the way he is.
@sdhoey Well that is very high praise, indeed! Cressida will be extremely pleased to hear you think so!
Chapter 105: Wild Times at Casa SpiffendaleWatcher: Helloooooooo Nurse! Stop checking out that girl in the high-waisted pants! As of right now, you’re spoken for, Mister!
Pernille: Ugh. Finally. You’d better actually be a fossil and not another one of those stupid capsules because I did not stay out all night, smelling foul, in this deserted park for nothing!
Thaddeus: Okay, then, dreamy teen boy. Here are the rules for dating my teenage daughter: Number One - Wait Until She is Actually a Teen.
DTB: Um, Sir? Is it a problem that I have no idea what you’re talking about?
Thaddeus: Nope, and you should probably get used to that feeling because it’s not going to change. Let’s make that Rule Number Two.
Thaddeus: Are we sure about this one, Watcher? He seems a little dense.
Watcher: You know, I’m not making any pronouncements about romance anymore with any of y’all. Things never turn out the way I plan them. All I know is he’s cute and I want at least a couple of you to know him so we can invite him to parties. Sound okay?
Thaddeus: All right, then.
DTB: Am I the only one confused here? I just came to the park to be mildly rebellious on a school night.
Watcher: Maybe we should hold out for this guy. He’s got some serious face game.
Watcher: I’d like to tell her that threatening people is not the best way to make friends, but it seems to be working for her so I’ll just see what happens.
Pernille: Sorry, Dad! Yikes! I just can’t stay away from this toilet!
Wendell: It’s all good, dear. I understand completely. Why just empty your bladder when you could empty your bladder and watch the news?
Pernille: Truthfully, I don’t even have to go. I just wanted to look at it some more.
Cressida: Look G-Mor! Look how cute we are! Hey, how come you don’t have any of the good Spiffendale features?
Morris: Well, I’m technically not a Pancakes, so I missed out on the chin and I’m way too early for the family nose. I might have the secret Spiffendale butt, but that’s debatable.
Cressida: So since Grandma Pernille and Gwenda have both the nose and the chin, does that make them, like, The Ultimate Spiffendales?
Morris: You could say that, but I wouldn’t recommend it. Their egos are already pretty out of control, particularly Gwenda.
Wendell: Wild times at Casa Spiffendale. I hate to break up this party, folks, but Thad’s fiancé is here and I think it might be time for a certain quiet backyard ceremony.
Thaddeus: Oooh! Why do I always have to get married when I’m actually winning for once?
Otto: This is why I prefer analog toys.
Thaddeus: Akito Hayashi, it took a lot of mis-steps, at least three phases, and countless wardrobe changes for me to realize this, but you’re the love of my life, and I never ever want to let you go.
Akito: Thaddeus Spiffendale, I’m sorry it took a tragedy to bring us together, but loving you has been worth every hardship, and when I look in your eyes, all I see is joy and hope for the future.
Cressida: You guys are still disgusting! Move it along!
Thaddeus: Hey! You’re not bad at picking out rings, either.
Akito: What can I say? I have good taste.
Watcher: D’aaaaaww. I just love weddings. And I could watch you two kiss all day.
Thaddeus: Stop. Being. Creepy.
Watcher: Come. Out. Of. That. Screen. And. Make. Me.
Wendell: Hmmm. Gosh. Should I? The household only has three million in cash right now, and who knows how much a bowling alley is going to cost when those come out . . .
Cressida: Please, Gwenda, pleeeeeease!
Wendell: Oh, okay. Twist my arm. Buy all the new toys you want, darling. And throw in something nice for your old Gwenda, too, okay? Don’t forget who loves you best!
Cressida: Awesome. I can totally find a way to make use of that.
Wendell: Hold your horses there, kitten. This move is only for professionals and party animals.
Cressida: And accomplices.
Wendell: Right. And accomp- wait, what?
Cressida: Now, now. You don’t need to do that homework, new friend. You’re in with Cressida Spiffendale now! I got you. I will take care of you. You’re beyond grades, now.
Friend: Okay. So what do you want to do?
Cressida: How would you like to try your hand at bartending?
Thaddeus: Happy Spice Festival, sweetie. Want to hear some metaphors comparing those flaming curry dishes to the flames of my passion for you?
Akito: I defy any dish to be hotter than you look in that jacket.
Watcher: Gather ‘round, ladies and gentlemen for the comedy stylings, smooth tones, and endless hidden talents of Salma the Butler! For one night only, she’s inappropriately busking for no explicable reason!
Bystander: Oooh! I got five simoleons for that! *tips*
Cressida: Yes! Finally a place to work on my sweet moves! I wish the Watcher would take a hint already and give us a sub-basement basketball court like the Behrens have.
Watcher: Keep dreaming, kid. I have enough trouble chasing you all away from the bush and the talking toilet. I’m not even dealing with overexerted elders dreaming big.
Wendell: Hey, dude. Thanks for meeting me back here. So, how are things looking? We pretty much set for the big invasion?
Ghost: You shouldn’t have any trouble on entry, but look, man. They know you’re coming. It’s all over the ghost channels right now, and the setback with Mal just gave them more time to prepare. They’ll be waiting.
Wendell: Psssh. Let ‘em wait. Let ‘em quake in their little ghost boots. This is going down, and there is no way they’ll be prepared for what we’re bringing.
Ghost: I hope you’re right, man. We’ll all be pulling for you. How’s the new kid looking?
Wendell: She’s awesome. She’s going to teen up in a few hours, and I think she’s going to be exactly the edge we need.
Rieko: Oh, this song always makes me cry.
Watcher: Where did she get a GUITAR? Salma. Seriously. What?
Watcher: Alien Street Style: Earth Edition. The look that says, I know I’m purple, but I’m also fabulous! Don’t hate me because I’m an alien, hate me because I’m pulling off this cardigan-necktie ensemble in a way you never could.
Thaddeus: Okay, wait . . .wait . . . don’t tell me. It’s right on the tip of my tongue . . . .Omar!
Omar: Yeah, dude. Omar. Your best friend. Quit messing around.
Thaddeus: Sorry, man. It really has been too long, though. You look great.
Omar: You too, buddy. Second marriages look good on you!
Thaddeus: I gotta tell you, man, it feels good. I didn’t even know I could be this happy.
Omar: Well I, for one, am relieved. You looked so tragic after the divorce I was afraid to look at you and devolve into a puddle of liquid ennui.
Thaddeus: I honestly think my eyes have moderated a bit since I was a kid.
Omar: You must not look at yourself very often.
Watcher: And serving up yet another mysterious outfit. Akito, you never cease to amaze.
Cressida: Yeah! Finally!
Cressida: Oh, come on. We all knew I was getting the nose.