In a world where blazing fires threaten the safety and sanctity of every home, one lone Sim will rise to the challenge of tackling these flames...even at the cost of his own childhood!Pippin: Ummm, so yeah, Narrator, it's Spodluck's birthday...think you went a bit overboard there.
Pippin: He looks so scared.
Spodluck: Umm nrm brtmth dunu?
Rilee: Uhh, why don't you go get a makeover while I call Tanvi to come in so she can translate for you, k?
Spodluck: Frn.
Spodluck: Tyhm brm thu?
Tanvi: Yeah, you...wow! Really, just wow! I mean...yes!
Pippin: So, you're both having trouble speaking now?
Tanvi: I just...he...caught me off guard.
Pippin: Because...?
Tanvi: Okay. He's really handsome, okay?
Spodluck: Ghymthm?
Tanvi: What? No! I didn't say "handsome." I said..."have some." As in, let's have some selfie time!
Tanvi: (thinking) I am
so posting a picture of me with this dreamy hunk on my Simstagram account!
Pippin: And another young lady gets in some time with teen-aged Spodluck.
Ozbeth: Okay, loser, I'm thinking that since you got all muscly like Dad, I can pick the fights and then you can finish them. Sound good?
Spodluck: Nuh brgh frm asrach!
Ozbeth: ...I don't know what that means.
Tanvi: He said he doesn't see why anyone would need to fight. There are so many better ways to...
Ozbeth: Okay. Done with this boring conversation.
Pippin: And speaking of boring...
Pippin: Spodluck randomly got the Renaissance Sim aspiration. Yep. Here he is sitting around reading.
Pippin: And here he is working on homework with his mom while we're at a dance club.
Rilee: Well, in his defense, I'm using this to work on my Super Parent aspiration.
Pippin: Yeah. That's fair. Wait, where's Ozbeth?
Ozbeth: ...and what are you gonna do about it, hot-head?
Nina: Well!
Ozbeth: Ooo, good one! Did it take you all day to think up that response?
Nina: Well I never!
Ozbeth: Never what? Think? Yeah, that's pretty obvious.
Pippin: Umm, Ozbeth? What are you doing?
Ozbeth: Hello? She's hot-headed! We have a certain requirement to cause deaths. I'm simply trying to help the household.
Pippin: No. No killing Nina!
Ozbeth: (mutters) Never let me have any fun.
Pippin: But Nina eventually makes her way inside and is among the crowd watching as Advaith...
Pippin: still hasn't maxed DJ mixing. Why oh why does this skill take forever?
Rilee: Maybe because you haven't bought a DJ console for him to use at home so he only works on this skill maybe once a week?
Pippin: ...yeah. That could be it.
Pippin: And we head back to the house to work on more skilling.
Ozbeth: Can't I spend more time with my good friend Nina?
Pippin: No!
Ozbeth: Fine, I'll just hang out here with Catrina.
Pippin: Catrina?
Ozbeth: The weird death statue over there.
Pippin: ...oh. That's fitting. I suppose. Anyway, our supermom who never seems to get time to herself has a birthday!
Pippin: And Ashaya makes sure she still has no time to herself.
Ashaya: Whoa, like, dudeman! There's a fire on the cake that I, you know, baked and stuff!
Pippin: And even as Rilee ages up...
Pippin: I start planning to
not let Ashaya blow out the candles on his birthday so he'll get a sad moodlet so he can finish off our emotional paintings collection.
Ozbeth: Ummm,
who came up with that plan?
Pippin: Okay, okay! It was Ozbeth's plan, but I had to approve it first, so I take partial credit.
Ozbeth: Fair enough.
Pippin: And just like clockwork...
Tanvi: Dad? Are you okay?
Ashaya: Just older, girl me! Not that I, like, got a cake, you know. Even though I, like, totally bake them for everybody else, you know, like when it's their birthdays.
Ozbeth: Mission accomplished! I'd high five you if you weren't a disembodied voice, Pippin!
Pippin: Thanks! Anyway, we send him off to paint and then turn the easel over...
Pippin: to Tanvi. She's going to be around to be a paint slave much longer than Daichi, so he can mentor her for now, and after Ozbeth ages up...
Ozbeth: (wrings hands) He's hot-headed!
Pippin: (sigh) Yep. Poor guy. Anyway, Rilee continues working on her new aspiration.
Spodluck: Ythm brnd frtlr!
Rilee: Ummm, sure. I mean, the answer was two, but that might be what you said.
Pippin: Helping with homework, encouraging the homework, and teaching little Oz to say please and thank you, and more importantly, how to say sorry.
Rilee: Level 9 parenting! So close to knocking out my second aspiration!
Pippin: Yep, and Spodluck is looking like he's going to age up with at least three, if not four, positive traits, and Ozbeth...well, she's really cute.
Ozbeth: Umm, isn't it already my birthday?
Rilee: Yes, but no cake until we milk this out for one more homework, please-and-thank-you, and sorry session
with encouragement.
Ozbeth: (sigh) Fine.
Pippin: Anyway, we finally hit cake time and...
Ozbeth: Seriously? Daichi? Did you pick out my age-up outfit again?
Daichi: ...maybe. I thought I'd really picked a winner this time!
Ozbeth: Well,
I'm a winner, but this outfit? Not so much.
Pippin: Makeover time!
Ozbeth: Awesome! I look like some sort of femme fatale or black widow! So did I get chief of mischief? Public enemy?
Pippin: Freelance botanist.
Ozbeth: ...oh.
Ozbeth: That's right, you nasty seeds. I will
bury you!
Pippin: I don't know whether to be proud of the word play or disappointed that you're smack-talking seeds.
Ozbeth: (sigh) I know.
Pippin: And for those of you who love such things, here's a shot of teen Spod and the folks...
Pippin: and teen Oz and folks.
Pippin: And it looks like we'll be having an heir vote coming up really soon!
Rilee: Ahem?
Pippin: (sigh) Rilee soon.
Rilee: Better!