Returning to our desolate lot...Chaza: Deso-lots!
we find our forlorn founders...Chaza: Forlorn, fivelorn, sixlorn!
I...I just can't deal with this.Valdrin: Look, honey, it's a house!
Valdrin: Or, at least it's part of a house.
Pippin: It's a whole house!
Chaza: A house with holes!
Valdrin: Well, if it's a whole house, where are the bedrooms?
Pippin: You can sleep in the tent.
Chaza: In tents sleeping!
Valdrin: Did you mean in tents sleeping or intense sleeping?
Chaze: I sure did!
Pippin: And so, we have Valdrin Took working on the People Person Big Dream while Chaza Alot goes for the Family Matters Big Dream.
Chaza: Family matters a whole lot! A hole lot, even! Even and odd!
Pippin: Well, odd does seem fitting for her.
Valdrin: Oh look, we have company.
Katrina: Go get that founder, Nina!
Nina: Hey there! You sure are handsome! I'm Nina. I happen to be single, so if you need a dynasty spouse, I suppose I could be persuaded.
Dina: Me too!!
Valdrin: Umm, I'm already engaged to be married...
Nina: No, that can't be right. This is a Pippin dynasty and he always starts with a single weirdo with a big nose and we all know he has a soft spot for gorgeous redheads.
Pippin: This is true.
Valdrin: Seriously, I'm already taken. I do appreciate the offer, though, and would appreciate your vote in the upcoming election.
Pippin: Yep, political career! And we'll be taking full advantage of the work at home option for both founders!
Nina: Seriously though, you're choosing this blue weirdo who's playing with toys over me?
Valdrin: Well, Valdrin Took is always a man of his word, so despite your incredible beauty, I must stand by the promise I made to my fiance, Chaza. Just remember that level of commitment when the polls open!
Nina: Ouch, feels like rejection. This must be what you feel like all the time, Dina.
Dina: Rude! I mean, yes, but still rude!
And after the welcoming wagon left, our blue-haired boy continued meeting people for his aspiration and making connections for more votes.
Valdrin: Hello, ma'am, can I count on your vote in the upcoming election?
Eva: Maybe, what's your platform?
Valdrin: I support the ideas of a united world where all Sims are treated with equality and...
Eva: I was just bluffing. I don't really understand politics. You're cute, so you have my vote.
Valdrin: Oh. Thanks.
And his beloved blue beauty also thought he was cute.
Pippin: Which was convenient since it's hard to do the Family Matters Big Dream without children.
Chaza: With children who are out! With out children!
Pippin: Her observations are weird, but confusingly not entirely wrong...
And shortly after the couple enjoyed some intense in tents time together...
Chaza: Magic sky paper!!
Pippin: That means you're going to have a baby!
Chaza: No, the trying for baby means we're having a baby.
Pippin: No, the paper is...well...I mean...again, she's not wrong, per se...
Chaza: Purse, eh?
Pippin: (sigh)
And our couple embark on their first day of political work.Chaza: Embark! Bark bark bark!!!
Valdrin: ...and so, a united world of Sims would be best for everyone. So, can I count on your vote in the upcoming election?
Miko: Are you just trying to sweet talk me so I become your wife and we start this dynasty line together?
Valdrin: What? No. I mean, you're absolutely beautiful and all, but I'm already engaged to be married.
Miko: Stupid Nina got to you first, didn't she? Stupid Pippin and his weakness for gorgeous redheads!
Pippin: Yeah, she's not wrong.
Valdrin: Well, I'm getting married, but not to Nina, so can I still count on your vote?
Miko: Oh, in that case yes. Wait, is your wife-to-be an aged-up Morgan? Or Lilith Pleasant?
Valdrin: No.
Miko: OK then, you have my vote.
Legolas: And my bow.
Gimli: And my axe.
Pippin: Oh wait, I think we veered off into the wrong story.
Chaza: Look, Pippin! I'm painting!
Pippin: Oh, that's lovely. What are you painting?
Chaza: The sidewalk!
Pippin: OK, yes, but what picture are you painting on the sidewalk?
Chaza: A picture of our child!
Pippin: Ummm, that's at least six children you're painting, not just
a child.
Chaza: Silly Pippin! Our child's not born yet so I don't know what they look like so these are just the rough drafts.
Pippin: I...I just don't even know what to say.
Gimli: Aye, lad, I feel that way when the Elf talks.
Pippin: Thanks, but you're really not in this story.
Gimli: Aye.
Pippin: And speaking of ayes...
Valdrin: AAHHH!!! I sprayed myself right in the eyes!!!
Pippin: And
I learned that two Sims in the political career both getting the political mural task for their homework counts for both of them if they work on it together! Even if one of them does a lot more work than the other. And I'm not naming names, but it was Chaza.
Chaza: That's my name too!
And after an exhausting day of schmoozing voters, defacing public property, and using spray paint as self-inflicted pepper spray, our couple heads home.
Valdrin: And thank you again for your support in the upcoming election.
Shigeru: Again, I don't think anyone else is running, so you might be trying too hard.
Valdrin: Psh, there's no such thing as trying too hard!
Nina: He
will be mine! This will be
my dynasty line!
Pippin: Yeah, I think Nina's proving that there actually
is such a thing as trying too hard.
And our couple prepares for another day of work as they await the eventual big day that brings in generation two.
Chaza: Dancing is just musical yoga!
Pippin: Are you eating leftover salad for breakfast, Valdrin?
Valdrin: Yep. Eating leftovers just like a common man of the people, and it's that understanding of the common Sim that will make me the ideal candidate...
Pippin: I don't get to vote.
Valdrin: Oh. Never mind. Wait, do Legolas and Gimli get to vote?
Pippin: They're not in this story!
Valdrin: Well, time to debate politics from the left.
Valdrin: ...and on the other hand, that being the left hand, being a Watched Sim keeps me humble. I mean, my Watcher didn't even build us a bedroom! We literally just sleep on the ground!
Pippin: On the ground in a tent!
Sofia: You poor dear! Of course you have my vote!
Pippin: What? That worked? OK, that counts as me getting you a vote. You're welcome! Wait, is Nina trying to break into your house?
Nina:
My house.
My dynasty.
Pippin: Hmmm, she does
not take rejection well. Dina, you should go talk her through it. I've rejected you hundreds of time, so you're an expert by now!
Dina: (sigh) OK.
Pippin: Meantime, it was protest time for Valdrin who hit the gym (the specified protest location) and brought along some Sims he knew to ensure he'd have a crowd.
Valdrin: Unity for all Sims!! If we don't stand united, we fall divided!
Dustin Broke: What? I can't hear you. It's this helmet. Totally covering and plugging my ears.
The Crowd: Oooo, the gym!! Workout time!!
Nina: He just brought me here to see me in my workout attire. He's definitely into me.
Pippin: (facepalm)
And our blue beauty also had the protest requirement.
Pippin: You look uncertain, Chaza. Are you sure you know what to do?
Chaza: Of course! I read a children's book!
Pippin: A children's book?
Chaza: My name is Clorox! I speak to the trees!
My name is CLOROX!! I speak to the TREES!!
MY NAME IS CLOROX!!! I SPEAK TO THE TREEEEEEES!!!
Pippin: I...I don't think that's right...
Gimli: Aye, she's a tree-lovin' Elf!
Pippin: You're not in this story!!!
And so, time moved forward, and the belly grew bigger.
Miko: ...and I totally thought Pippin had picked one of those redheads over me again!
Chaza: My head is blue!
Miko: But your hair is pink, which is not far off from my purple, which proves that Pippin wanted me as dynasty spouse but couldn't because of the rules, right?
Chaza: Baby!!
Miko: Ummm, yes, sweety?
Chaza: Baby that I'm having!!!
Miko: Oh...I...thought we just had cute little nicknames for each other...I'll see myself out...
And after a quick rush to the hospital...
Valdrin: Baby!! My baby's having a baby, baby. Wait...too many babies there!
Doctor: He called me baby! He gets my vote.
Valdrin: Well, thank you. It's truly a shame that more governmental effort isn't put into supporting our medical professionals...
Pippin: No campaigning, just go be a husband and a dad.
Valdrin: You're right, I need to campaign for father of the year!!!
Pippin: ...but my daughter said
I was father of the year...
Gimli: There there, lad.
Pippin: Thanks, Gimli, but you're still not in this story.
Doctor: So...where's the "on" button...?
Valdrin: Ummm, you're a doctor, shouldn't you know how the medical equipment works?
Doctor: Oh, sorry for the confusion, I'm just a medical intern. The doctor's off today.
Valdrin: Panic. All the panic. So much panic!!!!
Chaza: When I'm speechless I speech less!!!
Pippin: That's not how speechless works, but I get it.
And after some incompetent bumbling by the intern and a stroke of good fortune, the new addition finally arrived.
Chaza: What's wrong with him? His face isn't turning blue!
Valdrin: No, sweety, that's a good thing.
Chaza: Sweety's what Miko calls me!
Pippin: And they decided what to call the baby too. Welcome to the family, Orvin Took.
Valdrin: Oh, actually, Pippin, we're combining our last names, so he's Orvin TookAlot.
Pippin: Really? TookAlot?
Chaza: He has my name!
Legolas: And my bow!
Gimli: And my axe!
Pippin: You are
not in this story!!!!!
And so, with jobs, aspirations, and skilling well underway and the second generation started, bid farewell to the chaotic mess that is the TookAlot household.
