Filler
(Audren Note: That's basically what this update is: documenting the day leading up to Carl's wedding.)
Inky: Die, raccoon!
Raccoon: Help! Help!
Europa: Hello?
Thornton: Europa?
Europa: Hey, Dad! What's up?
Thornton: I have a daughter!?
Europa: Yeah....
Thornton: *offscreen* Morgana, is there something you forgot to tell me!?
Europa: Don't tell anyone, but... I'm engaged to Carl!
Antone: *gasp* I never knew!
Europa: I know, right? We're secretive.
Antone: Yeah. Don't tell anyone this either, but..... Carl's engaged!
Europa: *gasp* Really!?
Jamie: So, I just stand like this?
Max: Yup, perfect!
Jamie: Yay! I feel like an Immortal!
Inky: Come back, ball! I want to adopt you, like Mr. Payne!
Diana: Wait, isn't this
your daycare, Mr. Payne?
Mr. Payne: Yes, it is.
Diana: So why aren't
you working?
Mr. Payne: ...
(Audren Note: Carl just finished "Carl's Sims 3 Guide 3.0. It wasn't a flop like the first two, but it's still not getting the amount of respect it deserves.)
Abraham: Isn't this the Ratcliff home?
Dorothy: Yeah, I hear Max Skills lives here, too!
Ian: Max Skills? From
Riches Galore!?
Abraham: Yeah, I'm gonna go to the back and break into the home!
Dorothy: I'll stay out here and photo-spam their dog!
Ian: Where is the dog?
Antone: Inky! Couldn't you do that when we were home?
Inky: Don't control my bladder, puny mortal.
Max: Ta-da! A 4,000 simoleon ice sculpture of you that will never melt!
Jamie: How'd you learn to do that?
Max: I went to the School of Leto Skill-Building. Best school I've ever seen.
Jamie: That's so cool! I have to go, though. I'm feeling a little sick. Bye!
Mr. Payne: How'd you sculpt that again, Mr. Skills?