Last time; Pollen came back from beyond the grave, Egg Yolk fled the house, the family moved to Sunset Valley where Pollen & Shark got married, again.
Gerbera: Oh Em Gee Oh Em Gee.
Gerbera: There’s my crush.
Oh hai Trenton! Knocked up Macaroni yet?
Gerbera: He’s so dreamy.
Looks like there’s another spare I can marry off.
Chalce: Hmm, seems the fish isn’t biting here.
Chalce: Let’s try the pool instead!
I love how you can actually get fish from the pool. How is that possible?
Victoria Andrews (I think): Oh no, that legacy heir seems to be drowning! (And River McIrish who no-one cares about since she’s a pudding face.)
Victoria Andrews (I’m pretty sure): Oh wait, he was only competing in a hold-your-breath contest.
How is a child able to hold its breath longer than a teenager? Maybe River is a chain smoker…
Chalce: That statue. It looks like me. I might need more of these.
He’s serious. He keeps rolling wants for mirrors and statues, but I have no good place to put them.
Silver: Nevermind me, I’m just a dancing ghost.
Silver is Shark’s mom. I kept her grave just for that, and she’s quite pretty.
Sofia: What’s this? Oh, just a haunted table.
Silver: You’ve done quite good my boy. You are the most successful in our family with your marriage into a legacy family no less.
I think the rest of the rest of the Rackets just wilted and died back in Twinbrook. Well, there was this extreme chin girl, I suppose that counts as some success.
Chalce: You know what elder brother, when I become older and can actually do things, I’ll get a unicorn.
Chalce: And of course I have to have a diamond. This big, at least.
Chalce: But no computers. Well maybe one that’s not black or grey.
Chalce: And a trophy. In gold, or orange. Because I’m awesome.
Chalce: Good thing you’re here dad. I want lots of money when I become older.
Pyro & Shark: :|
Pyro: If you’re going to be so awesome and get nice things, at least brush your teeth once in a while. You have the worst breath.
Shark: He’s right, Chalcedony.
Here’s a family portrait for you, somewhat.
Right to left; Chalcedony, Steven, Gerbera, Pyrokinesis, Sofia, Pollen and Shark.
Chalce: I’m orange, and it’s my favourite colour too. Neat huh?
Shark: I’m yellow, but my favourite colour is red. Which is the generation you’ll bring in.
Epic Nose Girl: I think your wife & Justine won Mr. Founder.
Justine kicked butt.
Gerbera: I think that assessment requires a more perceptive person.
Sofia: Oh great. Now I’m dying.
Gerbera: What’s going on?
Sofia: I’m dead. :)
Death: Finally, a real death this time.
And you’re on the wrong side of the wall.
More crying. And whining. And Gerbera’s facing the wrong direction.
Sofia: Hee hee hee. Your scythe is sticking through the wall.
Death: Stop laughing. Now don’t move so I can come and reap your soul.
Gerbera: Where did grandma go?
Shark has tiny ears too. I didn’t notice that until now.
Sofia: Please don’t take me. I want to finish that Macaroni and Cheese.
But Death is eager to reap its first, real, legacy soul and Sofia is gone.
Pollen looks extra tortured.
Pollen: I hope the afterlife will be nicer to her.
Gerbera: No who’s going to cook our food?
Sofia was the only one with great cooking skills. I’ll see which one will be the next Top Chef.
Chalce is devastated.
Chalce: She was the only one who could make Shawarma. *Sob*
Sofia died at the age of 89. She was a great co-founder. An awesome painter. Annoyingly tiny ears. I think she secretly liked children.
Painting of Sofia: No I don’t.
Oh well. Thank you for your contribution.
Gerbera: Hold me dear. I’m sad.
Gerbera: The toilet’s broken again.
Pyro: Which one?
Gerbera: I dunno. We have like four of them.
Chalce: I’d fix it. If I were a teenager.
Kids shouldn’t try to fix toilets.
Pyro: We have like a bajillion simoleons. Why don’t we just replace it?
Chalce & Gerbera: >: (
Chalce: I like orange, and it’s the colour of my generation. Neat huh?
Bella: I like red, if you couldn’t tell by the colour of my dress.
I smell possible heir spouse.~
Who is this?
Until next time…