I Play Sims (part64)

When the family returns home from the rager at Logan & Robert Wilson's new place, they notice immediately that something is ... different.

What could it possibly be?

No, Poppy, your hand has always been at the end of your arm.

Whoa, whoa - what?! This den floor is looking damned empty. Where the hell is Ms. Chase!?

Oh, she's just playing chess on the back patio with a haunted chair. As you do.

I think the chair might be winning.

Looks like it's time to mosey. Goodbye, Ms. Chase!
I don't know how you got stuck to the den, or how you extricated yourself, but we had fun, that's for sure.

Parting is such confusing sorrow, it seems.

I suppose you can stay through graduation, Kayla, just don't go getting any ideas about sticking yourself to anything.
And put on some damned clothing.

Hrm. Looks like a group is forming. What's going on here?

Oh I see, it's a meeting of the Peevish and Cranky. Well, where the hell is everyone else?

Poppy's fishing on a cliff-edge. Can't say I didn't see that one coming.

Stanley's gone to the gym to contemplate his constipation.

Wait, Stanley - I see the problem. You've got a bag of coins coming out of your ass. That's where you went wrong.

The mailman is throwing tantrums, so I'm not sure why he didn't turn up for the meeting.

Kayla's managed to get something done while wearing clothing, so that's new.

Ugh, okay. Take your clothes off. I'm not arguing with anyone who can make a notebook disappear with just a glower.

I was wondering where Frida was. "Near a building" was my first guess, too.

Ah, she's meeting with King Travis. He's looking pretty snazzy in those high-waters.
Other than having some sort of 1950s fashion appreciation meeting, I'm clueless as to why these two are getting together.

I think she's imparting wisdom on how King Travis could get his whites whiter.

I agree. This exchange is freaking hilarious.

Ordinarily, I'd tell these two to knock it off, but Stanley has good reason to need a little extra comfort today.

First, Kayla made him talk about cast-iron skillets.

Then it was his turn to mop up the unexplained puddle.

After that, he tried to get comfortable, but Suri chased him around the room and made fun of him for not having slippers on.

Then he couldn't find ANY stars at all.

Immediately afterward he turned invisible for a few minutes, which made it hard to grimace at anyone.

And this whole shitty day was capped off by having to take guff from chess table.
Hope tomorrow's better for ya, Stanley.

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Whoa there, Poppy - simmer down, I just got here. What seems to be the trouble?

Mm-hmm, yes, I see that. That's where we leaving the babies now, all the time.

You got that right, the wet laundry as well.

I can't really say at this point if jazz hands are going to change the situation or no.

Yeah, uh ... something's happening in the, um, den. It's an emergent situation. I can't put out every fire at once.

"Hahahaha, I get it Logan - back on that old 'ladybugs is great' kick, right?"

"Not back on it, Rach ... still on it."

"Dude should write a screenplay about them, amirite."

"Just you pipe down about it, woman."

"Oh, we are totally getting booted out of this house now, right?"

"Over my twisted lifeless body, you just hide and watch."

"Ooof!"

"It was a treat getting to know you, kid."

Welp, Logan you might want to consider wrapping up any unfinished business.

You know, whenever you finish up dealing with those arm-breaking breasts.

This could be your last chance to Circle of Life an infant that doesn't belong to you ...

Or make raucous business calls in the foyer.

And you should take the opportunity to go into the kitchen and uh ... do whatever this is.

Not to mention, you won't be able to bring your favorite gnome with you, so you might as well stomp him good now.

While you're at it, hashing things out with Darryl would be a fine idea.

There it is. You both feel heaps better now, don't you?

I suggest a quick fro-yo to wrap things up. I'll see you jerks on the flip flop.

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I will reluctantly inquire what's new in the Rosenzweig house. What's going on guys?

This is what happens when Suri hides all of the toys in her back pocket.

There you go. Melt that tiny brain of yours.

Frida, stop staring at Ms. Chase's bosom. She 's trying to tell you something.

Must have been quite a stumper. Or Frida's trying to remove her shirt with only her mind.

Typical Logan. If he's not pointing, flirting or leaving babies on the ground, he's cuddling enormous lady bugs.

Have you considered maybe, crazily, walking around the bear?

Smoochin' time!

That's a no. It's always a no.

Even with freshly brushed teeth.

It's a no in the kitchen, too. A thousand times no.

To be fair, praying to butterflies isn't even the weirdest thing Stanley's done.

Thank god, another birthday.

Good grief - how hard did you blow on it, Logan?

I told you not to buy a kerosene frosted cake.

At least Stanley was pleased with the inferno.

That's it, Frida - stand as close as possible to the replacement birthday fire hazard.

Prepare yourselves for anything, people.

Those are some inescapable eyebrows. I can hardly look away.

This is an interesting development. Hay, Darryl. Let's party.

He invited Logan, too. I wonder if the results will be predictable.

I saw this coming. I did not, however, anticipate the cow print bedspread.

That's the face of a man who's done the math. Or, he's having a reaction to the decor. I know I am.

Yeah, he definitely knows. Let's grab some popcorn and await his reaction.

Porch dancing! I knew it! Let that be a lesson to you, Suri.

I mean, it's not as if Logan's mistress is stuck to the floor of your den ...

... just wailing her face off ...

... giving Poppy the fits.

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