The Mrmpfle Legacy: Chapter 2.8
warnings: language, teen sexuality,
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Before we start I have a totally funny story. Yea. I posted 2.9 before doing this one because, I'm clever. Like. The cleverest. They should call me King Clever and I'll wear a clever crown and have a clever scepter. Yup. Awesome. okay! On with the story!
Last time on the Mrmpfles: The gnome tried to foil the maid's plans for laundry, Freckles finally succeeded in her plan to get pregnant again, Cupcake was pretty damn adorable, Gage was a mad scientist and performed evil experiments on the couch to make it smell like mint, everyone tried to make some friends, and Porkchop and Cupcake shared a birthday, and Porkchop even convinced May to show up.
And we'll jump right back in to the party.
Freckles: You know Dad, this place is a total sty. Seriously. What's with all the dirty dishes?
Gage: Is she seriously bitching at me about this?
Gage: Hey guys. You'll never believe how much of a bitch Freckles was being to me.
Porkchop: Yea Dad, sure, that's nice, whatever. can you leave now?
I think this is a trick of The WooHooer. I really do. There is no way that May would kiss him any other way.
Cupcake: Is there really a baby in here Mum?
Freckles: Yup. You know, you were in there once.
Cupcake: =O NO WAI!
Freckles: Wa- oh dear. Something doesn't...
Freckles: Oh god.
Cupcake: Mummy? What's wrong?! D:
Freckles: Urk! I forgot how unpleasant this is.
Cupcake: Omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg!!! *panics*
And if anyone remembers the glitch from last time, it happened again. So enjoy this musical interlude while we wait for baby.
Markus: Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb! Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow.
And we're back! Babies bore me, so we're going straight to toddler, also, this way Cupcake and her can be close-ish in age.
Even Cupcake isn't immune to the pull of the birthday cheer.
Cupcake: I don't even know this kid! :D
Everybody meet Pumpkin. She's artistic and friendly and she likes classical music, dim sum, and the colour pink. Yea, I have the feeling she's going to be a crazy girly girl.
Later that night Porkchop decided to have a cup of hot chocolate and think about some things. May had gone home a few hours ago. They had kissed but he didn't think anything else was going to happen. She rushed out pretty quick and now the house was quiet. Everyone else was asleep and Porkchop was glad for it.
After he'd finished his coffee Porkchop headed to the living room and sat down at the laptop. He'd made his decision.
Within 15 minutes Porkchop had a new place to live and was heading out on his own. He felt pretty good about the decision too. He didn't want to be Squishy, living with his parents for the rest of his adult life, and Freckles and Markus were carrying on the legacy, they needed room for their expanding family.
But Porkchop didn't go too far. He was only a few houses away from his family.
And he's even got himself a roommate. Although, he's a little weird looking. I sure hope Porky isn't murdered and cannibalized.
The next morning started off pretty crap for Markus.
Markus: I can't believe I broke the shower. *sniffle* I didn't even really get a good chance to use it.
Freckles was having a great morning though. She decided to be an independent woman and make some waffles. Cause you know, tossing some frozen waffles in a pan is hard work.
Meanwhile, Markus was trying to get over the pain of breaking the shower by being a good dad.
She's definitely got her mother's "I'm so cute" toddler thing going on. Also, I just realized, I think she has Gage's eyes. I can't remember for sure, but no one else has blue eyes. Hmmm, let's all take a moment to reflect on sim genetics.
*pauses*
Freckles: Kid, I see you eying up these waffles but you can forget it. We are not trading.
Cupcake: Yea Pumpkin. Mum and I are going to eat waffles and you had to eat that slop!
Uh-oh...
Pumpkin: *much rage and high pitched squealing* NOOOOOOO! WANT WAFFLES! RAWR!
Markus: Goddammit all to hell!
Markus: The shower and the dishwasher all in one morning! FFS!
Like I said, it was a crap morning for him.
Pumpkin didn't quit pitching her fit and Freckles was adamant that the waffles were not for toddlers so Markus took her out of the high chair and read her a book instead. D'aww.
Cupcake is a very serious sim!child.
Cupcake: DURR! I can cross my eyes. :D
Okay, he can be a very serious sim!child.
Cupcake: I wasn't being serious. I was reading a new cupcake recipe. *giggle snort* heehee. It's like I'm making myself. But. I am going to make the perfect cupcake.
Peanut: Okay kiddo, but get your mother to try them okay? I've done the cupcake thing, it's her turn now.
Cupcake: Oh just you wait Gran. It's going to be so amazing and delicious.
Cupcake: Okay, they look alright, and they smell good but...I don't know. Mum! Mum! Try one of my cupcakes?
Freckles: Urrr. *sigh* Fine.
I think they were good? I'm not sure what this means.
Cupcake: It means the swing is fun! Wheeee!!!
Cupcake and Freckles are actually like, really close.
Freckles: You know Cupcake, that cupcake was really- durrrrr! I think I'm *choke* having some sort of *coughhack* cupcake *snort* related illness!
Cupcake: *giggles* Nuh-uh! I think that's just your face. We didn't want to tell you, but you're kind of funny looking.
Freckles: Well, I didn't want to tell you but, your face looks like a monkey.
Cupcake: Oh yea? Like this?
Freckles: No, it's more like this.
They spent a good twenty sim!minutes doing that.
Squishy: So, Mum, how are you today? It's a beautiful day isn't it?
Peanut: I haven't forgiven you yet.
Squishy: Oh come on! Whhyyy?
Peanut: Because, you were mean and hurtful and I'm your mother. You should love me and respect me.
Squishy: Gah! I do just, forgive me already!
Peanut is still holding on to her hurt over Squishy's outburst.
♥
It was a Sunday evening and the family wanted to have a bit of a nice evening together so they went off to the park near their house.
Freckles: Hey Squish, Mum tells me you two still aren't talking much.
Squish: Yea, she's totally being a right bit- ooo! Hot girl! Gotta go!
Peanut and Gage joined them after Squish and Freckles lit the fire.
Peanut: Dammit!
Peanut: It's just a little...on fire. It's still good right?
Cupcake: See Gran, the trick is to hold your marshmallow over the coals, not the actual open flame, then you can get it nice and toasted without setting it on fire.
Peanut: Listen here short stuff, I like my marshmallows nice and charred. Your gran is one tough nut.
Cupcake: Oh. Well, I like mine perfect.
Cupcake: Yup, perfect. Every time.
Freckles even brought some fireworks. Last time we tried this, Peanut basically caught on fire. Here's hoping this time works better.
Much cooler this time around. :)
Sadly Squishy missed all of it. He got shot down by the previous hot girl and spent a good amount of time obsessing about it.
Squishy: Do I have a stray facial hair? Is that it? My eyebrows look good. Well groomed. My moustache is, well, it's just amazing. How could someone not love it? It's manly and sophisticated. (Anna: It isn't. It's creepy and reminiscent of some 70s porn star.) My demeanour was charming and eloquent. (Anna: It wasn't. He yelled at her for liking sports within two interactions.) Clearly she's just crazy for running off. Clearly. (Anna: She wasn't. I love Squish, but I'd never want to date him. Ever.)
Random Dude: So you're saying, if I don't hold my marshmallows over the flames, they won't be as likely to catch on fire?
Cupcake: Well, they won't get as charred, and if you're patient, and pay close attention, you can get a perfect marshmallow.
Random Dude: Wow, you're totally right. This is amazing!
Cupcake: Of course I'm right, when it comes to food, I'm never wrong. You should see my cupcakes.
Anna: Oh, sweety, no. Don't say that to him. It just...it sounds wrong.
Apparently Squishy's hour long pep talk to himself really paid off because he managed to score with Fossil Poole....in a bathroom. Really classy Squish, really classy.
He's really happy about this.
Fossil: Ooof. So. *pant* Heavy.
So Squishy missed all the family time cause he was too busy making out with Fossil. Again, really classy.
Then he promptly went home and fell asleep on the couch. I don't even get it...
Cupcake: I don't understand, I'm sooooo hungry!
Anna: Well, all you ate last night was marshmallows, remember?
Cupcake: You mean they aren't nutritious and satisfying?
Anna: Not really. You could always ask your Gran to make you something nice.
Peanut: So you want to help me make some pancakes?
Cupcake: Yea! It would be fun! Please Granny?
Peanut: Okay. No one's offered to help before...
When Cupcake aged up...I did not think about this.
Cupcake: So. Mum. What uh, what class do you have first?
Freckles: Honey, if we could, just, not talk right now, that would be nice.
Cupcake: Okay.
That afternoon I heard some screaming coming from the bathroom and found the maid panting over the toilet.
Maid: *eyetwitch* one day! One day I'll kill them all! MWUAHAHAHA!
And just a few rooms over was sweet, innocent little Pumpkin. Who's life I now fear for.
Pumpkin: I like da gween bwocks! :D
Gage has reached his lifetime wish. DUN DUN DUN DAAAAA!!! *fanfare and confetti* He's finally a Mad Scientist. Oh no wait, he reached his ltw last promotion since he wanted to be a Creature-robot cross breeder. Oh well! Whatever! He can have fanfare for being a Mad Scientist (or whatever he is. The outfit is really...really great. Honest. I love it. I want one for myself.)
Freckles wasn't having much luck avoiding awkwardness on the bus ride home either.
Annabelle: So. I haven't heard from your brother lately.
Freckles: Uh. Yea, well, you know. He had his birthday, and then we went to France for a bit and things have just been...hectic. I'm sure he's been meaning to call and also hasn't seen any other girls. Not at all. Probably.
Annabelle: Yea, you're probably right. So, want to come over?
Freckles: Uhh...
Freckles: I really hope she doesn't turn out to be one of those crazy girls who tries to kill me for my brother's sins.
Anna: Yea. Same here. I'm kind of fond of you.
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Well, that's where I'll leave you for now. Wondering if Freckles will make it out alive. And if Squishy is ever going to actually call Annabelle. And is the maid going to kill the toddler? Who knows. Find out next time my lovelies. Yes, you are mine. All of you. And you are lovelies. Oooohhhh how lovely! *cough* okay. That was weird. I'm sorry. Please accept my apology.