Gen 1.2: Electrical Banana is Bound to be the Next Phase
In our last update, we discovered that Boyd was pretty cute and that the Nanny was an idiot. We also discovered that Boyd inherited his mother's despotic tendencies. Xanthe was also born.
WARNING: This update may contain some inappropriate language.
Malcolm decided to be a real sweetheart and show Prism how much she means to him by painting her portrait. Awwwww.
Although you could say that the painting may be because Malcolm only has one thing on his mind...
Prism: Malcolm, honey, Xanthe is about to grow up.
Malcolm: Hmmmm... sex...
Boyd: Hey, I was looking for the cat... what's everyone looking at? Including the cat?
Prism: It's Xanthe's birthday, Boyd. She's growing into a toddler.
Boyd: So, why should anybody care? We all know I am going to be heir.
Malcolm: Woooooo! Grown up babies equal sex!
Me: Malcolm, not in front of Boyd, please.
Prism: Take a good last look at your sister as a baby, Boyd.
Boyd: I am not sure if I approve of competition...
Prism: Uhhhh... I spawned THIS?!? Take it away!
Me: OMFG! Attack of the fug! Quick! Get that toddler a makeover!
Boyd: Told you I was definitely going to be heir. Now that the temporary insanity is over, I am going to bed.
Me: OK. New hairstyle and outfit. What do you think, Prism?
Prism: She's really cute when she's not prematurely aged...
Me: Yeah, she is pretty gosh darned adorable now.
Boyd: Why am I suddenly getting a sinking feeling?
Me: No need to worry yet, Boyd. I haven't made any decisions yet.
Malcolm finished Prism's portrait...
...and takes to strutting around the house in nothing but his undies. *facepalm*
Boyd: I hope dad likes my marks...
Boyd: Who am I kidding, he is going to LOVE them!
Boyd: The cats may need some more muscle power in my quest for domination... I should make more friends.
Me: Boyd! Is that SAFE?!?
Boyd: Sure. If he causes any trouble, I will sic my minions on him.
Me: I don't think that is an ordinary dog...
Boyd: Mom's portrait is looking lonely, I think I am going to make one of dad as a surprise.
Me: Since when did you turn into such a daddy's boy?
Meanwhile the Nanny proves once more that she is made of FAIL...
EPIC FAIL.
Even the cats disapprove of her awesome FAILness!
Prism: Guess I will just have to use some vacation to look after Xanthe.
Xanthe: Poddy pweaz.
Prism: Maybe if I pretend I am not looking at her, she will learn how to use the potty quicker...
Me: I don't know. But Malcolm's potty training faces were better than yours.
Prism: Oi!
Prism: Nighty night Angel. Luckily for Boyd he's still exceptionally gorgeous, so by normal legacy standards he'll be heir, even though you are pretty cute too.
Xanthe: Whaaaaaaa?
Xanthe: Mees no gonna be eh?
Xanthe: Buh me wanssa be eh! ME WANS IT! ME WANNA BE EH! ME ME ME!!!!!!
Xanthe: Me cans be koot.
Xanthe: Me so pwetty. Me can be be eh now pleaz?
Xanthe: Am me not adorabubble enufs?
Me: Yes, Xanthe. You are cute enough. Now sleep. This is going to be a TOUGH decision!
Prism: That's it honey, blow out the candles...
Xanthe: Ta-daaaaa!
Me: Clothes. Change. NOW. -_-
Me: There, that's better. You still don't look as good as Boyd though...
Xanthe: Teeheehee. Looks aren't everything, silly.
Me: What are you up to?
Xanthe: Hey! Boyd! You may think you are gonna be heir, but I am going to fight you every step of the way!
Boyd: Please. What are you gonna do?
Xanthe: Smash your face into the dirt cos you can't touch me because I am a girl!
Boyd: Uh...
Boyd: Minions, you have failed me. There is a threat to my heirhood I was not aware of. Within our own house. How can your intelligence be so flawed? You disappoint me.
*translated from kitty* Plasma: No! Master! We are not worthy of you! My life is forfeit!
Technicolor: Failure! Nooooooooooooo!
Boyd: That will not be necessary. You will atone for your failure by monitoring her efforts to win over the Sim-god and thwart them through your feline cunning.
Plasma: Your wish is my command, master.
Prism: Isn't it cute how well Boyd gets on with my minions?
Me: I don't think they are your minions anymore...
Prism is oblivious to the rivalry between her children... and to Technicolour's disapproval of the couch. -_-
Me: Uh...Prism...
Prism: Urg....
Me: Constipated much?
Soon it's time for Boyd's birthday.
Xanthe: I'm watching you, buddy. Remember - your face, the dirt.
Boyd: We'll see about that.
Malcolm: That's my boy! Go on!
Xanthe: Yeah! Go on! Take your best shot!
Boyd: Growing up is srz bzniz.
Boyd: Oh yeah! We'll see about that stupid threat now, Xanthe!
Me: Well, you are old enough to drive and I forgot to get you clothes before you transitioned, so how about you go get some yellow threads for yourself?
Boyd: Awesome! I get to drive!
Me: 0.0 And with that outfit there is NO way you can drive FAST enough.
After a quick makeover, Boyd finishes his portrait of his dad.
Ladies and Gentlemen, generation 0: Prism and Malcolm Reenboog.
Of course, since Boyd is in Challengia Boy's High, they have to try and get Xanthe into Challengia Girl's High. WHich means impressing a different headmaster.
Skeezy Headmaster: Why, Malcolm... you are looking mighty fine today.
Malcolm: Eep?
Me: Just say no Malcolm! Just say NO!
Malcolm: Look! Just stop grabbing my ass while I show you the house or I will have to hit you!
S.H.: But...it's so firm! Anyway, I have heard rumours about your job sir, I couldn't have those rumours about one of our school's parents.
Malcolm: But Xanthe!
S.H.: Perhaps I can still be persuaded.
S.H.: Oh yeah... that was good. She's in.
Prism: Oh yeah! That really was good!
Malcolm: Thank heavens Prism makes fantastic Salmon!
Xanthe: Thank you for getting me into the Girl's School, Mommy!
Prism: My pleasure, sweetheart.
Malcolm: Don't tell the kids, but I am really concerned by the effect that rising oil prices is having on the world economy...
Me: Malcolm? When did the stupid go away?
Prism: Oh Sim-god! A Fire Ahhhhhh!
Malcolm: Hello sweety!
Me: Good to see that the stupid hasn't completely rubbed off, Malcolm.
Soon, the entire family discovered that they each had different interests...
Malcolm is a little obsessed with keeping in tip-top shape.
Boyd is a gamer boy (how adorable! Definite brownie points)
Prism proves to be adept at science, even earning 500 Simoleans for discovering a planet!
And Xanthe takes after her mother, a definite negative in the heir stakes.
Xanthe: Hey! I heard that!
Xanthe: Hello ants. Ants do you receive me?
Xanthe: This is Xanthe Reenboog, I am your new supreme commander...
Xanthe: I am hereby conscripting you to be my minions.
Xanthe: My blasted brother has conscripted the cats as his supports, so you shall be my newfound army! They may be larger than you, but we have numbers on our side!
Xanthe: We will crush them! They are insignificant!
Xanthe: What's that I hear? WHY should you listen to me and accept me as your ultimate leader? It's really quite simple!
Xanthe: Because I am bigger than you and can destroy you and your tiny city in a heartbeat! If you do not obey me, you will be obliterated!
Xanthe: Do you understand me? Excellent...
Me: 0.0
*Translated from Kitty*
Iridescence: I am so glad I don't have to worry about this heir nonsense like the humans.
Me: That's right. You're the kitty heir. You are the youngest and have the most interesting genetics from the 4 kittens.
Boyd: Sim-god. I hear from the cats that you are monitoring my sister and I for our appropriateness to be heir and that she has been attempting to sway you to her cause. Just because I am a gamer does not mean I am a slouch. Just to let you know that I am not throwing in the towel.
Me: Holy Mackerel! Is it wrong to find a Sim totally schmexy?!? *drools* Such a gorgeous face and an awesome body to boot! Yowzas!
Next update, who knows when!
Omake!
Apparently the maid REALLY HATES the delivery man. I wonder why... ?_?
Just an extra shot to show off the PJs I made for Boyd when i decided that my only yellow boy PJs (from Maxis) SUCKED! So here is Boyd modeling his Western PJs with leopard print paws.