College: The First Frontier

Welcome back! An exciting thing will take place this week! Obviously, since I put it in the title. Our oldest of generation 3 will be our first to go to college! Yay!

In the meantime:
Nice ride!
Yeah. Being a judge has its advantages.



Congratulations. I didn't know you had violin lessons.
I was embarrassed to say till I got better.



Aaaaaaaaaaahhh!
Oh my God! Paris, are you okay?
Please don't die! I don't think I can take another death!
Well, she's still sitting upright, so I'm going to assume she's not dead.
Paris, are you okay? Answer me!
Look at me. Just look at me, 'Lanta. Do I look okay to you?
Now, no need to be snappy with your sister. She was worried about you.
Is she going to be okay?
She'll be fine. We have to get her a shower and salvage what's left of her hair.

Before you start yelling, this was all I could salvage of your hair.
I'm just glad I'm not bald.
Hmmm... maybe the shock scrambled your brain. I'm not complaining. Why were you taking a screwdriver to the computer anyway?
It was broken. And the repairman won't come to the house anymore.
I see. I will venture that your days of pranking are over. But that's still unacceptable.



Wow. You move so fast, it's amazing. Anyway, your daughter electrocuted herself.
Is she okay?
Well, yeah...
Okay then. Where's dinner?
She electrocuted herself because the repairman won't cone to the house.
I'll rectify that right now.
And if I don't see this computer fixed in 24 hours, I'll send the Better Business Bureau after you and get you all shut down for good. Yes. I'm glad I made myself clear. Thank you. Have a good night.



Hi Remi! Yeah, I'm sad that you're dead too.
Aw, you're out together. Inseparable, even in death.
Okay, now you're creeping me out.



Did you see that too? I'm getting out of here.
I thought you wanted that cleaning scholarship.
Not that bad.
$3000 in scholarships? Thank you. Thank you very much! That'll be enough.
Are you sure you want to go?
Well, let's see. We're talking about either staying in a house with two distant parents and two sisters, one of whom is a ditz and the other that is a total smart-aleck, two ghosts that apparently needed a bath before they died, appliances and plumbing that break every day, and a high school that I'm more than ready to graduate from, or taking my high school degree and going to college, where I can get a jump start on my career, meet new people, and make money while having fun. There's a point there, I should stick around--of course I want to go!
Taking lessons from Paris, huh?
See ya, ghosts.
But those ghosts are your grandparents.
When you figure out to communicate intelligently with a ghost, call me. Until then, I'm going to college.
Bye Manhattan. It's kinda wrong leaving in the middle of the night. Your parents are gonna freak.
Riiiiiiight. See ya.
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Okay, I couldn't let my first little trooper go forgotten. Not yet anyway.
This is him arriving. He's such a little man. *giggle*
Sure wasn't much to look at.
True, but that isn't the point of a dorm.
That's when I asked you when I could get my own place.
And I told you that rules say all freshmen must stay in a dorm. So you had to get comfortable and we'd talk next year.
And since you want to be a doctor so badly, you declared the biology major.



Who's your friend?
Her name's Brooklyn.
...Come again?
I said her name's Brooklyn.
But there's only one Brooklyn, and that's your grandmother.
Well, her parents didn't get the message.
Your sister did call quite a bit, didn't she?
Yeah, but she's excited about college. Or the guys. That's mostly what she ends up steering the conversation to.



Oooh, cheerleader.
Boooo-ring. She sucked!
Manhattan Gray, that is not nice!
I'm not exactly a nice person.
That darn coach.
Oh, I can do a perfect imitation! Ahem. *bad Scottish accent* "Look at ya, boy! You're practically a tub of lard! Get out there and do some sit-ups!"
And I said, "Whatever you say, old man," and kept eating.



But that's not the biggest news, is it Manny?
Nope. The biggest news is that I started a Greek house. And I already have two members. Should be enough to keep it open till the brats get to college.
Of course one member is this usurper Brooklyn.
*sigh*
And this is my other guy, Satveer.
Oh yeah, this is the one that was staring at you showering.
I thought we weren't going to mention that. His culture just has different customs.
Different customs my foot. I didn't know you invited him to move in with you. Just be glad I was too shocked to snap a picture of the shower thing. But seriously, he wants in your pants.
This conversation is over.
Fine. I've got an even better story anyway.




Seems our boy got his hands on a counterfeiting machine.
Oh, not that one...
Oh yes.
I told him it was probably a bad idea, but he said he wanted money and this machine made him money so he was using it.
So he set it up and started cranking out simoleons, laughing like a madman the whole time.
He did get a fair amount of money from it.

But he didn't plan on getting ratted out.
I think it was one of Brooklyn's friends. She can't keep her mouth shut and they probably called the police on me.
Either way, you got fined, you couldn't pay, and Kauker decided to repossess some property to cover the fee.

And I had just gotten that bed.
So yeah, I got busted printing money.
I'd never gotten in trouble with the police. I was a good kid, so I took it kinda hard.

It's not like you actually learned your lesson.
Yes I did. I learned to be more careful.
Not the lesson you were supposed to learn...
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And now back to your regularly scheduled mayhem.
Look! My hair is growing back!
I see. I'm glad for you.



I don't know. I've never seen this one before. But they didn't catch the guy. But they're still good sergeants...Eh, yell loudly.
Ack! Oh come on, I worked long and hard for that point!

It's okay, Sydney. They're just knuckleheads. Think about this: they probably got fired.
I just didn't want anyone mad at me!
You've got to throw the book sometimes. It's the workplace.
Oh, and you're getting old soon.
Oh yeah, I didn't think about that. Can I still be Captain Hero even if I'm old?
Sure. Just remember your Ben-Gay. Just kidding. As long as you don't get fired, I don't see a problem. Just get some sleep. It'll be better in the morning.



My hair's even longer!
You've almost completely grown your hair back.
Thank goodness. I looked hideous with short hair.
Good to see you haven't essentially changed...*sarcasm* ...diva.
Sydney, it's birthday time.
Alright!
Still excited, I see. I was worried after last week.
Do you see something out there?
Yeah, your dad decided to come celebrate with you.

I can't believe I'm getting old before Pao.
Yeah, it happens. Don't worry, he won't be long behind you.
Owowowowow! Feels like someone's try to pull my spine out with a pair of pliers.
Now that sounds painful. I hear that if you exercise, it minimizes pain. Try bending back.
When did it get so hard to bend? Are those stars?
No, that's confetti. Congrats Syd, you're done.
That's it? Not so bad as I thought.
I might even get some fun out of it!
If I know you Sydney, you'll make some fun out of it. But first, your hair is no longer black. You have to accept that. This way, please.

There we go. No significant change.
Just white, not black. You okay with it?
Awesome! I still look great, like Mom!
Yes you do.

Aw, you two look cute.
And I can still move like I used to!
She's right about that.
So what have you been learning in college, Manny?
Oh, all kinds of stuff. We'll be dissecting aliens senior year.
Ugh! Sounds awful.
It's what you study when you want to be a doctor. I'm assuming you won't be a bio major.
You're kidding me!
Oh well. It went well, and a roof raiser at that. In your face, Love!
*groan*
Sorry. Night, Syd.




Pao isn't too far behind her in age, so we'll probably see him catch up with his wife next week. The twins might also go to college. I don't remember their age right now. And after all this craziness, we will see who will win the title of generation three heir. See you next week!

Wannabe

I can say for sure this time that I did not take a lot of pictures. This was an unusually quiet week.




Sydney? Tucking your kids in?
Yeah. They're just so sweet.
Amazing, you noticed between phone calls.




Is there anyone around here that's not crying?

I'm not. Is there something you wanted?
Yeah. What's with Bronx?
Married. With quadruplets.
Quadruplets?!
Yeah, quadruplets.
Wow.



Look, I made a muffin!
And a very nice muffin it is.



Ah! Their lips are touching!
Too bad, he has to go to work.
I can't win. The one time we're both in the mood, he has to go to work. Why? Rrrrrr!



Take the door; falling down rickety stairs could be bad.
Well for that, I might as well have taken the stairs!



Congrats! Interesting topic.
It was awesome.



Get him in the face!
Paris, you're not supposed to be watching that.
Why not?
Because that's too violent for you. Find something else to watch.
But nothing else's on.
I don't care.
*sigh*
Hello? Yeah, something broke in our house. Hello? Hel-looooo?
I think they hung up. Now who's the sucker?
Grrr...




Awesomeness! I love promotions. Lifetime wants, here we come!
Daddy!
Mommy!




Ooh, the girls are growing up soon. Maybe I can finally choose who I want to be heir.

I don't understand why you have to work, but fine. And good for you.



Girls! Time for school!
I'm ready. Let's go Paris!
Why are you so happy? School's boring.
For once I agree with you.

Okay, school is better now.
Because you got money?
Yep. And look who I found!
Brendan! You know he's your cousin, right?
He is? He looks strange.
It's the eyes. He's the odd one out, with Maxis eyes.
Bye Manhattan. *snicker*
What's so funny?
You look like that weird color they paint the stalls in public bathrooms.
*sigh*
Tell me I'm wrong.



Hey guys, the girls grow up today.
That's nice.
...No mad dash for the phone? No balloons? NO PARTY?
Nope.
I can't believe this.
Ehh.
Well, the girls are growing up, party or no party. Get to the cakes.

Oh, my crybaby brother showed up.
I wouldn't say that too loud, Paris. Manhattan's even meaner than you.
Now why wouldn't Mom throw me a party?
Forget about it. Just make a wish.
Hmmm...
Fine.

Look at the sparkles!
And the halo! All for me!
*sigh*
Whoa!
...What? Why is everyone looking at me?
Got me.
I look cool.
Yes you do. And you'll be changing.
Why?
Because I said so. Get used to it.



Hahahahahahaha! You fell for it!
Wow, you're mean. Your own child. Almost gives him a reason to be emo.



I wished for a husband, rich would be nice, and kids.
You WHAT?!
I wished for a rich husband and kids. What?
I'll be surprised if you keep a husband.
Hey!


Whoo!
Happy birthday!
Make a wish, 'Lanta.
Alright. I already know what I want.

Wow, it's all around me!
And it floats!
Wow, my arms are almost as long as Mom's!
This is cool!
Okay, really, what are you all looking at?
Does this mean I did good?
You did very well, 'Lanta.

I want a happy family, just like mine.
Copycat!
I'm not a copycat! I had that idea all day!
I believe you, 'Lanta.
Thank you.



Oh hi Bronx. What are you doing here?
Getting my son, before your husband corrupts him.
You're silly, Bronx.
Maybe not as silly as you think.

Oh hi. I'm Paris Gray. My grandparents died and left me lots of money.
Maybe that's not the best topic for a first conversation.
Whoa, what happened? Was I dreaming? There was a hot guy and coffee.
Maybe...
I can't even remember his name.
Life is hard. Cry, emo kid.
I'm not emo!
You're right. Your brother is.



I hate my sister. The repair people won't come out to the house because Paris pranked them so many times. So I have to fix th TV. I could get electrocuted.
Well, she seems to have better things to do lately. Cry, emo kid.



Who is he?
Why don't you ask him yourself?
I couldn't! I'd be too embarrassed.
Don't let your chance go by.



Paris, you've got to get a more mature hairstyle. It attracts guys better and makes them believe you when you say you're 15.
How about this? Messy bun looks good on you.
Ugh, I look like an old slob!
No you don't.
I could do so much better.
Diva.



What's that?
It's a print scanner. I remember once upon a time, Mom had one. Good memories.



Our children are sick! Listening to metal and making prank calls and drinking underage. We must act!
You realize that's your kids, right?



Congratulations!
Shhh, I'm on the phone. Uh-huh? I am? I'm honored, thank you. Have a nice day.
That's another scholarship on the list.



Looking good!
Miss Diva? I hear someone outside the bathroom.
Hey brat! I need to pee!
Blow it out your ear, emo kid.
I hope you can fit out of the bathroom window. Manhattan's gonna kill you if you go out the door.



Things should be like that book, I forget the name, where all annoying girls should be dumped on an island and left to survive till they're ready to go to college. They're too annoying and stupid to live among real people.



Yet one of those girls just may oust you out of a very comfortable position as heir. I still have no idea who I'm going to pick. As far as people they're scouting out, the girls are in the lead. But I don't know, I still have no clue who I'm going to pick. I need help, so I appeal to the readers! Help me!
Theme Song: Wannabe - Spice Girls

Odd Pics Out:
Dude, I was going to assume you graduated from college. Maybe a philosophy major.
Our generation two couple, in the place Brooklyn and Remington once held. *sigh*

Photograph

Look at this photograph, every time I do it makes me laugh...

Hello everyone. Time for another update, yes? Of course. Now where were we?
Oh yes, Bronx just moved out. Oh by the way, he's doing well. He's married to Brandi LeTourneau, and they are expecting a little one. I hope it's cute. Now as for the main house...

Yay, I can ignore the toddlers now!



And what are you doing?
Making sure I still look good.
Wow, since when were you so vain?
Does it count as being vain if it's true?
...Yes.
Ugh, does no one clean this sink?
Now THAT's the Brooklyn I know and love.




Hmm, that's kinda funny. You're both at level four!



Tomorrow can't come soon enough.



And you're fit too! I'm glad.



Aw, you're both playing with uh...that one!
It's Paris. You picked out her clothing.
...I forgot?

Wow, you really take a long time to become best friends with your own children. A strange popularity sim you are.



Haven't seen you in a while. Hi Orville.
Orlando.
Uh-huh.


Aw, you remember you have a daughter.
I have two, and it's their birthday.
Birthdays, yay!
Paris goes first since she's the firstborn.
A halo, that's so cool!
Whoa, cool!
I'm big now!
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!
Yay! Look at me!
...I fear we may have a diva on our hands.

Now it's Atlanta's turn.
Sparky!
Preety colors!
Doo-dee-doo-dee-doo-dee-doo!
Yay!
Aww, and not seeming to be a diva!

Oh come on, I had two birthdays and a jump bug to deal with!
It's okay Paris. You'll be fine, good or bad birthday.
Why in the world are you in your pajamas? Go home, Oliver.
Orlando.
Whatever, this isn't a slumber party. Get gone.



Good morning girls. I need to tell you apart better, and I'm not fond of the sloppy mop. To the mirror!
Do you like it, Paris?
Eh, it's okay.
Diva.
How about you, Atlanta?
I like it. It's soft.
You're so nice.

I got all the kids sitting together! It'll never happen again. ...I mean it.

You're taking a bubble bath?
The bubbles are fun. And they keep my skin soft.
...Tell me you're not serious.
What?



I'm quite interested in what you'll be.
No you're not. Nobody is. Mom and Dad are interested in their careers and Paris and 'Lanta are...girls. Only Granddad and Grandma care.
Do me a favor and don't go emo on me.

Speaking of grandma, she once again has to show off her muscled physique.
Got that right.



I love you, Granddad.
I love you too, Atlanta.
Aww, that's adorable.
This tastes funny, but kinda good.
Paris Hilton! I mean Gray! Get away from that keg! You too, Manhattan! That's it.

Skill! Skill, my minions! Muahahahahahaha!



Oh, hello Brandi! Purple is really your color.



Welcome home Pao! And congratulations!
Yay! You grow up! What's with the sour face?
This is the worst birthday ever.
I told you not to go emo on me.
*crying*
Okay, what's going on?
Oh crap! Not you! Not today!
No Brooklyn, don't leave me!
Not Brooklyn!
It's okay, I've lived a long happy life.
But it was too short! Grim, go away and leave her alone!





Bye Brooklyn. *cry*
(A/N: I really cried a bit. And I realized that in the 19 months that I've played The Sims 2, this is the first adult that I've created that died of old age. It's really a sobering experience.)




Mom, I don't want a party.
It's okay. You can just grow up quietly. Even though I really wanted a party.




See? Being a teenager isn't so bad. Do you know what you want to do with your life?
Um, I guess money sounds cool...
Manhattan? Your voice is cracking.
Oh, you poor boy. My heart breaks for you.

Oh you'll love this. Where was the children's father to offer support?
Sleeping. And in Brooklyn's bed! Does this man have no shame?



He was inconsolable.
At least nobody hit the keg.
Looks like I was wrong. Move away from the pineapple, Atlanta.
But Manhattan said it'll make me feel better.
Manhattan lied. Now go inside.

Aw, you're just too darn cute.



Donuts make you fat. Finish your work.
Cool.



Are you still sad?
Of course I'm sad. My grandmother just died yesterday.
I wonder why Remi's not dead yet.
You want Granddad dead too?!
No, I don't want Remi dead. Nobody else listens to me rambling, why do you?
Now that I know how much you really care about us, get me into private school. At least let me get a good education before you kill me.
I'm not killing you. You just might end up being the heir and carrying on the legacy.
Oh? You seemed really busy gushing about my sisters.
Ehh. They're cute. You were too, but boys don't like being called cute.

Welcome home Paris. You look happy.
I'm popular. Everybody loves my clothes.
Oh, that's nice. Diva.
Hi Atlanta. Was school fun?
Yes ma'am. Everybody was really nice and stuff.
You are too cute.
Hi 'Lanta.
Hi Mommy.
Hello Sydney.
Not you again.
Manhattan DOES have siblings. Two of them!
Why?




Aww, he wanted to help both of them with their homework.
I do want to know I've helped my grandchildren.

Hello? Something's broke and we need you to fix it. Nope, I just know something's broke and you have to fix it. Alright, thank you! Sucker.
Wait, you just pranked the repairman?
Heeheehee.



Sydney, that's just deplorable. I have nothing to say to you.



Enjoying your drum set Remi?
Yep. Rock on!



Good for you! Won't be long till you guys achieve your lifetime wants.
Good for you too!
Funny, I never thought I'd be a police officer, like Mom. I only wish I could've been Captain Hero before she died.
Yeah...



Wow, good for you Pao! And not only have you maxed your Body skill, but you've maxed all your skills!



Hi, something broke again. There was nothing broke last time? Well, something's broke this time, I see sparks and everything! Uh, the dishwasher, that's it! Uh-huh. You'll be over in the morning? Okay. Sucker.
You realize that you're costing the family money, right?



Look at this body! Adonis had nothing on me.
Well, I see where Paris got her diva genes from.



My pancakes!
Didn't that just happen last week?



Aw man! Come on, his hygiene is impeccable! Most of the time.



Hello Mr. Gray.
Uh, hi? Nice to meet you.
Now shall we commence the tour?
Tour? What tour?
I want to see your house, to see if your children are worthy of association with our institution.
I don't want my children in an institution.
Our private school, sir.
OH! Well, okay, come with me.

Now? Today? Grim, you really have the worst timing.
Not Granddad too! Are you happy now?
Didn't I already say I didn't want him dead?

*sigh* Not again. At least he left money. Does that make you feel better, Manhattan?

Alright everyone, calm down.






Congratulations Mrs. Gray. Despite the lack of communication and a man dying in front of me, your children have been accepted. I remember you.
I went to Coast Academy myself.
Hey Manhattan, you're in.
That's nice.
You look happy.
My grandfather died two hours ago. I'm in mourning.
Paris?
What?
...I'm not even going to bother.




Bye Brooklyn and Remington. Bye generation one. You two were great.
Goodbye, goodbye...

*sigh* Well, now I've got a problem. That of an heir. I've got either almost-emo Manhattan, diva trickster Paris, or all-around nice girl Atlanta. Then we've got college and scholarships and lifetime wants. And I've caught up to the Holldums! Whoo!
See you all next week.

Theme Song: Photograph - Nickelback

Bouncin' Back

I wade through the muck and grime of glitches to bring you another update! Let's see what's going on.
Oh hello Pao.

Very nice. But are you unhappy about something?
No, I'm thrilled.
You're not smiling.
That doesn't mean I'm unhappy.
...Normal people smile.



Morning, love.
Good morning, Sydney.

Oh it's okay. Your parents still love you. They're just busy.

Thanks Dad! Remember to keep him changed.
Sydney, where are you going?
Work.
*smacks head* Why do I even ask?



You look happy. I see you finished studying cleaning.
Oh. Um, Bronx? To avoid looking like a voyeur, I suggest you stop smiling and move.



Finally! It's about time. I hope it sells well too.
Hey, I think that's good.
Okay, that IS good.
And you have a masterpiece too. Wait a minute, stop stealing Brooklyn's thunder!



Alright! I rock! I really could be mayor!
Awesome Sydney!
You were right about me having a great future in politics. Yay!

Uh, red?
Cool.

Welcome home. Good for you.




Yay! Manny grows up!

Take your kid. I'm tired of babysitting duty.
It's okay Manny, your uncle is just a meanie.
Well I'm not arguing. He did kick you in the face. Possibly why your forehead is so big.
Hey!
[insert gratuitous cheering here]
Let's blow out the candles!
You're such a good boy! And all grown up!

Wonderful. Now I need a few things to happen. Pao, change him into some real clothes.
Can do.
Much better. Now I need him to glow. Take care of that.
Why do I feel like a slave?
You'll get over it.
Thank you Pao.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Psst, Sydney, you want another baby?
No.
Alright, let me explain. No, that's too long. Let me sum up. This is not a democracy.
*sigh*
Thank you Sydney.
*grumblegrumble*
Come on, this is the fun part.

Good job Sydney! Sydney?
*slurred* C'n even lemme sleep? *snore*
Night, Sydney. And thank you. I need choices.



But of course toddlers don't sleep.
So Remi, like the good grandpa he is, helps me take care of them.
Oooh, you okay, Remi?
Just my back. I'll be okay.
Oh, okay.



And what are you doing?
Getting a job.
Finally.
Huh?
Nothing. What kind of job are you getting?
I'm becoming a doctor. Well, a nurse for now.
*snicker*
What?
Bronx, you're the poster boy for International Male, and you're cleaning up other people's bodily fluids. There's something inherently funny about that.
What's International Male?
Forget I mentioned it.



Awesome! Thank you Remi.




Not again... how about you stop getting jobs?
I may... I just may.
Whatcha lookin at? Brooklyn? Brooklyn?



Oh good, you came out of your stupor! Thank you Brooklyn!
Sydney? You okay?
What do you think? *retch*
I'll take that as a yes.
You're flying!
Whee!



Say "Mama."
Ma-ma.
Mom, he said my name!
You do realize that in a year, you'll wish y'never did that, right?
Brooklyn, stop being such a downer. That's wonderful Sydney.
Yay!
Okay, hold on Marisa. Come on Manny, say Mama.
Oh, not my pancakes!
Bronx, what are you doing?
The dishwasher's broken and I'm fixing it.
You only have 3 mechanical points.
Oh, I'll be fine.
Well, if you do get electrocuted, I get a nice yellow ghost...
What about ghosts?
Nothing! Nothing at all.
I'm telling you, my kid can talk. No, he didn't talk for you, but you know how people don't do things or do them badly when they think others are watching them...
Mama, go' potty.
I know you heard that! Oh come on, that was really loud!
Mama, potty!



Great, you're almost a celeb chef! Oh and hi Christy!
Christy! How are you?
Just fine, hello Bronx.
Aww, and you are now the best of friends. How sweet.
POTTY!

Alright, ya little brat.



You might as well look Sydney. That'll be you in 40 years or so.



And nobody can resist the cuteness. Except maybe Bronx.
Not even his distant father.
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Anyway, here's where I figured out that the lot broke again. Whoops? So after a clean re-install of the lot, I found this:

Um, Remi? I think Bronx has been able to use the toilet on his own for a while now. ...That means you leave.
What is this? Sydney and Pao being romantic? This is why I don't show them being romantic: it never happens.
Okay, now I know I'm in The Twilight Zone. Pao forgets for long stretches of time that he has a child. This stretch is not long enough.

And then Mr. Toilet said, "I will always be hungry!"
Hahahaha! Funny Daddy!
Wow, he actually knows his father isn't Bronx.



Remi, what are you doing?
Oh yeah, you've never seen him doing this before.
Yarr! You walk the plank, me matey!
He does this when he's bored. This was how he kept himself occupied while you were at work.
Remi, I have a better way to keep you occupied.
Yeah, I'll bet.



Ah, not again!
Yes!
Why don't you carry this baby yourself if you're so excited?
...Because I don't want stretch marks?



Bye Bronx. Have fun on cleanup duty.
Why must you pick at me constantly?
It's fun. Hurry up or you'll miss your carpool.



Wow, I wonder why that didn't happen earlier.




Uh, the sporks, no the processor, no the sporks. I said the sporks!
Now look what you did! I said the sporks!



Now to let you all in on a little secret: here's where the lot broke so bad that I had to install University to figure out the problem. The problem was this:
Why are all you people on my lot?
*in unison* You called a repairman?
I called ONE repairman, not 194! (Seriously, I counted. By the way, thanks again Kethwyn! And I might be as fond of this family as you are of your Holldums, so I was happy to save them.) You all gotta go. Bye bye.

Oh hello you two.
Why am I home?
I want to go shopping.
Welcome to the world of higher education and lifetime wants. I wasn't expecting it to be during Brooklyn's lifetime though. Looks like Remi was right. Now let's get you two different jobs.
You know, you caused a lot of trouble, woman.
I don't have to answer to you.
No, but I can delete you. So watch it.



You know, I'm about as sad to see him grow up as I was to see Sam grow up.



Hi, I'm Bronx.
Hey, I'm Brandi.
Hmmm...
Your hair looks like a smokestack.
*facepalm* We have got to teach you some basic social skills.
Uh, yeah. All I have to say is, like father, like son. It's almost funny.



Wow. I haven't seen you clean in so long, I forgot you were a neat freak.
Well, it seems like no one else cares that the sink is filthy.
But I don't see anything.



Yay, another birthday!



Yeah, go figure. Never would've thought he'd want to be mayor.



[insert gratuitous cheering here]
[and here]
Come on, give him some room.



Yay, happy birthday to you! But I need to change that hair. I didn't like it on your uncle and I don't like it on you. To the mirror!
I like that much better. Very slick.

Good to know I haven't broken my Good Time streak.
Sleep well Manhattan. Enjoy school tomorrow.

Speaking of kids, the rest of generation 3 decided to make an appearance now.
Help! Pao, the baby's coming!
I can't deal with this! I'm gonna have a heart attack! Brooklyn!
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooowww!
Oh my!
Help me or go away!
Wait, what? NATURAL twins? I've never had natural twins!
Aww, it's cute.
It's a she.
Aww, she's cute.
Yes, Bronx heard her through the wall. But this is how he decided to spend the birth of his nieces. I guess he took my advice from Manhattan's birth to heart.
Pao, hold the baby, I don't feel so good.
Observant readers will notice the absence of one more person.
Whoa! What's going on?
That would be the birth of this baby's twin.
Twin!?
Yeah, twin.
It's cute, though, you must admit.
She.
Both of them? Okay then.
Yeah, and he didn't see what the big fuss was about.
Welcome to the Legacy Challenge, Paris and Atlanta Gray. And that's it for generation 3. I pray.
Natural twins! *squee*
Manhattan, you have two baby sisters! How do you feel?
Uh, I don't know.
Normal reaction for a six-year-old.
I don't want any sisters!
That would be a normal reaction for a six-year-old too. As long as he doesn't try to maim them, like I did.



And what would the Grays be if not totally inappropriate? Pao, I think that should be confined to your bedroom. You know, away from your six-year-old son.



Come on, burp for me.
Alright, which one is that?
This one is Atlanta.
How do you know?
Paris has a tanned skintone, like me. Atlanta is light-skinned, like her father.
So I can assume you have Paris?
Yes.

You can be sure that even though we have two very demanding babies now, your father and I will not forget about you. Now remember when you come home from school tomorrow, be sure to ask him for help if you need it.
Why can't I ask you Mommy?
Mommy has to study to get promotions.
Sure, she won't forget about you. She did a long time ago.

Sleep tight, Manny. And your mother does love you, she just has her priorities mixed up.



Good morning, Brooklyn. Give me your hand.
Aaaaahhh!
Hahahahahaha!
*gasp* You're lucky Sydney loves you, or you'd be dead right now.
Look young man, I dunno if you thought that was s'posed to be funny or not, but it wasn't. And if you do that ever again, there will be serious consequences.
That's right, Brooklyn!
Look woman, it was a joke. Don't poke me like that.
Don't you put your hands on my founder!



Sydney, your husband's harassing your mother.
She can handle herself. Hi, I'm Sydney.
Hello, I'm Ivy.
Look at this cool doohickey I bought!
It's called a cell phone. Man, am I glad I don't have to worry about money.



I'm not very happy with you.
Thank you for the congratulations. I feel wonderful about my promotion.
*eye roll* Who are you waving at?
Not you again.
Hi! I'm Marsha.
I know very well who you are, demon spawn.
Does Manhattan have any siblings?
Yeah, but they're too young for you to meet.

Even now.

It's another birthday!
Get ready...
And we have a toddler!
Paris is a cutie!
And now it's Atlanta's turn.
She's adorable too.



Thanks for helping me with my homework, Dad.
No problem, son.
Okay, you're moving off my hit list. And Manny can do something fun before he sleeps. But of course toddlers have insomnia.

Please don't scream. Someone get these kids!
Grandma to the rescue!
Thanks a million Brooklyn.
Whew, you reek, Bronx.
I know.




And they zip through the toddler skills. Ah, the power of smartmilk. Yeah, I forgot to get Brooklyn teaching... one of them to talk.



And teaching the oldest to study has paid off. Good for you Manny!

And look he's best friends with someone.
Oh.
Wait, one more skill for this week.



And what are you doing this time?
Getting the heck out of Dodge.
You're leaving?
Yep. Too noisy.
Bye Uncle Bronx. Can I have your room?
Sure, kid. Brat...
You know, you could've waited for him to leave before asking your mother that.Well, Bronx, I won't be following you, so good luck out of the legacy house.
Thanks. Bye.
...I kinda miss him already.

Now I have three choices for a generation 3 heir. I hope this isn't too hard. And now that I think about it, Brooklyn and Remi have been around for a looong time. And while I hate to say goodbye to them, it IS about time. Let's see if they can hang on another week, and if I can get them to platinum before their death. And if my neglectful generation two parents will pay more attention to their kids. Find out next week!

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