Well hello there! Did winter/spring treat everyone well? I fell off of a stepladder on April Fool’s and broke my ankle. The universe decided I was the joke, or as a coworker put it “You celebrated by being the fool.”

Last time, we looked in on the many, many Baguet branches in the town. And we’re not done! There’s still a few more offshoots that we need to check in on, but the ones this time have their own last names. Or are randomly in the middle like the Ramaswanis.

My apologies in advance for the size of the photos. Apparently something got changed with my settings and they ended up only 400×300. I just went in and fixed that so in about 500 years, we’ll be back to normal-sized shots.

We start, of course, with THIS classy photo. Hey baby is that pollen on your head or are you just happy to see me?

Um. Not sure why I took a creepy stalker pic, but it looks kind of like the trailer to a horror movie. Question is, who is the killer: the nanny or the child?

Answer: the child, as the nanny appears to be already dead considering she HASN’T MOVED.

“Boy, Mary Mack with the pirate sure is fun!”

This house is kind of goofy, really. I wanted it to be mostly greenhouse, but then we need a place to bathe, and to make food for the humans and well, here we are. Chitchatting and admiring in the garden.

It’d help if the occupants weren’t goofy. Lilac, please don’t creep on Meadow when she’s typing.

Yeah, we get it, we saw the first pic.

So I decided to build a bedroom so the poor kid could sleep somewhere. Never mind it doesn’t appear to have flooring or paint. That’s for wimps.

Okay, what drugs was I on when I took these photos? Shame, past me. Shame.

So we adopted a puppy, who wanted to adopt a human. Everyone’s happy!

Meet Marigold. Apparently we picked the unfinished room to welcome her.

Ahh, painting and gardening by the moonlight. What more can Sims want, really.

Blending fresh veggies…

Being accosted by creepy strangers…

“Ma’am, I see you finished a single painting, don’t you want to join our super duper secret club that we tell everyone about?”

“Sir, guess where the red in this painting comes from.”

Is it harder or cheating to use a jump rope that is way too long for you?

Well it got her an A so I guess it worked out.

Er, what’s going on here?

“So how long before you guys start punching?”

“Waaaaah, I just wanted some Logic poooooints!”

Poor Randy. He looks like he wishes he was still a Townie.

“So anyway we held hands and that’s when I knew she was the one!”

Really, really wishes he was still a Townie.

“Ow! The hell’s wrong with you, kid?!”

As for why poor Randy is stuck with Antoinette, because Sims just can’t resist a cuddle on a tub.

You guys really need to let poor Randy go home.

“No no see see, there are these parrots, and they can imitate voices, but they heard stuff we didn’t want ‘im to, and–“

Well hellooooo there! You’re way more interesting than Randy!

So time to use Candi’s method of getting a wolf friend… Shiny, shiny glasses.

Er, wait a minute, what’s going on here.

“Wolf rejected me, so I’m burying his body.”

“Awww, how precious, little baby stealing my spot, JERK.”

Look, ambulance chasing isn’t supposed to involve a telescope.

These two strike me as the terror duo of the neighborhood.

“I don’t know, how would we weight the balls to break the windows?”

“Cement?”

“And how would we lift that?”

“Um…”

Er, did they transform into their parents hours later? Man these photos are random.

“Disgusting! You eat that stuff?!”

“A voice told me to! Shut up!”

Oh hey, Marigold grew up, into the weirdest dog yet. Spaniel gone wrong?

Very wrong, evidently. That or some kind of ritual is going on here.

“Now if you follow my hands…”

Antoinette would attract the misfits of the neighborhood. A pirate with tiger facepaint isn’t really going to attract much else.

How about you get out of here right now. Neither of these ladies are interested in your shenanigans.

Ah, that’s who we wanted to see! The fierce, deadly… Ramie.

“Um, is anyone going to pay attention to my birthday? Anyone?”

“Come on, just a little kiss?”

!!

YESSSSSS!

Finally! This is my first werewolf in Sims 2 and I was so excited. Unlike my guests, who finally decided to pay attention to the birthday girl. What’s a Sim wolfing out anyway.

“No fair stealing my spotliiiight — oh it’s in my chest.”

Well that nose did not improve with age, but I didn’t think it would.

Antoinette is a Knowledge Sim. Fortune would better suit a Sim with low Nice points, but I’ll take it.

“Shouldn’t I be scaring this woman?”

It’s Melissa Fancey. She’s seen it all at this point.

Not bad. And she didn’t flip out over her makeover, which says a lot in and of itself.

Okay but Sims 2 werewolves are hilarious. They walk around like they are drunk 24/7.

“I -hick!- am fine! Why is the floor so wobbly?!”

Of course, the guests are glued to the TV while the werewolf does the dishes. Just like in real life.

I guess someone rolled the want to fish. In the dark. In the middle of no where.

All night.

“Can’t we go home, Meadow? The tent itches!”

Sculptures, art, and Lilac preparing to scare them all away with her parrot story.

Really, though, art is a frequent topic.

“I mean, don’t you want to study art? And make millions on Masterpieces? For me?”

Ah, what a clever Knowledge Sim, realizing it’s raining.

“What an astute young lady!”

Just eat your dinner and give us admission.

“Strange things at night? Care to elaborate, young lady?”

“I mean, if you stick around a little longer, you can see it yourself.”

Apparently he wasn’t into that.

“Tell them how mom ruined my birthday party!”

“Er, ignore my darling daughter…”

Nice points don’t help with schmoozing.

“Why, eye exams! Ear exams! Throat exams! Being a doctor is a wonderful future!”

“Boooooorrrrriiing.”

Well we managed to get in anyway. Let’s put that Platinum mood to good use.

Or not.

“AUGH I’M A PERFECT SPECIMEN PLUS 3000!!!”

“PLUS 5000 FOR BREAKING MY SPIIIIIIIIIIINE!”

“Oh well, time for a relaxing soak!”

\Well that was quick.

“She peed on our equipment!”

“OMG could she tell them to keep it down?!”

“THANKS NOW I’LL BREAK MY SKUUUUUUUULL!”

“Gosh, food sure does smell good!”

Aaaand crash landing at the Ramaswani’s, where Nilesh is being weird. Yes, cooking food has a scent, well done.

Poor Priya. Constantly slaving away to make clothes for an eventual shop.

“And so with this little device, I can monitor your body temperature, well, I can get an estimate–“

“Dad, please, I wanna go to bed!”

No wonder he thought the kitchen smelled good. Baked roach; delish.

This poor kid.

“Um, Dad, that kind of hurts, my wrists, DAAAAA–“

“So do we have music? Paint drying? Anything to avoid our parents?”

“He’s got a good point, mom. Can’t we have at least one video game?”

“We have a TV! Isn’t that good enough?”

“Um, that’s great and all, but I wanted cartoons, not awards ceremonies.”

“But I love to see who won Best Album!”

“Ugh, roasted roach just isn’t that good.”

Love Priya just leaving mid-meal.

Sanjay really, desperately needs a life.

“I’m so glad we’re best friends, Nilam!”

“Gosh, I love jumping rope inside!”

Nevermind clipping the railing there. Feels like a good way to trip.

“Look, we’re wearing the same shirt, we should be friends!”

Poor Ricky. He is clearly regretting his choice of house.

You know, Priya probably ran off to work because this is all I let her do when they’re home.

“You think?!”

Apparently I wasn’t joking when I wrote the no fun caption.

“Eww, what am I supposed to do with a GIRL?”

The answer isn’t “bring creepy neighbours home”.

I love how apparently Dinesh has a school uniform but Paul just goes as a dragon. Pretty casual private school.

See, Nalim? You can have fun with girls!

Um, why are you crying near the shower?

Um, the hell?

“She probably didn’t make my son cry, but water balloon anyway!”

Yep, just ignore the sobbing Teen, Priya, there’s a good plan.

Protip, Sanjay: don’t smile over your child’s pain.

“There, there, Dinesh. I water ballooned her for you.”

“NOOOOOOOO!”

Yeah good job, Sanjay.

Geee, the teen whining about fun has a pile of homework? Colour me shocked!

“Why can’t I have FUN?”

You don’t even like Ivy, dude, get over it.

His homework turned into a newspaper? Huh.

Oh, good, just what we need in this house. More drama.

“So kid, are you from the family related to aliens?”

“Hello, yes, I’d like to report a Simmer for abuse… No I don’t need a therapist!”

Come on, I let you socialize with people!

Sometimes.

“Hey, did you hear about what might be the demon girl, but it’s hard to tell because the Simmer’s an idiot and didn’t realize her settings changed?”

Hey!

“She totally got fired! Loser!”

“Whoa, it’s snowing friendship icons!”

Sigh.

“Look I just want something, anything that won’t make fun of me!”

Don’t get a cat, then. You’d be amazed at how much they can mock you with just a look.

“Daddy, I got an A+, please love me!”

“Oh sure, um, Delilah?”

“Dinesh!”

What is with Sims rolling the want to jump rope? I haven’t wanted to do that shit since I was like 8. Maybe because I’m a tree in human form and have no coordination, but still!

“Where’s the chalk?! I need to fix this guy, stat!”

Yep, you sure look tough with those forehead pimples and complete lack of muscle tone.

“So you say you came from the school?”

Alvin, the next Sim to regret coming here.

What’s this? Our gas station attendant finding the dork attractive?

Now if only he knew how to have normal human interactions.

As for where Priya is, we left her for dead in the mountains.

Nah, it’s just finally time to begin a shop for the various things we’ve been making. Problem is the sheer hilliness of the lot, so we have a little stilt cabin.

Customers will find you wherever you go, even the mountains in a stilt cabin. And they want the criminal bear.

Though, I suppose those clothes don’t look exactly great either.

“Ma’am, aren’t you interested in this blank wall?”

Kathren, are you trying to buy the cash register?

“It’s probably the only thing of VALUE Here.”

“Um, hello, I can’t pick the thing I want!”

It’s right in front of you, Woodland Gang lady.

No matter what you sell, no matter how crappy your store, they will come. Relentlessly. Staring creepily at you, MAXIMA.

“Look, I just really don’t like eggs, you get me?”

“You’re gay too?! I mean um, neither do I, nope.”

This family is trying to give me hints and I am happily ignoring them. No stereo for you! Now make more clothes!

Okay, if it could stop spontaneously turning from night to day to night, that’d be great. I can only guess we got into Private school and Endo here followed someone home from work. Maybe.

Oh hey, Bigtits is out for a workout! Andrea looks confused.

“Well you don’t see green people everyday.”

Yes, those are birthday cakes. Now if we can get the birthday kids–

Oh. Autonomous romance strikes I think, but hey, if they got over the awkward, great.

But Amin Creeper has to try and divert attention. Could we please focus on the birthday and not whatever the hell you two are doing?

Or we could mill around.

Also apparently the adults are aging up. Priya I Think is trying to escape.

“Um, hello, I can’t get to my cake!”

Well if you’d walk in the right direction…

Um, Abe, please don’t rock out right into Priya’s space.

Way to ruin the party, everyone.

“Um, I’m aging up, does anyone care?”

“One second, Sanjay, gotta pound my chest at your lady!”

Wait, how many cakes do we have? Is this an endless cake factory?

In case you thought they’d pay proper attention… Nah.

Amin stop being a fucking creeper!

“Ewww, bad touch, get away from me, I’m trying to grow up!”

Ah, good, the cake conveyor finally ran out.

“Sanjay, if you could not fuse into my hair…”

Poor Priya. Can’t even get anyone to care on her birthday. Possibly because she shared it with like ten others.

“OW, Uncle, right in my ear?!”

“Oooh, Priya baby, you are fiiiiine.”

Thanks for that, Mark.

“Never mind. Fineness gone.”

And yet believe it or not, all three Sims enjoyed the party. Did they get points for it? Nah, that’d be too easy.

And now to the Centowskis, who are a subset of the Baguets. Not sure what that icon is but if I know Abe, it’s inappropriate.

Ah, yes, I’m sure Abe is deeply offended by you stealing his nonexistent paper.

Er, is he enjoying a job well done or plotting something horrific?

I’m not sure I ever gave Samuel’s stats, so he’s a 7/3/9/7/4. So yeah, could be either way what he’s doing here.

As for the parents? I’d say they’re up to no good, but I’m not really sure WHAT this is.

“Here, hon, lick my elbow!”

“Oh you wanna get FREAKY, huh?”

“Why, let me twist my wrist like a top for you!”

And so after that night of debauchery, I banished them to skill/magic building.

“Huh, is that Mom actually being happy for once?”

Yes, he walks around in an apron. He’s weird.

Okay, everyone needs to calm down about the cockroaches.

“And I swear it was the size of my nose!”

“Man it’s tough getting old, Abe. Now hurry up with that shower.”

“After all, the incredibly smart robot of the neighbourhood is too busy playing pinball.”

Well hey, the one at his house is lava-free, so he needs to get his thrills somewhere.

“What is with these math problems? Who counts how many cantaloupes they have?!

They only get weirder, kid, trust me.

“Forget cantaloupes, kid, though I’ve heard they look good in low-cut dresses. I can’t say personally though.”

Please stop corrupting the youth, Jeremy.

Though I suppose when your mother is a criminal, there isn’t much corrupting left to do.

“Sigh. It’s come to this?”

‘Fraid so. Think of it as free entertainment.

“OWWW WHAT THE FUUUUU–“

Stop trying to steal our shit and this won’t happen, Lindsay.

“Hell yeah, sentry bot! Doing a good job!”

Get out of here, Plasmosis.

“Mom, I got a report card!”

“Ahhh, the smell of burning hair. I love that bot.”

Er, not sure what this townie did to the wolf to offend it so badly.

“No fair! I want hot tub!”

Hoo boy. Autonomous romance.

Speaking of, Goopy, save it for the afterparty.

I said save it for the afterparty!

Sheesh.

“Um, Townie, if you could give me just a LITTLE bit of space…”

“Yay! Go Abe!”

“Um, a lot of us take that back.”

“Hey!”

“Um, anyone want to tell him?”

“Tell me what?”

“Oh, um, nothing.”

He grew up with a green face. You can SEE that his normal skintone is underneath, but for reasons unknown, he has green polish on top.

“Maybe he IS an alien.”

Quite the possibility, Plasmosis.

Um, do I want to know?

“Oh we just need to dissolve the body and then everything’s fine!”

Okay, I DEFINITELY don’t want to know.

“Heeeey, Kennedy Cox lookalike!”

When even the dog is traumatized.

Wow, what a great party! Everyone loves me!

Um, sure, it was definitely their love for you that upped the enjoyment. Not this.

And with the debauchery outside, the kid watches sports on the giant-ass TV.

I wonder how big it is compared to normal TVs these days, though? Like mine is a 42″ or something crazy like that. This giant TV wouldn’t be out of place in most homes nowadays, I’m guessing. It’s crazy how in the early 2000s this was probably seen as a crazy dream thing but now it’s like “Okay but how about a TV the size of my garage?”

If you’re going to have a green face, study magic.

I suppose we should get back to the gym at some point.

Um, Jan, how about you just hop on a treadmill instead of staring creepily. Jeremy isn’t even going that fast.

Hey, keep your PDA away from the Energizer! We might need it.

Sometimes your employees are dipshits, and need to be told what to do.

This might not make them do it, but at least you put in the effort.

No one ever gets a massage unless I force them. Wonder if our masseuse has anything to do with it.

And no one uses the pool. Ever.

It took me ages to make and probably at least one tutorial and yet no one uses it. Sims are so ungrateful.

Instead they run on the treadmill alllllll day.

And when they’re sick of the treadmill, they hop into the hot tub, where demon lady gets stars from talking to Abe.

Oh hey, alien townie 2 is here!

“Look babe, we love you, but how about you go prance around somewhere else?”

Hmm, maybe no one wants a massage because we have no clue what we’re doing. And we have a spotter.

“No, harder! HARDER!”

So we did finally get a nice masseuse, but we still have to sell it to the customers. I mean, I get it, I hate being touched, but these are Sims!

Thanks for maxing your Fitness and getting zilch for it.

“Anytime!”

Priya, I’m glad you are gaining points from running, but please shower before you scare off the other guests.

Of course Amin would be naked in the hot tub. No puzzle there.

Oh great, Jan is still here, and now she’s whining.

“And there’s a potato chip bag that’s empty!”

“I’m throwing it away, Jan! Tattletale.”

Er, apparently she likes complaining though?

Wait.

“Jan is right! There’s an empty potato bag!”

But you just threw it away…?

Well apparently she likes a little filth. No surprise there.

Gossiping about your own infidelity is an interesting choice, Abraham.

As it then proceeding to provide an example of it to the guests.

Well one would hope!

Um, what’s going on here?

“Is– Is it supposed to be that big?”

“I don’t know. Don’t make any sudden moves.”

Another thing that I often have to force Sims to use — the pool table. Don’t mind the person exploding on the Orb there.

Yeah, getting stars for physical abuse sounds about right for Plasmosis.

So we have plenty of money, but still not enough to make this lot worth what I need to unlock Athletic. So time for desperate measures. Like iceskating on the roof.

Er, is he complaining about an urn?

“I cannot BELIEVE no one has died here yet! So disappointing!”

I mean, they’re putting the effort in.

“Stop looking up my dress!”

Stars for sitting outsides taring at an empty basketball court. Okay then, Sandi. Ignore Euro stalking you, I’m sure it’s fine.

Plasmosis, you don’t need to watch them that closely.

“Maybe I want to.”

TMI.

Again, one would hope.

Oh. It’s Euro.

And she’s thinking about grills. Are you going to cook him?

“Yes, but I can’t let him suspect me.”

I don’t know. Thinking about grills while staring RIGHT AT HIM is a pretty strong hint.

Ah, yes, join the other tub, pretend to be innocent.

“Public WooHoo for the win! YEEEEAH!”

So where does Euro go? To our rooftop espresso bar, because why leave when you can just get liquid energy?

We go back home to find our dog aged into this.

It looks like someone gave a Dane a poodle cut.

But hey, at least that means Rover’s genes get to live on!

Stop enjoying that so much, creepy Woodland Gang member.

Really, Abe? You couldn’t let your son nap on the couch?

“Meh, a little floor nap won’t hurt ‘im.”

“Don’t bother me. I’m busy maximizing skills and evidently getting no points for it.”

You suck as a Knowledge Sim.

I mean, as a Romance Sim both of you are spot on, but…

Hoo boy, time for another birthday party. Goopy, you need to stop checking everyone out.

Any time now kid. Especially since Marylena just shoved her face through Amin’s back.

Aaaaaany time.

“Thanks for getting out of my spine, Marylena.”

“Oh my god, he actually did it!”

“Well done, buddy! You figured it out!”

And then we all took time to laugh at the dog.

Um, why are we all outside?

“We have been hypnotized by the dog. We must obey.”

Well, except for Abe, apparently.

“Weeee toy cars!”

Oh dear.

“Ha-ha-haha-ha! Got your noooose!”

“Now here, wear it on your chest you JERK!”

What this Townie did to Jeremy, I have no idea.

“Oh yeah, well keep messing with me and I’ll get my Woodland Gang friends after you!”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“So it’s kind of nice for it to be cloudy, since it can help keep the warmth in– do you hear screaming?”

“And I do say, fuck you!”

What a great birthday party.

Wait. Didn’t they just breed?

Meet Bailey, Billy, and Benny.

Another day, another Townie seduced.

Er, maybe have your dad do the seducing. There are laws.

“Why yes, we have tons of gold just beneath the floorboards!”

“Never mind the gold, what a foxy lady!

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And I’m going to end it here, as while it’s only three families, next up are the Cables and they have a TON of photos this time around. So next time: more Abraham nonsense? Seeing someone who isn’t related to the Baguets? Me updating on time? Tune in next time.

Tschuess!