You’re back! No wait, flip that, I’m back. And I bring an update, aren’t I nice? Well not really, I really just want to get done so I can have Wally back.

Sim Withdrawal, it isn’t pretty.

Last time, Kurt died. What? You expected more? Tough noogies. I like to think of the future, not the past. So moving on, as is the way in this Apoc, death was celebrated with woohoo. Although, thankfully, this will not result in pregnancy. Thank you, Medical. I’ve had quite enough unplanned pregnancies in this challenge to last me.

Not to mention that I already have an extra... I only need two of these kids to get the lifts. The third is just a bonus.

In case you all forgot, here is a cheat sheet for you.

The blonde with the ponytail is Oliver, Kara and Killian’s youngest.

The brunette with sort of greenish hair is Bruce, Arthur and Regina’s only child and the official heir.

The blonde alien is Clark, Arthur’s unauthorized alien spawn.

I don’t know yet which ones will be performing the lifts since they are all eligible. So until then, you get to suffer with me.

Feel the cute burn….

It burns….

Okay it doesn’t really. I just don’t get sick of the animation. The falling on their butts, adorable beyond belief!

Continuing with our theme of moving on, Oliver grew up. Into Pepto-Bismol pjs. That will be changing.

“Is that a tombstone in your thought bubble or are you happy to see me?”

“I’m happy to see you.”

“Oh good. For a moment I thought you wanted me dead.”

“I would never want that.”

All cuteness aside… Okay this is cute too. Killian and Kara are still diabetic coma inducing.

I think Kori is a little jealous.

“I don’t know if I can make it, Killian. I know that Elton didn’t love me, but this, I hate feeling so alone.”

“Why do you think you are alone? You’ve still got most of your family. You should focus on that and not on yourself.”

“But… Is it too much to ask that someone love me?”

“No. But you have to remember that people already do.”

“Who?”

“Kara for one. Arthur for another. And I bet if you read him a story, Oliver would love you too.”

“Killian is right. I need to move on. Sleep well, Ollie. I’d bet you’d like a story.”

“In a city, far away, lived a man who wanted to make a difference. But society wouldn’t let him use conventional means, so he tried something unconventional…”

Dammit, Arthur! Get out of the….

Too late…

“Wah! My Daddy went away! I wan’ my daddy. Now! Afore I grows up.”

I don’t think that is happening, kid.

“I am going to find my Daddy, now.”

I don’t think so, kid. Why don’t you go study like your uncle Ollie?

“This sucks!”

“Tell me about it. The voice said I wasn’t allowed to move until I knew everything.”

“Harsh.”

“I know. All I want to do is save my Dad.”

“Mommy?”

“Mommy’s right here, Clarkie.”

“I got big!”

“Yes you did.”

“Can I go see where Daddy is? I want to meet my biological mom.”

“Maybe when you’re older.”

“Wooohoo!”

“Definitely not until you are older.”

“Whoa. That was weird.”

You can say that again.

“But I feel awesome!”

You just keep thinking that.

The night of birthdays finally ended with Kara.

“Damn, this is a lot of pink. I wonder if Mom will notice if I swipe her spare PJs.”

Does this slide even need captioning?

I think not.

Moving on…

“Where do you think Daddy went? He missed my birthday.”

“He missed mine too.”

“I’m sorry do you want a hug?”

“No. Checkmate.”

“Awww, shucks!”

If the kids didn’t know where Arthur went, the two knowledge sim elders certainly did and were very anxious to book a cruise.

“Have you forgot about me, director?”

No, Wally. I could never forget about you.

“Sometimes it feels that way.”

Well, just you wait, I’ve got something special planned for you at the end of this challenge.

“Ooooh? What is it?”

It’s a surprise. Now be a good ghost and haunt quietly. Unlike others I could name.

Um… Guys this is the wrong way to get abducted…

“Been there. I feel like spying on a cranky old fart.”

Okay and what’s your excuse, Killian?

“Kori’s tending the garden in her skivvies and I want a better look.”

“What are you two swooning at?”

“OMG! Hot romance sim on your six.”

“Hello Ladies, and extra. Shall we be friends?”

As you can see, the wishing well is getting a lot of use. I think at the highest, the household had something like 68 friends. Gamer, really not an issue at this point.

Although it sometimes the well drops go horribly wrong, as evidenced here.

Horribly, horribly wrong.

“Are they still going at it over there, Clark?”

“Yup!”

“We should probably do something about it.”

“Or we could ignore it and go on with our game.”

“I’m with Uncle Ollie on this one.”

“Will you stop calling me that!”

“Um, you’ve been at it all night. We’d like to get some sleep before school.”

“I don’t think they heard you, Bruce.”

“Yeah, speak up. Or growl. I heard growling gets people’s attention.”

“Shut up, Uncle Ollie.”

“There! Just like that!”

“Argh!”

“Don’t let Uncle Ollie get to you Bruce, you know how he likes to tease.”

“Do you think it’s too late to trade in this uncle for another?”

“Guys, I’m standing right here.”

“We know!”

“And the people have stopped.”

“Oh good.”

“Just in time to go to school too.”

“Do you think this outfit is okay? I mean it doesn’t really seem all that superheroish to me.”

“You can change it later, Clark.”

“What Bruce said, I promise not to tease you about it too much.”

“Gee thanks, Uncle Ollie.”

“So, love, I think I’m pregnant.”

“You’re kidding, right? How?”

“I’m not really sure. I just feel pregnant.”

Pregnant or not, Arthur has things to do. Like continue on my quest to make over the Veronaville natives.

“Um… That didn’t work Mr. Monty. Let me try to fix that.”

“Better?”

“You could say so. At least you have hair now.”

“No tip for you!”

“Honey, who’s the creepy clown teen sleeping in our bed?”

“Must please customer *zzzz*”

“Forget I asked.”

“Oh I feel sick.”

“I don’t want to hear it. You weren’t the one who had to avoid gropey hands from an enthusiastic teen boy.”

“Have I said I’m sorry? I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. It should have been my hands groping you.”

“You know that could be arranged.”

“Really? Uh, I mean. Lead the way, lovely lady.”

“You sleeping, Uncle Ollie?”

“zzzStop calling me thatzzz!”

“You know you aren’t going to get abducted that way.”

“Yeah. But have you seen Consort Capp’s boxers? They have hearts on them.”

“I don’t want to know.”

“Don’t be jealous, Killer. You know I’d rather see you without your boxers.”

“I don’t wear boxers.”

“Exactly.”

“Aw crap! Missed.”

“It’s the shoes. You should have remained barefoot.”

“You think so? Let me try again.”

“Okay so if I plant my feet like this I won’t fall…”

“Daddy! You’re here!”

“You betcha, sport. Whatcha doing?”

“Kicking Clark and Uncle Ollie’s butts in Bowling.”

“Hey!”

“What? It’s true. You should play with us, Daddy.”

“Can’t my back is killing me and I already feel like I’ve swallowed a bowling ball.”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t eat so much.”

“We don’t eat, Bruce.”

“My point.”

“You’re going to be a good baby for, Daddy, right? Oh gods, I’m talking to my stomach like a regular family sim. This is nuts. But still, there is something about being pregnant.”

“Have you seen Daddy’s belly? It’s like he’s really fat!”

“He’s going to have a baby, Bruce.”

“Really? How do you know?”

“I just know.”

“That’s silly, men can’t get pregnant! Books say so!”

“Then how come I’m green and you’re beige?”

“Don’t you have homework to do?”

“Aww man!”

“I’m telling mom!”

“You’re telling me what, Bruce?”

“Clark hasn’t done his homework yet.”

“Stoolie.”

“That’s what you get for makin’ things up!”

“But I was telling the truth!”

“Um, I’d lie to interrupt this argument with a minor point.”

“Oh, what was that, dear?”

“The baby is coming!”

“Oh I can’t watch!”

“Mmmm… Do I smell snapdragons?”

“Why yes I do?”

“Ewww… This is why I am NEVER giving birth again. The thought of… Ugh!”

“This is why you should have stopped to smell the snapdragons, dear.”

“Shut it, old man.”

“Oh am I grandfather again! How grand!”

“Yeah, you are.”

Meet Peter Doran, named after Peter Parker of Spiderman fame. So now we have two spares… And I thought I was done with the babies.

“Grammie! Where do babies come from?”

“Well when a man and a woman… Um… Can you ask someone else?”

“No! I wanna know.”

“Okay. Babies come from woohoo. I’m not going to lie to you, when a man and a woman woohoo, the woman gets pregnant.”

“So how did Daddy have a baby? Is he a woman? He wears a dress like you do.”

“Oh my. I’m not sure how to explain this one.”

Noon finally rolled around and first things first, a headmaster visit was scheduled.

Then I remembered that I could order services, so Regina got the house a gardener and maid too. Which is good considering what I have planned for the house.

Killian got to work on part of it. I’m gonna need fish. And lots of them…

But before that happened, the kids came home…

With A-pluses.

A Trifecta of A-pluses.

“Don’t bother Mommy when she’s on the phone.”

“But I got an A-plus!”

“And until one of you lifts gamer, the phone comes first. For all the good a wishing well does with friends we can’t get services through it.”

And when Arthur got home, he implemented my plan to stave off boredom while the boys grew up. Home business, here we come!

After opening “Crap we don’t need, but you want!” it was time to wow the headmaster again.

A few schmoozes.

Some Baked Alaska and stimulating conversation.

Not to mention embarrassing conversation.

And the trio were accepted into private school.

Easy peasy.

This, not so easy peasy.

“Hey Regina I wanted to offer you a Job in Natural Science. Even though you don’t really qualify despite having a memory stating you went to college.”

“Really? I’ll take it!”

“Great!”

Yes apparently Toby Bruenig has connections to the ecological world. Who knew?

Here is some of the crap we are selling. Most of my kids want to fish and we never eat, so I set out to sell the fruits of their labor.

We are also selling all of the random crap we bought to get the wishing well. Including plants. I figure it works and it keeps my environment up.

With the business mostly running itself, It was time to age up little Peter.

A toss and a twirl and Peter is a very cute alien toddler. Sadly he doesn’t have the ears, but he doesn’t need them. Unless something really, really bad happens he’s not going to be lifting and likely will still be a teen when the challenge ends.

“They have cake.”

“I want cake.”

“I want woohoo.”

Sorry, I do love my ghosts…

Just so long as they stay away from my three potential lifters on the other side of the pond.

The business is doing very well, despite the unwanted help of the wolves. We’ve gotten one best of the best award and another good review and we’ve also made it a venue business, I’ve got enough fun things that people should be happy.

And they are mostly, spending oodles of money. Most customers leave with gold bags and inventories full of crap. If I were keeping this hood, I would feel bad since my two other test apoc families are being taken for all they are worth. But I’m not so I don’t feel so bad.

With the business to distract me, it was soon time to age up two of the kids.

Up first, is technical heir Bruce.

Who got PJs that are much better suited to Ollie, and for the first time I selected Knowledge. Since that fit him.

He really does like to skill, and has since he was a child.

Ollie was next and to fit with his comic book alter-ego he got Fortune.

“Why am I still a kid?”

“Because you are the youngest. No worries, squirt, you’ll catch up tomorrow.”

“But what if it snows.”

“I don’t think it does that it does that anymore. I think the worst it does now is partly sunny with a chance of meatballs.”

“You’re weird, Uncle Ollie.”

“Stop calling me that!”

Gratuitously cute slide is gratuitously cute.

Moving on…

Bruce took a teen job in gamer, setting up his lift.

Then showed me just how much of a knowledge sim he was…

“I am going to splash in puddles but I am not going to like it!”

The sad thing? He did this on his own.

The next day, right on cue, it was time for Clark to age up.

“You’ve got great taste in shirts, kid.”

“You think? I wouldn’t think that Orange would be my color.”

“I don’t think you want to do that, wolf.”

“Grrrrrrrr…”

“Back off, Mutt. I may have 10 nice points and am a family sim, but you are not making me back down.”

“Arrroo?”

This slide almost doesn’t have a point, except you might want to remember this teen townie. She’ll be important later.

Clark couldn’t find a job in Military, so for the mean time I shoved him in slacker.

NOOOO!!! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!!

If you need a little alien loving, Arthur, I suggest you snuggle your youngest son.

Although it looks like your middle son could use a hug.

Yep, Clark got fired. I forgot I could skip chance cards and picked the wrong choice.

That’s about how I feel, Clark. I promise to make it up to you sometime.

“Care to dance, Sexy?”

“Always, Killer.”

“I’m going to miss you, KK.”

“Where are you going?”

“You’ll see…”

“Can I go with you? And what in the hell is up with the photo-bombing townie.”

“I wish you could and I have no clue.”

“Couldn’t you have waited?”

“No.”

“But it’s my grandson’s birthday.”

“So?”

“Killian! Don’t leave me!”

“I’m sorry I have to go, KK. Keep your chin up.”

“You should listen to him. He’s a good man.”

“You don’t need to tell me that!”

So Killian is gone, he was heartily mourned but friends and family alike. He left money to over 30 people including $20,000 to his beloved KK.

As is always the way of this challenge, life goes on as does the challenge. Although I think it is a little sadder.

We’ll miss you Killian. You were one hell of a spouse and you and Kara were very sweet together. You showed that arranged marriages can be happy ones and once you knew who your spouse was you never cheated on her, even before she was legal.

Part 10 should be out soon. I’ve finished the challenge at this point. I just need to write it up. I hope to have it out soon.

Until then, Happy Simming!