Chapter 3.1 A Splendid Time is Guaranteed for All

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Being for the benefit of Mr. Kite/ there will be a show tonight on trampolines/

The Hendersons will all be there/Late of Pablo-Fanques is there/ What a scene

Have you seen it?/ It’s great, they got stuff!

…

I think perhaps Ringo here has been enjoying some time with Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, if you catch my drift. That was practically nonsensical!! There are no trampolines in sims!!

Ringo: I was just trying to tell them we’ve got a good show tonight.

Oh. Job well done, then!

When last we left the Beatle family, the house was being taken over by a GNOME ARMY!!!

Oh wait… no. That never happened. I was just playing with my camera hack features.

But really, when you think of it, what with those Mysterious Mr. Gnomes and all, I think it’s something we should be on the lookout for….

When last we left the ACTUAL story, I was baiting you with my crib predictions again.

Second time’s the charm, I hope.

DANG FRABBIT!!!

Well, putting aside my ineptitudes for fortune telling, we must welcome JoJo to the family!!! To the stats!!!

JoJo Tuscon Beatle

Virtuoso, Excitable

Favorites: Classical music, Cookies, and Spiceberry

Hmm. So far so good!

JoJo was a man who thought he was a loner/ But he knew it couldn’t last/

JoJo left his home in Tuscon, Arizona/ for some California grass

Jude: Darling, you know we need to have another child. The voice in the sky requires there to be a “spare” just in case JoJo is mysteriously offed.

Not the most romantic of propositions, Jude, but I guess whatever gets the deed done.

While Jude and Annie were doing magic tricks, Lucy decided to drop by for a brief visit. Apparently she was accosted by an anti-fashion mob while she was away, taking in the heinous purple dress she arrived in.

Oh and who is that you’ve brought with you, Lucy?

Lucy: Dude, Sammy followed me. You know what a creeper he is!

I meant the baby…. I knew Sammy was coming. Although the fact we actually PAY to have him here every day is still something of a mystery to me.

Lucy: This is Jasmine, my slightly elder daughter.

Oh yes. Lucy had twins! Courtesy of the fertility treatment I bought for her per Delbert’s instructions. Delbert finally exacted his revenge!

Anywho, Jasmine here is a Virtuoso Genius who apparently wishes that SHE was in the legacy what with rolling the family trait all on her own. Sorry sweetie, but no dice.

Her twin sister Felicia, however, is a Heavy Sleeping Loner. Winning combination right there. Truly.

So, moving along with family updates. Annie worked on her extremely annoying and time consuming fishing goal.

Annie: I like the big ones.

…

That’s what she said!!!!! (Oh you know you were thinking it.)

Sheldon, having already completed his lifetime goal, spent some quality time with his grandson JoJo.

Sheldon: Um…. what do I do with it? I forget.

JoJo: waaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

It appears he’s hungry Sheldon. Or he wants to choke you. I’m not entirely sure. (Look at those hands!!!)

Jude finally finished the, albeit wavy, portrait of Eleanor. POINT!

Portrait painting is a bit of a mystery to me, though. Because Jude paints one like this….

…while Eleanor turns out this much more satisfying version. Frankly, I think that’s the best I’ve seen Jude look! Are you sure you didn’t doctor the photo, Eleanor?

Eleanor: I might have done some slimming about the nose…. I’d like my genetics to be remembered in the most positive light possible….

Eh, works for me!

SheldonClone! mailman comes by every so often just to taunt me. *sigh*

And so it felt like it was but a few days before it was time for JoJo’s toddlerification.

Well actually it WAS only a few days. But no one really did anything interesting in that time span, so we’re skipping straight to birthdays.

What I want to know is how an infant has the upper body strength to do a sit up like that….

YOW-ZAH!!! That’s one good lookin’ baby!!! Well done Annie!

I should mention here that JoJo does in fact have Jude’s light light purple eyes. However I did end up downloading that colorful eyes hack I wanted, so it somewhat overrides lighter colors giving them a sort of bluish tone.  But you can still see the purple if you look closely.

Eleanor was promoted to conductor and recieved this nifty penguin suit for her toils.

Actually, you are looking a little beaky there Eleanor….

Eleanor: GRRR.

She’s kind of irritable lately. Must be menopause.

THAR SHE BLOWS!!!!

Annie is pretty close to the big day. And I do mean big. WHOA. That better not be triplets in there.

Her ballooning girth didn’t stop her from teaching her son to speak. In her lingerie.

I’m not sure that’s appropriate, Annie.

Annie: It’s much more comfortable this way. It’s breezy. Like I’m one with nature.

JoJo: Nature!

I have a funny thing about finding out what each baby’s first word is. So expect lots of photos like this. Exhibitionist Annie here is almost always in her undies, and, as you will soon discover, has quite a few babies.

Speaking of which, here comes #2!!!

…

No. Not like that. Mind out of the toilets people!

Jude, for his part, was excited enough to run to the hospital.

Jude: *thinks* I wonder if when I am a chess champion they will put my face on a box of SimmieO’s….

Jude Beatle, master of off topic thinking.

As you can see here, Jude was more interested in eating pancakes than in greeting his new son Henry.

Henry Equus Beatle

Virtuoso, Grumpy

Favorites: Latin music, Cookies, and Aqua

Messrs.K and H assure the public their production will be second to none/ And of course Henry the horse dances the waltz!

…. What? I like horses.

Jude: So we just had a baby. You know what that means.

Annie: MAGIC SHOW.

Wait a minute! I did not authorize this… magic show!!! We have an heir and a spare. STOP! YOU MAGIC FIENDS!!!

Darned family oriented sims and their baby making wants.

Although these two do throw some beeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutiful babies. JoJo could be a toddler model. For serious.

Like father like son.

It’s good to see these two spending some quality time together.

Jude, I think, has a secret family oriented trait. He prefers to cook with Sheldon or snuggle Henry over practicing his chess like I told him to.

Guess I can’t reprimand him for that though.

Awww.

Eleanor was finally promoted to the top of her career, achieving her lifetime wish and 2 points for me!! Yay Eleanor!

AND it was time for her wrinklification. Big day for her.

However, I should have realized that all news comes in threes.

Eleanor: I thought it was all BAD news comes in threes.

Yea… well…. this is just news in threes.

1. Promotion

2. Birthday and………

…Sheldon? Why are you all sparkly and floating in a golden light.

Sheldon: My magic powers have escaped my ability to restrain them?

…3. Sheldon died. In the middle of Eleanor’s birthday.

…

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Grim: Sheldon Murillo Beatle, your time has come. Your deeply ingrained magical abilities have finally worn away your physical body. Come with me to the land beyond. They are waiting for you to show them your magic.

Eleanor: Buh-but Sheldon only shows ME his magic tricks. Waaaaaaaaaah!!!

Grim: It is time. Oh, and happy birthday Eleanor!

Grim you have some timing. THIS does NOT a happy birthday make!

Don’t you just hate it when your cell phone goes off while your father is dying? It really ruins the mood.

Exhibitionist Annie, who of course is in her underoos, looks a bit appauled that Jude didn’t put it on silent. Me too, Annie, me too.

In Memorandum:

Sheldon Murillo Beatle

Sheldon was the most beautiful specimen of a founding spouse I have ever run across. He was deeply dedicated to his wife and sharing his “magic” with her and with the world and he was very skilled with his wand. He floated his way up to the top of the Spy career ladder. He is survived by his wife Eleanor and his two children, Lucy and Jude. Sheldon will be sorely missed by many.

May he rest in peace.

I seriously could have cried at this. I do believe I loved Sheldon more than any other sim I’ve had. He had the most magic.

Still, life must go on. And Eleanor here needs to have her birthday. I was still overcoming the shock of Sheldon’s passing, which is why the walls are down.

I was also a bit irritated that these two could muster up so much enthusiasm only 10 minutes after Sheldon died.

Geesh these sims move on FAST.

Eleanor: Ohhhhhhhhhhhh the weight of the world without my Sheldon is just too heavy!

Eleanor did her best to console her pain by spending more and more time with the kids.

Being that with the passing of Sheldon we also lost Sheldon’s income, I sent Jude down to the hospital to get a job. I’ve got a plan in the future involving the generation 3 heir, a high level doctor sim, the TV, the stereo, and a whole lot of apples or watermelons…

Yea, but that is much later.

Jude decided that the best way to console his pain was to enjoy some fine cuisine at Le Bistro.

Where he strangely ran into an entirely made over Don Lothario!

Why the change of look, Don?

Don: Well, now that I’m a new Dad I figured I’d better act the part.

New Dad you say?

Don: Yes! I had a daughter with my ex girlfriend named Nakisha. Unfortunately I don’t see her much. However, Buck and I adopted a little boy!

Say wha???

I did some investigating and it was, in fact, true!

Meet Brock Lothario, son of Don and Buck Lothario.

Cute little bugger!

And now back to our regularly scheduled Beatle programming.

JoJo was being a generally adorable and happy toddler. The best of toddlers: the first one. They get so much attention and accomplish so much without a massive mountain of toys and skilling items floating around.

Ahhh. Treasure the peace while you can.

Eleanor got her elder makeover.

You look pretty darn good for an old woman, Ele.

Eleanor: Sunscreen and avacado masks.

Hmmm. I’ll remember that.

Annie had some weird cravings like “eat autumn salad in the park”. I don’t know why it had to be in the park. But I must admit it is scenic.

However, I was very annoyed to find that this did NOT fulfill her wish to eat autumn salad in the park because APPARENTLY she had to bring multiple servings of it. PFFFFFFFFFFFT. Fussy pregnant sims and their picky wishes!

Jude finally started working on defeating ranked chess players by tackling this man: one Oscar Alphender. Jude beat him pretty easily.

And he celebrated with a bowl of SimmieO’s while Annie dined on cake.

I really do treat my pregnant sims very well. No work or nothin’!

Annie: I’m not sure it’s an entirely fair trade when you consider the pain of giving biiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Why you little punk! She stole the police cruiser to go to the hospital!

Annie: This way I can get there as FAST as possible!

Annie happened to be leaving right in the midst of Henry’s birthday.

She came out of the hospital with…. a basket….? Why do you need a basket…?

Uh oh.

OH.

NOES!

TWINS!!!

At home, sparkles flew.

Awww! Isn’t she the cutest widdle girlie you’ve ever……… hold up. That’s Henry. Henry is a BOY.

Hmm. It would appear Henry is a supporter of team Rainbow from birth.

Okay, I don’t have a shot of the twins together yet, but they are both girls. Stats:

Prudence Day Beatle

Virtuoso, Hates the Outdoors

Favorites: Classical, Hamburgers, and Hot Pink

Dear Prudence/ Won’t you come out to play/

Dear Prudence/ Greet the brand new day

Sadie Sequsie (prounounced SECKS-EE) Beatle

Virtuoso, Genius

Favorites: Pop Music, Stu Surprise, Turquoise

Sexy Sadie how did you know/ The world was waiting just for you

Henry ended up getting a makeover just because that bob looked really rather odd on him. Although it’s interesting to note that ADDITIONALLY (besides the hair and the shirt) his diaper has pink dragons on it.

Yup. Definitely Team Rainbow.

Proof there are baby girls.

This is…. oh heck, I don’t know. I can’t tell until they’re toddlers and even then I refer to them mentally as “the pink one” and “the blue one”.

Jude’s second chess conquest is Meadow Thayer Carpenter-Rhodes.

Yikes!!! She didn’t age well…..

Jude: It was like playing my infant daugher. Easy peasy.

Smug much, Jude?

Henry: Tired!

Henry, on the other hand, apparently has MIND READING ABILITIES!!!! The Sheldon magic lives on!

SERIOUSLY PEOPLE. IT’S LIVED ON ENOUGH. THERE ARE ALREADY FOUR KIDS. CAN’T YOU STOP????!

They’re like rabbits. Or catholics.

*No offense to Catholics. I have a lot of good Catholic friends!

Eleanor: And then the Grim Reaper ruined my birthday by taking my dear, dear Sheldon from me.

Henry: Gwim Weeper!

That’s a bit of a dark subject for a toddler, Eleanor. But then you have a history of that….

JoJo spends a lot of time with his bear, Kathrine these days. Mostly because he’s already got his major skills down and now there are two infants and another toddler in the house, so there isn’t much time for anyone to pay him any attention.

Kathrine: It’s okay. I shall stand guard over his happiness.

Good to know he’s in good hands… er… paws.

Chess round 3: Cherry Kanto.

She has such a unique fashion sense. I think she might take her name too literally.

This is your just desserts for that last woo hoo, miss exhibitionist Annie.

Seriously. 90% of the time she’s in either her lingerie or her swimsuit. If there was a nudist trait I am CONVINCED she’d have it.

She even attended JoJo’s birthday in her swimsuit.

Apparently it was a pool party, because Jude wore his too.

Yum.

JoJo grew up and inherited… Sheldon’s cloak of invisibility?

Oh. Nope. But he did get some pea-green pajamas. To the dresser!!!!

JoJo: I like these pajamas because they have my favorite color, spiceberry, while at the same time remaining at least somewhat butch what with the skulls and all.

Kathrine: Just as long as you don’t become emo and start sewing weird patches on me and covering me with sharpie.

Really. Emo kids do weird things with sharpies. At least when I was in high school they did.

Jude was finally defeated in one of his chess conquests.

I think Vadim Simovitch tricked him by mesmerizing him with his ability to almost swallow his own upper lip.

Exhibitionist Annie ran about training the children and then putting them in the wrong cribs. That is NOT Henry’s crib missy.

Annie: I stopped to admire my beautiful tummy. Ahhhh! I love children.

Okay, I admit. I changed her LTW to Surrounded by Family. We were already on our way to 5 kids. So I figure we’ll get it over and done with. Mostly because I don’t think I can handle doing this again.

Is it Sadie? Is it Prudence?

I have no idea.

Let’s just count this picture and the one before it for both of the twins. Because really, it looked EXACTLY the same.

Pre-makeover.

Prudence in pink. That’s how you remember. I have to tell myself that over and over. These two look SO much alike.

Particularly from behind. Seriously, how would I remember which was which?

“Prudence in pink” is my motto. And it makes my life a LOT easier.

There is one tiiiiiiiiny difference. Sadie has Annie’s gold eyes.

And Prudence has Jude’s purple ones.

Otherwise they’re completely identical. COM-PLETE-LY!

First word log:

The pink one: LOVE!

Lucky, lucky Jude. This one’s going to be a heartbreaker when she hits her teens, I’ll bet.

Little genius Sadie on the other hand, is a bit more progressive.

The blue one: Eighth note!

I am always on the watch for potential future spouses. I like this girls green eyes. But I think she will end up being too old for most of the Beatle kids. And with Annie and Sheldon both being an entire generation older than their respective spouses, I think for gen 3 I want someone the same age. That way I don’t have lonely elders roaming about.

So that eliminates you, handsome albeit generic looking man maid.

Man Maid: Darn.

Sammy Felix, it would seem, is finally done haunting us. Golly, I hope he didn’t die or something!!

… Okay fine. Whatever gets him and his creepy bug eyes out of my house works for me. Death, plague, whatever! The bug eyes…. they haunted me.

Jude was practicing so that he could take on Vadim again with new confidence.

But I also think he was delaying the match until he got a promotion because he didn’t want to be seen in his pink scrubs.

Eleanor was still feeling the loss of Sheldon. She would wander off to their former rendezvous place to play woebegotten guitar tunes. *sniff* It’s just all so SAD.

This is either:

1. Banned for life!!!!!

or

2. Annie giving birth to the 5th frim frabbing kid.

Considering Jude is freaking out GAP-style, I guess it must be the second.

Welcome to the family, Michelle!!!

Michelle Belle Beatle

Virtuoso, Absent-Minded  (Headaches here we come)

Favorites: Pop, Pancakes, and Aqua

What’s with all the kids and aqua?? Jeez.

Michelle, my belle/ These are words that go together well/ My Michelle.

Michelle, my belle/ Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble/ Très bien ensemble.

Sheldon was so excited about the french lyrics that he made his first appearance that night!!!

… Or perchance it was coincidence.

However THAT is where I shall leave you.

Next time:

-FIVE frim frabbing kidlets growing up

-The quest for the perfect spouse

-The sub-plot that I promised you for this chapter involving the beloved individual that I didn’t get a chance to fit in because this is already so long!

-and as usual, MORE Beatles goodness!!!!

Ringo: I hope I look as good as Eleanor does when I’m all old and gray.

Sorry to tell you Ringo, but I’ve seen the future and it doesn’t pan out well for you. Nevertheless:

Both: We hope you have enjoyed the show!

Thanks for coming!! See you next time!

<– Chapter 2.3 Chapter 3.2–>

Chapter 2.3: I Wanna Hold Your Hand

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NEWS UPDATE FOR INQUIRING MINDS

Q: Why does everyone look different?

A: It’s because I downloaded some new skins. So now they should all look slightly more realistic.

Here comes the sun doo-doo-doo-doo/ Here comes the sun/ And I say, it’s alright

Little darlin’/ It’s been a long cold lonely winter/ Little darlin’/ It feels like years since it’s been here.

It’s barely been a week since our last update. That’s a bit overdramatic, Paul.

Paul: Perhaps just a bit.

I think I shall have to come down there and give you boys a chat about this intro business.

But that John… ooooh…. the words won’t be so harsh for him!!

(My simself appears to have a thing for John. Not sure why. I personally like Ringo best. But yes, this is sim me, kindly demonstrating the fact that I have downloaded lots of fun new custom content for my sims. Including this snazzy outfit.)

Alriiiiiiiighty, boys! We’ve got to work on this intro thing here.

John: Why’s that, love?

Because we’re really stretching to make some of these lyrics fit.

Ringo: Well then maybe we should be more specific.

John: We can’t change the lyrics to our songs!

Hmm… Good point. Okay then. Loosely based lyrical intros they shall remain.

John: So where did we last leave off?

Why with the youngins growing up, of course! There was a nifty heir poll to decide who would be the next heir to the Beatle empire!!!

Sim-me (to since forgotten random neighbor): So you see, you had to go to the boolprop site and vote for who will be the heir to the family empire.

Neighbor: I didn’t think families had heirs anymore. That’s a bit old fashioned, isn’t it.

Yea well, this is a legacy. You have to have an heir in a legacy! So….. who won??????

Lucy? Or Jude?

Well, I was on my way over to find out the answer to that question when I happened to stumble upon…. THIS!!!

Don Lothario is actually settling down!!!! With Buck Broke!!! Who’d have thunk???

Which in doing so, he managed to tick off his very pregnant former girlfriend, Constance Shelley.

Constance: Blah blah blah. It’s all words with you Don!!! But your promises never last!!! I hate you, I truly hate you!!!

Ringo: I think I’ve stumbled into some drama…Best be off now….

Run, Ringo, Run! You do not want to see the wrath of a pregnant lady scorned.

But apparently Don made it out unscathed.

Don: Don’t listen to their silly words, Buck. My eyes are only for you now! I may have many things in my past that I regret, but I know that in my future there will be so many things to be proud of, if only my future can be with you!

All together now: AwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!

And they were indeed married that very night, in a quaint private ceremony there in the park.

*sigh* I love happy endings!

…

Hmm…?

What, now? Oh. You wanted to find out who won the heir poll? Well silly me. Let’s go find out!!!

Lucy here got a nifty makeover courtesy of all my fancy new custom content. I think it more suits her inner evil diva than the gypsy look she had before. But alas, it was all for naught….

… because Jude shall be our heir!!!!

Jude: eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy *fonz style*

It was a tight race. Neck and neck. It ended 6 for Lucy and 8 for Jude. I was so distraught personally, I kept going back and forth and back and forth between the two of them. Thank goodness I didn’t have to decide!!!!!!!!!

*The Fonz is from Happy Days a wonderful old TV show. He has a very specific way of saying “eyyy”.

CONSTRUCTION UPDATE

Before we begin scooting along with our regularly scheduled legacy program, I shall show you the current progress of the future legacy mansion. The mansion is being built in stages and the Beatles hope that it will be completed in time for the introduction of generation 4. Yes. You heard right. Four. It’s slow going with the building in this family.

Lucy, however, while she was still a member of the family, decided to do her part by going to get a job. She nabbed Sheldon’s police cruiser and zipped off to her establishment of choice.

Baby you can drive my car/ Yes I’m gonna be a star/ Baby you can drive my car/And maybe I love you/Beep beep, beep beep, YEA

Despite being apparently possessed by some kind of evil demon.

Lucy: No. I’m just checking out my new styling puffed up hairdo. It’s so tall!!

… Please, not while driving Lucy.

So along she went on her merry way to find a means to make an honest days wor….

Wait a minute there. Why are you going into that abandoned warehouse….?

Lucy: I’m going to get a job here.

As what?

Lucy:….a  historical refurbishment crew member?

You liar! You’re getting a job in the criminal career track… AND YOU STOLE YOUR FATHER’S POLICE CRUISER TO DO IT YOU EVIL EVIL SIM, YOU!!!

Lucy: I figured if I came here in a stolen cruiser it would impress the don so much that he’d give me a job for sure!!!

Pfff. Just don’t let him know your “stolen” police cruiser belongs to daddy!!

Despite my reservations about her career path of choice, Lucy did get a job. After which she immediately came home and bought…. a birthday cake?

No one around here is having a birthday, Lu. Everyone just aged up!

Lucy: *fluffs hair* Yea, well, I have a special guest coming over soon. It’s for him.

Vasyl? But he’s already an adult….

WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?????

Lucy:….nothing…..

Then why do I see a teenaged boy running down the street.

Hey. He looks kind of familiar.

Who is that….?

Hmm. Reddish hair… chubby cheeks…. it’s….. IT’S…..

Nope. Not ringing a bell.

Mysteryman: For me???? Awww, you shouldn’t have.

Darn right we shouldn’t have. I don’t even know who you are.

Mysteryman: forgot….. me…..?

ACK! ACK!!!

No! I mean… we know exactly who you are!!! And we are just SO excited to spend your birthday with you!!!! You didn’t have to set the kitchen on FIRE!!

Mysteryman: Ahhhhhhhhhhh! What have I done???!!?? FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Call the firefighters!! Someone CALL THE FIREFIGHTERS!!!!

Sheldon: Ahhh! I didn’t want to be caught in my undercover chef uniform!!!!! It just adds too much around the middle, you know.

JUST. CALL.

A blazing inferno was aloft in the kitchen and I was worried the Beatles were going to be gone before they’d really earned their fame!

Didn’t stop me from enjoying the schmexy fireman though. Rawr to you too Mr. Firefighter.

Lucy: Oh! Mr. Firefighter, I am so afraid!! Please help us!

Pull down that skirt there, Lucy. He’s not facing you, so your….er…. charms…. aren’t going to work at this moment.

Lucy: *pouts* I wanted a child with the pyromaniac hidden trait for my evil empire.

Not going to happen. Because 1.) you’re not the heir. and 2.) I already selected a spouse for you.

So Lucy went off to sulk while insurance replaced our countertop and cake and Mysteryman got on with his interrupted birthday.

Mysteryman: Wait…. I don’t know if I’m ready.

Lucy ran back in.

Lucy: Oooh!!! He’s changing!!! Yay!!! Let’s see what all my work has done!!!!

….I am more than slightly terrified….

Ahhh! He’s radioactive!!! Run!!!! Hide Jude!!! We have to protect his virility!!!!!

Mysteryman: I feel WONDERFUL!

Great… So Mr. Wonderful…. can I call you Mr. Wonderful? Would you prefer to go by something else? Say perhaps, if you weren’t called Mr. Wonderful what would we call you then….?

Lucy: So now that you’re all adult and all… well…. how would you feel about becoming my betrothed?

wait… whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???? You already have a betrothed, Lucy!!!

Lucy: But I don’t love Vasyl! I love Delvin!

Delvin…. as in…. Delvin JONES?

At last, the mystery is solved!

Oh yea I tell you somethin/ I think you’ll understand/When I say that somethin/ I wanna hold your hand

Lucy: Oh Delvin, just think of the wonderful things we can do together. I can marry you now, since I’m not going to be an heiress. Your white collar family and your riches won’t stand in our way anymore!

*raises eyebrow* Riches, huh? I think I see why you’re interested.

Lucy: SHUT IT, YOU!

Lucy: So Delvin, I love you. Be mine!

Ahhh. I see what she has mesmerized him with. EYES UP DELVIN, EYES UP TO SAVE YOUR FUTURE!!!!

Delvin: Tee hee hee. Boobies.

*headdesk*

And when I touch you I feel happy inside/It’s such a feeling that my love/ I can’t hide!

And so she put the “magic” moves on him.

Really, it all took about a nanosecond to happen. She already had him brainwashed from childhood to follow her around like a trained puppy. This was just the last step to seal his fate, I suppose.

Poor Delvin Jones, you had such a bright…. okay well, no, you didn’t have a bright future really, since you were dumb as a box of rocks, but at least you weren’t about to become the puppet to an evil mastermind seductress.

To some, a ring, for him, it’s a finger sized shackle made of diamonds. A miniature ball and chain. A drain on the lifeblood of his existence. A….

Lucy: ENOUGH!!!

Eeep! OKay. Shutting up now.

Jude meanwhile was cleaning the dishes.

Yup. Love me some dishes.

He did, however, shortly thereafter manage to break the computer in an entirely unauthorized session of computer games. I swear, every time I turn my head one of these sims is messing with either the VR headset or the computer. Jude here should be a LOT father on his chessmaster goal than he is, but the darned computer always reels him in with its seductive powers.

… In hindsight that’s more true to life than I realized….

They sent this lovely specimen of a handiwoman to fix it up. I contemplated awhile on pulling a complete 180 and switching her to be the future spouse, but then it occurred to me that several of the votes were based upon the fact that Annie Elmore (Jude’s intended) was better than Vasyl and it really would be rude of me to switch last minute.

Plus this leaves open some options for a steamy affair with the handygirl later!!!

Gretchen McAlister: I’m getting OUT of here!!!!!

You can run. But you can’t hide!!!!

Speaking of which, we need to get our ACTUAL spouse over here.

Jude:…. and then I’d let you lick the spoon.

Annie: Oh, Jude! You have such a way with words!!!

o.O

Sim flirting is not my area of expertise…. but….yea.

Jude:… just like a zucchini. A really big zucchini.

Annie: *giggles*

…

……..

No comment.

He goes in for the kill.

DOUBLE-WHAMMY!

This kid’s on fire!

Wait…. wait….  I think he’s going to…. NO, IT COULDN’T BE!!!!!!!!!

HOMERUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And the crowd goes wild!

Well…. someone went wild anyway. I see those floaty heart petals!

Annie: Gosh, I’m just SO excited about our wedding.

Jude: It’s like I can already hear the wedding bells.

So being the deed was already done, Jude and Annie did their wedding up classy-like. In the kitchen, with her in her underwear.

Jude, for some reason, is almost always dressed for EVERYTHING. I actually have to ASK him to change into his underwear for certain activities. A Sheldon he is not.

Speaking of which, where is Sheldon? Or Eleanor for that matter….?

Eleanor: The construction site for our new house is kind of creepy…. It’s dark in here.

Then why are you in here, Eleanor?

Eleanor: Oh… no reason….

SECRET TRYST!

Although you guys do have your own room, you know. With lights. And a bed. Like 10 yards over there. *points*

Sheldon: It’s mmmmrf too crowded mmmf at home.

Ah. I see your point. Well. Whatever keeps the passion alive you two!

I seriously love these two. They actually met out in the dark of the abandoned house autonomously to make out like teenagers. It’s just so darned cute!

Annie meanwhile got a makeover, including some fancy new undies I found that I think Jude will enjoy very much.

However, I severely underestimated the power of a man to be completely focused on sports no matter what.

Jude here had his eyes completely GLUED to the sports game he was playing on the computer….

….DESPITE the fact his new bride was levitating in her lingerie next to the desk.

Men!

…

I don’t like that look.

Delvin: OW! My neck!

LUCY!!!

Lucy: (from far off) I can fix it!

Delvin: Yup… allllllllllllllll better! Who needs to look to their left anyway?

Lucy: If I look at the ceiling maybe it will be like he’s Robert Pattinson…..

Not likely, but give it a try.

Elesewhere:

Annie: *gasp*

Ooooh! What?

New maid: Come on, Jude, baby, you know how we maids like to clean up dirty things. Rawr.

o.O

Don’t listen to her, Jude! You’re a married man. And your wife is in the room!

Jude: *thinks* think of toilets. yea. yea. grandma on the toilet. cold showers. baseball. grandma playing baseball in the shower. wait… I don’t have a grandma…. um…. umm….. dad in the bathroom….

Jude: Nope, not interested at all.

Annie: It’s because I’m just so SMOKIN’ hot!

In your cardigan and mom jeans. Yup. That’s it.

Jude still can’t completely kick his childhood germophobe habit. He absolutely HAD to clean the toilet even when the maid was there.

Jude: Geeeeeeerms.

It’s okay Jude.

Annie here took up a new hobby, given I haven’t found her a job since she left the babysitter profession. In fact, it has a lot to do with her lifetime wish.

To have the perfect aquarium!!! I can just feel the headache coming on from THAT one.

Speaking of which, here are the rest of her stats:

Annie Elmore Beatle

Slob, Family-Oriented, Kleptomaniac, Angler

Favorites: Pop, Autumn Salad, Aqua

Brought $2,062 and 4 points of guitar skill.

Annie: I had to sing kumbaya a lot to the kids.

Ahh.

And things went along as usual, with Steve driving the taxi everywhere.

Hey, wait, Steve. Did you dye your hair?

Taxi-man: I’m not Steve.

WHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?????

Taxi Man: My name is Jacques Dewey.

But… but…. what happened to Steve Rosario??? And why do you have the exact same hair as him, apart from the color????

Jacques: It’s a bald man’s union thing. We’ve secured practically a monopoly on the free taxi business.

I fail to see how that is useful, Jacques. I want to know what you have done with Steve.

Jacques: Steve is retired now.

We shall see. *coughkidnappercough*

Annie, meanwhile, seemed to find that the Beatles cooking disagreed with her.

It must have been an epidemic, because Lucy was hugging the toilet bowl too.

Lucy: *thinks* But it’s strikingly clean. Jude did a lovely job.

o.O

Well…. she always was nice to him.

Lucy and Annie even bonded over their mutual illness with a rendezvous in the bathroom.

Lucy: Hoooooooooooo boy! We’re gonna need a match.

Very ladylike, Lu. *snort*

Lucy: It is time. Time for me to put my diabolical plan into action!! Bring me my henchman forth!

Husband, you mean?

Lucy: That’s what I said.

No, you said…. oh nevermind.

Lucy: Goodbye! Goodbye!!! I’ll miss you all!!! I love you!!!!

Some evil plan. Psssh. I think she’s secretly a big old softie deep down inside. Except when it comes to Delvin… Delvin brings out the true evil in her. I’m not really sure it’s healthy….

Jude tried to paint her this colorful goodbye present, but he didn’t finish it in time. It’s just as well though, because *I* really like it!!!

*hangs on the wall*

Lovely!

Lucy and Delvin drove off in their limo into the sunset.

Delvin, I think you underemphasized just how RICH your family is.

Lucy: But I still figured it out!! Bwahaha!

Oy vey.

Delvin: Sometimes I think I should be worried.

You should, Delvin, you really should.

Something in the way she moves/ attracts me like no other lover

Like when she judo chops you in the neck….?

So poor poor Lucy has left the legacy house for this pathetic shack here that Delvin and the Jones family live in.

Yea. I’m not pitying her either. Moving on!

Sheldon finally reached the top of the special agent career track and now he gets to cruise around in this snazzy ride…. with Jacques.

Steve-stealer! WHERE IS HE????

Jacques: I told you, he got a new job as a Sim-Mart greeter.

That’s not what you said last time…. I see through your ruse. You are not to be trusted!!

Despite being chauffered by Jacques the evil carpool driver, Sheldon continued being the complete B-A he is and took the opportunity to go STRAIGHT to the abandoned factory to do a raid.

He only found some minor documents with info worth $350, but still. *I* was proud of him. He was EIGHTY FOUR at this point. YOU try being that productive at 84!

Jude started working on his portrait skills, seeing as Eleanor would be joining the gravity-challenged pretty soon here and I needed her picture before her knockers became intimately acquainted with the floor, if you know what I mean.

Unfortunately, he, like his mother, didn’t quite get the right idea from the start.

It’s SORT of like Eleanor, Jude, but I’m looking for more realism, please.

And while we’re at it, I’d best give Eleanor a makeover so she looks a little more like someone in her 50′s.

You really just can’t get away with tummy shirts and mini skirts anymore, Ellie dear.

She was less than pleased with me.

Eleanor: You gave me MOM hair.

You do have two fully grown children.

Eleanor: MOM. HAIR.

Well now you look more like your “portrait”.

Try again, Jude.

Sammy Felix, our regular maid, still skulked about the house lamenting the fact that HE never made it into the legacy family.

No, seriously. He actually would walk around and BOO at my sims when he went past them.

Right now he’s mad because Jude scooped up the plates to wash before he could get to them.

Jude: I don’t trust him. He wants into this legacy TOO badly.

Good point, Jude. Definitely hide the things we eat off of from the jealous man maid. That’s a poisoning incident waiting to happen right there.

Eleanor was hard at work at portraits though, and given she has a little more experience than Jude, this portrait of Annie turned out rather well.

Speaking of Annie, I wonder how that stomach bug played out for her?

Annie: Ooooh. I think…. I THINK….!!!! JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tum de dum. This is the door that leads into what will be the baby’s room.

Oh. You want to see?

Okay.

It’s nothing much yet. I put this crib in here because I’m making predictions for a girl. But we all know how good I am at predictions.

But this is where I shall leave you for tonight.

Next time:

Babies!!!

Birthdays!!!

and… Goodbyes???? OH NOES!!!!

John: Oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Like that?

Sim-me: No, it’s more like eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. (2:15) Stick with the singing, okay John?

John and Sim-me: We hope you have enjoyed the show!

See you next time!

PS The last “soundtrack” song is really just a bonus John Lennon clip, since he was our featured Beatle today for the most part. So you should go watch that.

<– Chapter 2.2 Chapter 3.1 –>

Chapter 2.2: Help! I Need Somebody!

For the YouTube soundtrack for this chapter CTRL-click this link to go to the soundtrack page. Click on the play all link in the right hand corner and then return to this page to enjoy the soundtrack while you are reading!

I look from the wings at the play you are staging/ While my guitar gently weeps/ As I’m sitting here, doing nothing but aging/Still my guitar gently weeps

Well, I am staging a play, George, but hopefully it’s not so terrible as to make your guitar weep. In a sad way anyway. I’ll accept tears of joy, though.

For those who don’t know what Mr. Harrison here is talking about, you have found yourself in Chapter 2.2 of All You Need Is Love: A Beatles Legacy for the Sims 3 where I am striving for 10 generations of sims in honor of the royalty of rock and roll, the Beatles.

George: *puts away guitar* So where did we leave off last time?

When last we left the Beatle family, Eleanor was racking in the dough by playing tunes in the park for admiring fans. Sheldon was working his way up the police career ladder on his way to being a super spy by way of digging up dirt on his OWN BOSS. And Lucy and Jude were finding their personas.

George: I am skeptical as to why this is interesting.

Well, there was also a mystery involving the men’s restroom at the gym, and Eleanor’s race against the clock to paint a portrait of Sheldon before age and gravity have a major party on his schmexy face!

George: Ahh. Much more exciting.

Lucy here really is a quite pretty sim. I saw her standing here, doing her Dad proud in terms of giving the slightly quizzical, slightly PO’ed look that is so popular with models (and which Sheldon likes to use on me to make me give him what he wants).

However, I shortly realized that she was NOT model posing.

She was staring at Delbert Jones, whose home she visited last chapter. She wasn’t really fond of him, but the little bugger won’t leave her alone and so he followed her home.

Still, the glare might be a bit cold, Lu. I know you’re evil and all, but is all that really necessary?

Lucy: Yes.

Why?

…

Delvin: I’m trying to see if I can see my BRAIN!!

…

Well, he might make a good henchman one day? I believe extreme dimwittedness is a prerequisite for a good henchman…?

Lucy: Yesss…. perhaps I CAN use him!

Leaving Lucy and Delbert to do something or other that hopefully won’t end with Delbert losing a limb or vital organ, I went to check up on the other members of the Beatle family.

Jude here is quite the chess aficionado. In fact, very shortly into childhood he decided quite firmly that his only goal in life was to be a chess legend.

Jude: And I shall move this cauliflower here.

… Keep at it, Jude. You’ll get there. That “cauliflower” is called a rook, by the way.

Sheldon was compiling more info about his boss, George Dean into a report.

You look a bit annoyed, Sheldon.

Sheldon: I have discovered that George is taking money under the table. He’s selling agency jobs!!

That’s despicable.

Sheldon: I know! He didn’t even OFFER me one.

Maybe because he knew you couldn’t afford it?

EEEK!!! Lucy, you’ve broken his neck!!!

Lucy: No… I just cricked it a little. I can fix it.

I think maybe we should just send him home. You’ve “played” with him enough today as it is.

Lucy: *pouts* Fine. See you soon, Delvin! *maniacal grin*

Delvin: *whimper*

Lucy: I have such PLANS for that boy. If only I can hunt down some nuclear waste and a bagel slicer.

You’re scaring me, Lucy. Really. You’re like 12. How can so much evil be inside ONE 12-year old girl?

Lucy: Evil things come in small packages! Bwahaha.

…That’s not quite how the saying goes. Although, in retrospect, tomagotchi’s* came in small packages…

*Ridiculously annoying/evil “virtual pet” toy from the 90′s. Mine liked to die twice a day. We made a thing of it. >.<

Eleanor’s art corner:

With the pressing deadline of Sheldon’s wrinklification looming closer and closer, Eleanor begins practicing her portrait painting skills.

Eleanor: This one is of Jude!

Yea, it does look a bit like Jude. But perhaps we could go for something with a little more realism?

We must do what we can to encapsulate all that schmexy into a portrait. Because this is just about the last time I get to examine an edible item that Sheldon is holding/standing next to.

Bread and jam– It would appear the jam is grape.

Yep. You were all dying to know, I am sure.

Somewhere along the line, Jude developed a very odd preoccupation with things being clean. He was concerned about the general state of cleanliness in the house. He talked about it whilst playing chess with his sister.

And made her talk about it at breakfast the next morning.

And then it became so heightened, that he ran around cleaning things!

Jude: Geeeeeeeeeeerms! They are everywhere!!! ACK!!

He recycled the papers.

And even cleaned the sink!! Seriously people this was all autonomous. I did not issue a single click instructing him to clean. I respect child labor laws.

Eleanor, however, was not being so autonomously awesome.

Eleanor’s art corner:

Eleanor: I call it fireworks at sunset!

BUT IT’S NOT A PORTRAIT!!! HOW WILL WE COMMEMORATE THE SCHMEXY????

PAINTPAINTPAINTPAINT!

No.

I like it, but NO!

…

…….

……….

2 things:

1. ?!!?!

2. BANNED FOR LIFE!!!!!!

Sheldon: I feel funny.

Me too Sheldon. Like my heart is being ripped from my chest.

Sheldon: No…. it’s more like I’m more in tune with gravity.

Sheldon: And let me tell you, gravity is one major pain in my…

Sheldon:… raging arthritis.

Woe is me. Sheldon, the most beautiful specimen of a maxis-made sim I have run into yet has entered crumblyville.

He celebrated his entrance into the golden years like every good elder should.

A loooooooooooong, deep conversation with the deities of the porcelain throne.

As you can see from the facial expression, Sheldon appears to be in deep, deep constipation concentration.

Despite the fact that I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry from the heavy aesthetic loss of young!Sheldon, life in the Beatle household went on as usual.

Jude obsessed over the general cleanliness of the place.

Lucy decided that to enact her diabolical plans for the world, she would need more funds. So she took up writing as a hobby. And she started out at skill level 3!!! I didn’t realize that one of those toddler skilling books gave WRITING points. Total score!

Her first novel, a fiction piece called Blatant Lies.

…Interesting choice, Lu.

Lucy: I am practicing for the future. You don’t get to the top of the world of evil without being able to lie through your teeth like a PRO.

But do you have to write about it?

Sheldon: I’m too schmexy for my….

AGGHHHGHG!!!! My eyes! Sheldon, you just can’t DO that anymore.

Sheldon: Awww. *hangs head*

Jude: Really, this place is FILTHY. Can’t we hire a maid or something???? The germs are everywhere. They’re choking me!!!!

Sheldon: Well all of this vegetarian food is choking ME! We don’t get a single meat entree in this house.

That’s because you have almost no cooking skill, nor does anyone else in this house. AND I don’t want to put up with Jude sucking face with the toilet 5 hours a day.

Jude: Yea, but I really want to try cheesesteak. I think I’d really like it. It’s my favorite food and all, you know.

A vegetarian who loves cheesesteak? But having a sim who is both good and evil is “conflicting”. Pfffffffff. Hypocrites.

FYI: Jude’s favorites, as I forgot them for the last chapter, are cheesesteak, indie, and sea foam.

Sea foam…. hmm…. methinks a makeover is in order! To the dresser!

I feel that it brings out the nice purple shade of his eyes.

And is far more flattering than THIS ensemble that Sheldon has on…. hey wait a minute. Sheldon, when did we get a treadmill? We don’t need a treadmill when you can just as easily go to the gym.

Sheldon: The… gym….. *shudder* I shall never go THERE again!!!

So, needless to say, I was unduly curious. And conveniently I ran into a sim who has no name and wished for his face not to be seen in this photodocumentary, who happened to be on the scene when the event occurred.

Please note that no-name’s voice has been changed to protect his identity.

No-name: It was awhile back. Back when things were simple and straightforward. I was at the gym, just going about my business in the bathroom. It was…. a particularly…effective business… so I didn’t really want anyone to see my face afterwards, but there were people in the bathroom, so I hid in one of the stalls to wait it out.

Hopefully you had a gas mask.

No-name: I choose to ignore that comment. So, I heard some people come in. Naturally, I got curious. So I peaked over the stall door and I saw Sheldon coming in to change.

No-name: He had finished up changing when we both heard some noises from the guys who came in before him. I had thought they were just changing and stuff, lots of rustling. But Sheldon went over to look.

No-name: He looked so shocked by the sight, I was afraid to see what it was. I dared to turn my head to peek.

No-name: And I saw Don Lothario and Buck Broke!

No! Really?

No-name: Really! And I think…. I think there might have been some *cough* woohoo.

But public woohoo isn’t even a sims 3 feature!

No-name: I know. Apparently their love was so strong they found a way around it.

No-name: I think Sheldon was terrified into hysterics. He went running out of the bathroom at breakneck speed mumbling something about wands.

Ah! I see. Mystery solved! Apparently Sheldon must have seen a little more magic then he was comfortable with.

***This flashback brought to you by Stunt!Sheldon in “Riverview 2″, who doesn’t really look a whole lot like real Sheldon, which is why I was artistically hiding his face to keep up the realistic element of it all.

Sheldon: uuuuuuuuuungh. I don’t ………… urf………. have a problem with them being together. I just didn’t want front row seats to the magic show.

Fair enough, Sheldon, fair enough. Now just run on your treadmill. I won’t make you go back to the gym.

Eleanor’s Art Corner:

Eleanor’s been working on this interpretive piece for a little while now. I think she’s trying to win me over with pop art. Because you know it does look a little bit like a perso…

wait…

a person?!

COULD IT BE????

IMMORTAL SCHMEXY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was so happy with Eleanor, that I let her go down to the park and play her guitar, something I’d been depriving her of while I was mad about Sheldon’s portrait.

She’s actually very good and she gathered quite the little crowd to see her play. In fact she made FOUR new friends just because she is such an awesome guitarist.

I KNEW there was some Beatle deep deep down inside of you, Eleanor!

Even Buck Broke turned out to hear her play.

It’s okay Buck. You can come out whenever you want! We’re all supportive here. Plus if you take the Don off the market, the ladies don’t have to worry about him anymore… Although it might hurt the legal system, what with the fact that lawyers pretty much solely make their money on his harassment cases….

Wait… why DOES he harass so many women?

Buck: I asked him that and he said it’s because he’s like “the Todd*” and appreciates all forms. But he says our love is truly special.

I’m sure it is, Buck.

*from the TV show Scrubs.

Meanwhile, Jude was enjoying ice cream the side of his torso…. this kids going to be a whale pretty soon what will all the food being twice the size of him… when he happened to hear some noise in the background.

Run to the sparklies, Jude!

Oh… and watch your head Lucy! That looks a bit painful.

Lucy: I think I jostled my brain when I rammed it on the underside of the desk. YOU SHALL PAY FOR THIS BRAIN. grrr.

You’re so evil that you’re plotting against your own brain….

…yet you’re wearing a light blue button down and khakis.

Lucy: *ponders* Hmm, yes. This look, while pretty, is not quite befitting my personality. I feel a bit like mother’s blonde clone.

Indeed, you look it too.

So a quick trip to the dresser and mirror and………

Lucy: BwahahahahAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Eeep!

For being evil, though, Lucy is something of an affectionate sister. She always makes time to help Jude with his homework. They’re actually quite good friends.

I get by with a little help from my friends.

Oh yea??? Well I get…. nevermind.

Jude: So Lu, since you’re a teenager now and all, you must be a much more complex person. What would you say is different about you now that you have hormones? Aside from the fact we had to stop mid meal so you could change into your leopard underwear.

Lucy: I hate swimming.

Jude: Whaaa? You’re afraid of water???

Hmm. This will be interesting. I’ve never played with a sim who is hydrophobic before. As far as I can tell it doesn’t really do a whole lot except semi-ban them from swimming…. Hm… It’s always good to have something to hold over my sims heads as punishment….

Although, in Jude’s case, I just like him so much that I give in to his puppy eyes every time. I finally caved and hired a maid.

THIS was the creeper they sent. I would consider him as potential future spouse for Lucy, except Sammy Felix here has a few problems:

1. He’s an adult (probably not even a YA) and she’s a teen. 2. His name is Sammy Felix. 3. He has creepy bug eyes when he looks at ANYTHING.

Seriously Sammy. You just don’t live up to the high standards we have set in this family. Although I do enjoy your purple eyes and red hair.

We really need to pick out our potential spouse!!!! Help!

Help! / I need somebody

Help!/ Not just anybody

Help!/You know I need someone/ Help!

I did however, notice the perfect candidate in Lucy’s relationships panel. A former newsboy gone teen named Vasyl Hannah….

I don’t know how I feel about a whole generation with someone named VASYL, although I suppose there are a lot of jokes there. Plus I did fall quite in love with a Sheldon.**

**For comic genius unquotable here due to potential bannedforlife issues, please see quote regarding the lovemaking of Sheldons, from the movie When Harry Met Sally conveniently located here (Skip to minute 6:18  until  8:17).

Meanwhile, Eleanor was TRULY rockin’ the park to the utmost. However, apparently her genius was just too much for some people.

Because someone up and died in the middle of her concert in the park performance. How dare you put a damper on Eleanor’s show! It was very inconsiderate of you to die at this exact moment.

Ghost: … well I didn’t exactly CHOOSE this time. It was him. *thumbs at grimmie*

*stares down grimmie*

Grimmie: Well really he was due to go on Tuesday,  but I needed a good excuse to come to the park because *I* wanted to see the show too.

You did?

Grimmie: I did. I’ve heard great things about you Eleanor Rigby Beatle. I got a man named McKenzie who keeps tabs on things for me up here.

…Father McKenzie?

Father McKenzie, wiping their death from his hands as he walks from the grave/ No one was saved.

The whole thing really startled Hal Breckinridge here, who passed out on the grass.

But I kind of ignored him in general because I saw…

…this Sheldon-clone mailman!!!

But it would be too weird for Lucy to marry a clone of her father.

*sigh*

Still, it was a nice reminder of good times gone by.

The REAL Sheldon has been living his golden years with grace so far. He didn’t even complain when Lucy slammed a door through his torso.

Sheldon: Woo…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

Or maybe he did…

Jude: Do I really want to do this? I mean Dad lost so much face time when he grew up.

That’s because he got all old. You’re getting one step closer to a LOT more face time.

Jude: Oh… well, when you put it that way!

Jude: Look at the little floating sparklies. It’s so magical.

We’ll see if it’s magical or not very soon. Finish your twirling and let me look at you.

Jude: Whatever, man.

Well he got the teenage attitude, that’s for sure. What happened to my sweet little chess nerd germophobe?

Jude: Eh.

Teenagers. Pfft.

Doesn’t look too bad though. I think he inherited more of Eleanor’s looks, so he won’t end up being  a Sheldon clone.

Speaking of which, Sheldon is doing quite well on his quest to become a super spy. He’s at level 8 now!! Wooo, go Sheldon!

The teens spend their time predominantly on the phone, buttering up their future spouses to be.

Yes, I have selected one for Jude too. Her name is Annie Elmore and she’s a babysitter. (This is an NPC based legacy, remember? They have to marry NPCs.)

Which reminds me, you’ve been waiting to see Lucy’s paperboy, haven’t you?

Well, then it’s rather convenient she just invited him over, isn’t it?

Lucy: So I think you’d make a perfect addition to my master plot to rule the world. It comes with excellent costuming.

Vasyl: I’m not so sure…. you look kind of young.

Frim frabbit! He aged up recently. Now I can’t have her date him. Grrrr. Well…. we’re pretty close to finishing out her teen years. Maybe we can wait him out. If he’s worth the wait, that is.

Let’s see.

Oooh. Nice. I like the green-y gray eye color. Yes, I think he shall be satisfactory.

Vasyl: I feel like a show dog.

More like man-candy, but call it what you will.

Back at the park, grimmie came once again for one of Eleanor’s return engagements.

Move up another appointment grimmster?

Grim: Nope, this one was due to go. The music spoke so deeply to his soul that it well… left his body.

Wow. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.

Grim: Oh, it’s good. And here’s a tip for you sweetheart. Keep up the good work, your music is amazing!

Grim. tipped. Eleanor.

THAT IS SO AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He even hung out for about an hour to listen to her. Thanks, Grim! You’re way more awesome than the bad rap you get!

Sheldon kept on digging up dirt on his boss in order to get enough to finally oust him. But he kept turning up intel on the goings on of George Dean’s… friend ? John Lessen.

However, all that work was giving him quite a few LTH points, which I had been ignoring until this moment. So I took a look and I noticed a reward I had not bought before.

The body sculptor.

Looks quite ominous, doesn’t it?

So Sheldon went to give it a try.

AcK!!!

FAIL FAIL!!!!!! I said more muscular dang frabbit!!!

And then it wouldn’t let me turn him back to normal until he got home from work!!

Jude: So Annie, we just got this new body sculptor machine and it has some pretty hilarious results. Do you want to come over and check it out?

Just be honest about why you want her to come over, Jude. Being straightforward is the best way.

Jude: So basically I want you to be my betrothed. I know it’s kind of an antiquated concept, but that’s how we like to do it in legacies and…..hey….. you look awfully tall….

THE FRIM FRABBING GIRL AGED UP TOO!!!! Seriously people, these sims were teens when we initiated the plan to betroth them. I don’t know why they keep aging up just before coming to visit.

Annie: It’s an escape tactic. I’ve heard about “legacies” and they don’t sound at all pleasant.

Eleanor was quite happy to be in one.

Annie: Well then she must be insane.

She is, thankyouverymuch!

And so shall you be, if Jude becomes heir. I like your golden eyes.

Annie: Why couldn’t I have had boring boring black eyes????? WHY????????????

Jude didn’t mind putting some age-gap appropriate moves on her, despite her issues with legacy living. Annie though was NOT so appropriate. HANDS, please!!!

Jailbait? Heck yea.

He has clearly inherited Sheldon’s hidden dreamy trait.

*Awesome lighting courtesy of the Body Sculptor. Otherwise to be used with EXTREME CAUTION.

Eleanor’s art corner:

“An ode to the food we eat”

You do eat a lot of quick meals…. maybe I’ll make the new spouse a cook?

Eleanor’s art corner:

“I’d like to be under the sea”

I’d like to be/ under the sea/in an octopusses garden/ in the shade/ He’d let us in/knows where we’ve been/in his octopusses garden/in the shade.

Eleanor has a very active imagination.

Eleanor’s Art Corner:

“Hootie”

In memorandum of Hootie the pufferfish, who lived with me when I sublet an apartment between Sophomore and Junior year of college. I recently heard he passed away. He was the best of fish. May he rest in peace.

But even in death, we must remember there is life all about us. And in sims life means………….

BIRTHDAYS! (Well… until there are babies anyways.)

…Yea…. it seems a little fast. I might have let my finger slip and click on the cake a little before the birthday reminder came up…. but the teens weren’t doing anything interesting being that their intendeds were both already frim frabbing grown-ups.

Enter the rainbow light, Lucy!

…Why are you thinking about biohazards in the bathroom, my dear???

Lucy: Because I would like a little privacy for a certain activity, please!!! You have seen my adult look and my makeover, now be OFF with you!

Another hallmark of legacy livin’ is the extreme lack of privacy. Perhaps that’s part of the reason Annie doesn’t want to be a Beatle….?

Well, I suppose I could go to that other birthday that my finger accidentally clicked on……

Jude: Edward Cullen’s* got nothing on ME!

You are indeed very sparkly.

*From Twilight….. but you probably already knew that.

Jude’s really grown out of his awkward phase.

Yes…. I think he shall be quite nice. Not to mention, Sheldon told him where to go to buy his underwear!

And THAT is where we shall finish for today. I have a handy-dandy HEIR POLL!!!!!! (The Heir Poll is now closed.) for you to take. Because how else shall we decide between the girl with kaleidescope eyes* and the boy who carries the world upon his shoulder**.

Next time:

-See who shall become heir!

-The beginnings of generation THREE!!!

-Old biddies being amusing!   (Wait who…?         You’ll have to come back to find out!)

-and MORE Beatles-y goodness!

So don’t forget to vote! And thanks for coming!

*Lucy

**Jude

George: Help me if you can, I’m feeling down.

Why’s that George?

George: Because I only got one picture in this whole chapter.

None of the rest even got a picture at all.

George: I have an idea!

For what?

George: More screen time.

How are you going to do that?

George: I’m going to sing the rest of my song!

I look at you all/ See the love there that’s sleeping/ while my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor/and I see it needs sweeping/ still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know why/nobody told you/how to unfold your love

I don’t know how/someone controlled you/they bought and sold you

I look at the world/and I notice it’s turning/ while my guitar gently weeps

With every mistake/we must surely be learning/ still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know how/you were diverted/ you were perverted too

I don’t know how/you were inverted/no one alerted you

I look from the wings/at the play you are staging/ while my guitar gently weeps

As I’m sitting here/ doing nothing but aging/ still my guitar gently weeps

(The original Harrison version)

As ever, we hope you have enjoyed the show!

<– Chapter 2.1 Chapter 2.3 –>

Chapter 2.1: All Your Life, You Were Only Waiting For this Moment to Arise

First, some brief administrative notes:

1. Now featuring NON-GIANT pictures!!! Wooo!

2. In lieu of the mp3 I had on here originally, I will now be featuring a “soundtrack”. To use the soundtrack, open up this link from YouTube in a separate window. (If you hold control while pressing the link, it should open in a new window all on it’s own! In firefox at least.) Press the play all button in the right hand corner. Then return here to read the chapter while the soundtrack plays along!

Now, on to the show!

Hello and welcome back once again dear readers! For those of you who find yourselves lost, you have arrived at chapter 2.1 of All You Need is Love, a Beatles Legacy for the Sims 3 where we shall quest for 10 generations of sims in honor of the fab foursome: the Beatles. And hopefully make it out on the other side alive and with sanity intact. But only time will tell on that one.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river/ With tangerine trees and marmalade skies/ Somebody calls you, You answer quite slowly/ A girl with kaleidescope eyes/ Cellophane flowers of yellow and green/ Towering over your head/ Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes/ And she’s gone…

Thanks for setting the scene, John but there are no tangerine trees in Riverview… not even any orange trees. And I don’t have the fancy “colorful eyes” hack I was ogling on Modthesims yet…. so what could you possibly mean??

Rather than spend my time pondering the meaning of a Beatles lyric (for some could be ENDLESSLY pondered) I returned once again to the “house” of one Miss Eleanor Rigby Beatle, who, at the end of my last chapter had just been rushed off to the hospital to give birth to the first member of generation two!!!

My prediction was for a boy. Was yours?

Hopefully not, as this pink swaddle and purple cribbing will attest to. Alas my career for the psychic hotline is shot. Nevertheless, we shall welcome the new baby to the family with open arms.

Welcome, Lucy!!!

Now I see what John was getting at. Sometimes I think my sims outwit me at every turn….

Lucy Marmalade Beatle

Virtuoso (It’s the family trait), and Evil.      THAT should be interesting.

Favorites: Waffles, Classical Music, and Spice Brown

New daddy, the former Magician-gone copper, Sheldon, took a moment to greet his daughter and present an offering of her first bottle.

He certainly looks dapper, doesn’t he??

Apparently Eleanor thought so too, because she woke him up from his slumber to do THIS.

Eleanor: Sheldon, darling, will you show me your magic trick again?? I am just SO fascinated by it.

Sheldon: Of course, dear, just give me a moment to get my wand ready.

…

Well… um… Happiness is a warm… wand?

At any rate, I don’t like giving away the secrets of magic tricks, that’s for the masked magician to do. So I shall take you on the grand tour of the Beatle household.

The Beatles enjoy an open air plan that gives them the best opportunity to bond with nature. It’s good for… inspiration… yea. That’ll do. It’s certainly not because they are still DIRT POOR…

The most recent addition to the household is the lovely chess set which Sheldon shall be slave to for next two days, since he doesn’t work on the weekends.

The fridge is also relatively new, as you might recall. Sheldon and Eleanor were been avidly partaking of the juice during Eleanor’s pregnancy. A fact that had me a bit misled. I thought it was a mysterious fattening juice. But upon further investigation, the juice is simply juice.

This is a picture of the juice.

Just in case you were wondering.

Eleanor, family oriented sim that she is, was quite taken with little Lucy. She rolled lots of wants to snuggle and play with her. I thought it was just too cute to ignore. Also it is evidence that some magic truly has been happening in this household. Eleanor, you gave birth LAST NIGHT and today you are THIN AS A RAIL. And you are rubbing it in my face by prancing about in a swimsuit.

Eleanor: Isn’t life graaaaaaaaaaaand? *sigh*

Pfff…. Smug sim. Let’s go see what Sheldon’s doing.

Enjoying a rousing game of chess, it would seem, like a good little sim. Skill, my pretty, skill!! We shall get you that lifetime wish if it kills me!!!

Eleanor also set to work on skilling up on her painting. Why small paintings, you ask? Why, because it is most efficient*. I seek to achieve the speed painter skill so we can get those portraits done. Sheldon isn’t getting any younger you know, and I want to paint him before he becomes a crumblie.

*Efficieny- invented by CatherineSimmers DeCasims.

Unfortunately, Eleanor’s efficient activities were interrupted by a trip to pay tribute to the porcelain gods.

Did you have some bad juice, Eleanor?

Eleanor: You’ll…. blarggggg… pay for this!

That’s what you get for wagging that skinny little tush at me missy. Bwahaha.

She wasn’t interrupted too long though, and was swiftly able to return to her painting…. an interpretive homage to the Japanese flag….?

Eleanor: It’s a kaleidescope eye for Lucy.

Ahh. Well then. Good job, carry on.

She proceeded to paint two more identical to it. I think the compliment went to her head.

And so, for the most part, things were quiet in the lives of the Beatles for a time. Sheldon dutifully worked on his logic and his athletic skill so we might have a chance at achieving his lifetime wish of becoming an International Superspy.

Although, you look a bit frightened Sheldon. Is everything okay??

Sheldon: I… cannot… unsee… what I saw in the mens room.

Hmm. I’m afraid I wasn’t there when you were in there Sheldon, so I don’t know what happened.

Sheldon: Nor would you WANT to.

Alright. It would appear we have a bit of a mystery on our hands?

Despite whatever he may have seen, Sheldon overcame it and rode happily to work with Steve on Monday morning.

Driving the police carpool too now, Steve? I thought between the taxi and the entertainment carpool you’d have your hands full.

Steve: Well, Eleanor’s on a maternity leave from the theater, so things were a bit slow. I decided to pick this up a side job to keep the loneliness at bay.

Aww. Poor Steve. Such a desolate life, driving sims everywhere but never making a single friend.

Eleanor continued exercising her more creative side, branching out into fanart of “Where the Wild Things Are”*.

*A wonderful children’s book by Maurice Sendak. Soon to be a movie!

Whilst she skilled away and Sheldon was off at the library writing up reports on his neighbors, I began construction on some walls for the legacy household.

It’s going to be completed in stages, since they never bring in enough money to really do anything substantial.

I am the walrus, ku ku koo joo.

Eleanor’s paintings are nothing, if not interesting. What’s more is she paints things that I have not seen before despite the fact that I have had quite a few painter sims before. This here appears to be the walrus, straight out of her dreamscape.

Eleanor: I call him the Egg Man.

Whatever suits you, dear.

The Beatles went along busily being boring until finally it was time for Lucy’s birthday! Huzaah! Finally some action in this town. SPIN. THAT. BABY!

Eleanor: What are you CRAZY! We don’t spin BABIES. You whack job. Were on earth would you get an idea like that??? That’s just cruel. And you say I’M insane.

Well… but…. sims 2…. I….. oh bother. *hangs head*

Lucy patiently waited for Eleanor to finish giving me a tongue-lashing before setting herself aloft in a whorl of sparklies. I’d have gotten a better picture, but I don’t have a camera hack yet, so this is what you get.

Let’s hope there are no exploding-face genes hidden in Sheldon’s ancestry.

Loooooooooooovely. I am quite satisfied. Lucy here sports dad’s hair and a mix of mom’s purple eyes and dad’s light gray ones, to create a pretty light purple shade.

You better watch out Sheldon, I think this one might be trouble in the future, what with being pretty AND evil.

Eleanor set to work teaching little Lucy how to talk.

Eleanor: Say drosophila, Lucy. Drosophila melanogaster*.

Lucy: I think all this fresh air has seeped into mom’s brain.

I think that’s a bit too tough to start with, Eleanor… I didn’t know how to say that properly until sometime deep into one of my genetics courses at college.

(*For inquiring minds: Drosophila melanogaster is the scientific name for the fruit fly. And yes, I studied genetics at college.)

Eleanor: Say Jabberwocky*.

Lucy: … *looks poignantly off in the distance*

Yea, Lewis Carroll isn’t any better than genetics, Eleanor.

*From the poem in Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. (I just bought the book for kicks.)

Eleanor: Okay, FINE. How about pan? Can you say PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN?

Lucy: Pan!

Eleanor: Oh!!! Very good! She said her first word!!

Interesting choice, Lucy, but okay.

Eleanor: Plead for corporate revolution in America.

Lucy: Pwead for corprate reloution in merica.

….

Close enough. I’m impressed. Genius evil mastermind in the making? Genius isn’t even one of her traits.

You say you want a revolution, well you know/ We all wanna change the world.

Nothing much new with Sheldon, up to this point, if you were wondering. Besides looking schmexy in his police officer uniform while he played chess.

Eleanor: Oooooooooooooooh. I had some bad juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuice.

Are you sure, Eleanor? Because last time I made a comment about the juice you were…

…going into labor.

Eleanor: hee hee hoo. okay FINE!

Eleanor: Oh hello, Sheldon, darling! Don’t mind me! Did I wake you?

Sheldon: Well you were screaming rather loud….

Eleanor: Sorry dear, I’ll keep it down a bit. The labor pains were just a bit intense.

Sheldon: LABOR PAINS???!!??!  But we don’t have enough money to build walls around our current furniture! How can we afford another baby?!!??! I must freak out for an hour and contort my body into calvin klein poses in the process!!!! Ahhhh!!!

…

Sheldon could be a billboard. Truly.

So while her parents rushed off to the hospital, Lucy sat skilling on the lawn.

Lucy: Play my xylophone!

She truly relished in the fact she could play it in the dead of night without waking anyone up. Up to this point, she’d be a terror with it, waking her parents up left and right. That’s virtuoso’s for you. They just don’t want to play with the blocks box.

A truly terrifying skeleton faced babysitter showed up to watch her while Sheldon and Eleanor were at the hospital.

I was so terrified by her that I forgot to put the walls back up before I took this shot.

She was too frightening for a closeup. Truly.

(The following three photos were mysteriously left out of my folder in my new and improved photo uploading plan, so they came out of my word file, which is why they are of the non-GIANT size.)

But soon enough, Eleanor and Sheldon were back. Eleanor, in her new efficiency style, plopped the baby in the crib I placed just next to the easel and out of this frame for the sake of suspense and settled in to teach Lucy how to walk.

Which took through the rest of the night.

It really makes you proud to see a sim work so diligently, especially right after giving birth.

Dragging out the suspense a bit too long am I?

Perchance you would be annoyed of this shot of Sheldon enjoying his juice….

Oh what’s that in the corner there? Could it be….

… a blue swaddle??? Why, yes indeed, it is!!!

Welcome to the family, Jude Julian Beatle.

Virtuoso, Loner

Favorites: I forgot to write them down…. but I will check for you next time. Or at least before the heir poll. (Assuming I have one.)

Sheldon continued working his way up the police career ladder and was nearing the time when he got to select which branch he would join. Despite that I might have liked him to follow in my love of genetics footsteps and pursue forensics, he is, as you know, determined to be a superspy.

Sheldon: I like my cloaks invisible, not blurred.

We got rid of your invisible cloak a long time ago, Sheldon.

Sheldon: That’s what YOU think.

Oh dear.

Sheldon went over that night to thank his boss, George Dean here, for the promotion he got earlier that day.

Sheldon: Thanks so much boss, I really appreciate the 20 simolean raise. Now maybe I can afford to feed my family TWICE a day instead of once.

George: Think nothing of it.

And I thought that it was to be left at that.

However, it seemed that Sheldon had ulterior motives in visiting his boss. He went to root around in the trash can for some signs of intel that would be useful in his report on one George Dean

And much to my delight, he found a VR headset!!! Why on EARTH would anyone just throw one of those away???? Total score, Sheldon.

And in Eleanor’s Art Corner for today we have….

…

Um… what IS that, Eleanor?

Eleanor: Even *I* don’t know.

Okay then.

Sheldon spent some time at the library, working on his report on his boss in his quest to usurp his position. How’s it coming along there Sheldon?

Sheldon: I was just getting to the bit about how he DOESN’T BELIEVE IN MAGIC.

That is truly a crime, to be sure. Carry on.

Lucy worked on mastering her xylophone skillz on the lawn with Wugglesschnugglesworth the bear looking over her.

Wugglesschnugglesworth: I have to babysit her out here because she wakes everyone up when she starts banging out Beethoven on that thing.

That would be rather annoying.

BREAKING NEWS!!!!!!!!

THE BEATLES HAVE FINALLY COMPLETED ALL FOUR WALLS OF THEIR HOUSE AND HAVE EVEN OUTFITTED IT WITH SIDING!

I think it gives it a sort of English hillside feel, don’t you think? Maybe a bit like a Liverpool pub, what with the door and lack of windows? No…?

Eleanor’s Art Corner:

Eleanor: Today we represent the dark red road of life upon which my young son must travel to seek his fortune in this messed up legacy world.

Whoa…. that’s a little dark, isn’t it Eleanor? Jude’s still just a baby.

Eleanor: Not for long.

Funny you should mention that. There IS a  birthday cake sitting in the corner just next to his crib… Throw on your party clothes and let’s see some sparklies!

Eleanor: *sigh* They just grow up SO fast!

I said SPARKLIES, DANG FRABBIT.

Eleanor: Fine, I will play with Lucy while she still has her youthful adoration for me. *walks away*

Way to walk out on your son while he is GROWING UP, Eleanor. I thought you were supposed to be family oriented. This early onset empty nest syndrome will NOT do.

Sheldon, for his part, can’t be accused of neglect. He was finishing up another report at the library.

However, when I told him it was his son’s birthday, he promptly rushed home.

…to eat cake. *headdesk* Does NO ONE but me care about poor Jude??? Really, he truly is neglected like his namesake.

In fact they really ignored Jude on the whole for the most part, plonking him in his crib and going to sleep.

WAKE UP YOU LAZY PUNK SIMS. I CAN SEE JUDE IN THE CRIB IN THE CORNER OF THIS SHOT AND  I WANT TO SEE HIS FACE TO SEE HOW HE TURNED OUT!!

Sheldon, Eleanor, and Lucy: ZzzzZZZzzzzZZZZ

The next morning, during my normal hour of Sheldon-admiration, I cornered him by the crib.

Sheldon: You want me to pick him up?

Yes. I do.

Sheldon: Even when I can stand here like this and give a sultry gaze off into the distance?

…Yes.

Sheldon: Are you sure?

…Yes?

Sheldon: ka-chow! *wink*

*swoon*

…

……. *picks self up off of floor*

…hrmm…. umm… where was I?

Ah right. I was checking out how Jude turned out. Pretty good if I do say so myself. Again with the super light purple eyes and blonde hair.

It’s a good lookin’ generation, what can I say? Sheldon you do good work.

Sheldon: Perhaps you could say I have worked my magic on this generation?

It’s a bit pun-ish. But I’ve seen worse.

Sheldon: You’ve written worse.

Shhh. I was hoping no one had noticed.

Little Jude was a bit faster at picking up vocabulary than Lucy, despite the fact that Sheldon, who does not have the family oriented trait was teaching him.

Sheldon: Fork. Knife.

Jude: Cutlery.

o.O

Sheldon: We don’t have very much money right now which is why I can’t afford to buy clothes.

Yep. That’s the reason.

Sheldon: Can you say MONEY?

Jude: Money, money, money, money! MO-NEY!

That’s not a Beatles song…

Sheldon:…. Kid’s going to give me a poverty complex!

Eleanor’s Art Corner:

“Our Home, Mario Mushroom Hut Style”

I like what you’ve done with the garden there, Eleanor.

Eleanor: Why thank you. I hope one day to be able to afford some flowers around this dreary place.

First thing’s first, Eleanor. We’re saving up for windows right now.

Perhaps if Sheldon spent more time skilling instead of playing with his VR Headset then we’d be further along.

Behold my photography skills in AWE.

Oh, right. It’s Lucy’s birthday again. Woo.

Eleanor: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I am so AMPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *spins noisemaker*

You can’t even muster the energy to watch Jude grow up, but you’ll make all this racket for Lucy?

Eleanor: Musicians, and insane sims, need not make sense in their actions. I am both.

Your logic is… quite sensible actually.

Behold the sparklies!

And after a brief makeover to incorporate some more of that spice brown she apparently loves, I give you:

Lucy Marmalade Beatle, who has just added Couch Potato to her repertoire of entrancing traits.

An evil, virtuoso, couch potato… ooooooooookay.

Lucy: I shall watch TV dramas and critique them with the fervor and energy of ten Simon Cowells*!

*The American Idol judge whose name I might have spelled wrong.

Unfortunately, my darling couch potato, we don’t own a TV. So you shall have to entertain yourself with chess. On the bright side, it shall help you later on down the road if you decide to become an evil mastermind.

Lucy: Hmm. *ponders* How will these small plastic pieces help me to take over the world?

Sheldon spent some more time teaching Jude how to walk. He’s taken quite a bit more interest in his son’s upbringing than he did in his daughter’s.

Sheldon: You accused me of neglect and now I am proving you wrong.

If only I had known that was all it took to get you to interact with your kids!

He still found time to rummage about in the neighbors trash for work.

Sheldon: Uggggggh…. there’s a banana peel on top of this… VR HEADSET!

VR HEADSETS, FTW!!!

Eleanor’s Art Corner:

Eleanor continues exploring her work in the mario mushroom style.

And don’t think I didn’t notice that that’s a medium sized painting, Eleanor. That is NOT efficient.

Eleanor: But I am not a DeCasim.

Touché.

Random sims 3 ponderance:

Why is it that the paperboys and girls are allowed to skip school to deliver the papers? Lucy was already at school when this young man arrived with our paper. Delinquents!!! Delinquents all!!!

I neglected to mention that sometime earlier in this chapter, Sheldon was awarded his own fancy police car, so now he gets to cruise about in style.

Lucy was invited over to….. this kid’s…. house after school and she dutifully did her homework with him, but I’ve an inkling she doesn’t really like him much.

Possibly because he up and walked out on her right in the middle of word problem number three.

NOW how will we figure out if Judy is taller than Jill who is taller than Robert but shorter than Pedro and Hong, assuming Pedro is taller than Hong but shorter than Jill?

My head hurts.

Eleanor meanwhile celebrated her transition into adulthood alone, in the dark, on the street on the way home.

Eleanor: WOOO HOOOO. It’s my birthday. It’s my birthday. Unh. Unh. *dances*

It didn’t appear to bother her.

A couple of lines about the mouth, but all together not much the worse for wear, I think.

Sheldon was finally promoted into the special agent track at work. Apparently his first day’s work is undercover as an extra on Scrubs. He doesn’t look entirely thrilled about it.

Expecting something more exciting there were you, Sheldon?

Sheldon: At least they could have let me go under cover on a show that DIDN’T just lose it’s main character and is about to enter a bizarre medical school plot arc that will probably kill the beloved memory of the show.

….what??? I’m not bitter about JD leaving…

Sheldon, you fiend, you distracted me again from Jude’s birthday!!

Enter the sparklies!

Jude: ALLLLLLLLLLLLL this for ME?!???! WOW!!!!

Cake the size of your head, you’d be excited too.

Jude Julian Beatle: Virtuoso, Loner, Vegetarian

Dang FRABBIT Jude, why did you have to go and roll vegetarian. Now I have to be extra careful you don’t eat any meat or you’ll be making close acquaintance of the porcelain throne.

Jude: It looks a bit like cauliflower. Mmmmmm.

Don’t eat them, Jude. Sheez, thwarting the porcelain deities at every turn with this kid. I can just FEEL it.

So with Jude and Lucy skilling away, and Sheldon climbing up the police ladder via my favorite sitcom, Eleanor was once again free to work on her music. And so she did.

And that, dear readers, is where I shall leave you for tonight.

Next time:

-Teenagers: Genes (and hormones) exploding!

-Portraits (because if I don’t get one of Sheldon before he turns all wrinklified, I will be VERY cross!)

-The answer to the mystery that I baited you with in one slide at the gym and then never mentioned again for the whole of the chapter. You didn’t think I FORGOT, did you?

-Evading the wrath of the toilet gods.

Thanks again for coming!

Ringo: Wot did joo think of this chaptah, John?

John: I thought it wos bettah than Chalcedony’s attempt at a cockney accent.

Ringo: Oi, I think you’re roight.

Ringo and John: Wotevah the case may be, we ‘ope you ‘ave enjoyed the show!

Until next time, remember: Love is all you need. <3

Chapter 1: All the Lonely People

Chapter 2.2: Help! I Need Somebody

Chapter 1: All the Lonely People

NEW!! All You Need is Love now features a handy soundtrack that you can run while you are reading the chapter! In order to run the sound track please open a new window and follow this link to youtube to find the chapter 1 play list. Click “play all” in the righthand corner. The soundtrack will begin running and you may then return to this page. I hope you enjoy!

Hello and welcome, brave readers. Lone sim standing by the mailbox on a very large and very empty lot?? It can only mean ONE thing! Why yes, it’s a legacy.

This… enthusiastic (?) young lady is one Miss Eleanor Rigby Beatle, our fine legacy founder. You may have already guessed from this legacy’s title that it is in fact, a Beatles legacy!! Now what all does that mean exactly? Well, for now it means our heirs will be christened within a Beatles naming theme. And perchance some song lyrics will come into play in our story at one point. In the future…. It may mean more as well.

Ahhh look at all the lonely people/ Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been/Lives in a dream/ Waits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door.

Jar by the door, huh? Based on that description in combination that she is rummaging autonomously through the trash on her own lot, Miss Beatle here must be insane.

Eleanor: I may well be insane, but all the best musicians are!

Touché, Eleanor, touché. Indeed, and legacy writers and founder must be insane as well, what with all the babies and endless craziness.

Eleanor: Did you say… legacy?

I did. What’s it to you? Do you have a problem with being a slave to popping out children and fulfilling the specific goals of Aaroc’s legacy rules to earn me as many points as possible?

Eleanor: Blah, blah, blah, miss talky voice from the sky. *I* am not afraid of any legacy. Bring on the babies and the hysterical antics!!!  I’m ready!

Clearly insane. And family-oriented as well, so it would seem. For the sake of simplicity, here are the rest of Eleanor’s stats, so you don’t have to put up with my “creative” integration tactics.

Eleanor Rigby Beatle

Artistic, Family Oriented, Hopelesss Romantic, Insane, Virtuoso

LTW: Be a Hit Movie Composer

Favorites: Autumn Salad, Blue, Custom music

It should be noted, that being this is a Beatles legacy, the family trait shall be Virtuoso, because the Beatles were all clearly extremely talented virtuoso musicians.

So I set up Eleanor’s fancy digs to include her new signature guitar (how else is she going to whip along the music career track??? Guitars don’t just fall from the sky, you know. And there’s really no other decent way to accrue music skill points!), an easel so we can start working on those portrait points, and the only thing Eleanor doesn’t have access to in town: a bed.

Alrighty, Eleanor, let’s head downtown and get you that music job you wanted. While we’re at it, we’ll scope out a potential man-slave husband for you.

Eleanor: Now you just wait a minute there missy. I have some very specific rules here. First and foremost, this is NOT and uglacy. So nix the fish-faces. Second, I have a bit of a dominatrix thing… I’m looking for a service sim.

Can we broaden that to just a general concept of NPC, please? Just to give you more options?

Eleanor: Fine.

So Eleanor threw on her formalwear and hailed a taxi to take her downtown to seek her future in this fine little town of Riverview.

We interrupt this legacy broadcast for an important message.

I’d like to take a moment to speak of the unsung hero of this generation of the legacy. Meet one Steve Rosario. Steve here is the town taxi driver. He is better at his job that any other cab driver in any universe ANYWHERE. He appears on your lot within seconds of your request and willingly takes you wherever you need to go with speed and a smile. He also has the amazing talent of being able to be in TWO taxis (or more) at once, to take separate sims to different locations simultaneously. So here’s to you, Steve Rosario. If I were able to figure out how to talk to you or interact with you in some way, I would certainly make you a candidate for spouse.

Steve dropped Eleanor off at the theater, where, all nerves about her job interview, her feet slipped out from under her on her way in the door. No, literally. Where did they go??? Does the theater use some sort of carpet patterned quicksand flooring? YOU STEAL MY SIM AND YOU ARE IN DEEP TROUBLE YOU…. THEATER PEOPLE… YOU!!! grrr.

However, within moments of entering, Eleanor was safely back again, newly employed with feet and ankles intact. Phew.

So I sent her off to the juice bar to scope out some potential husband material, unfortunately, the only person there was the purple-hatted Miss Spenster.

Miss Spenster: I have a marvelous recipe for prune cobbler that you would just LOVE, dearie. My sister and I can show you how to make it, if you’d just come over and visit us. We have SO few visitors…

Eleanor: *yawn*

You are cold, Eleanor, truly. A poor old woman who is just looking for a friend and you yawn in her face. COLD.

While Eleanor slighted her new acquaintance, I began scanning around the neighborhood in hopes of finding an NPC when I alighted upon…. a magician?!?!

RUN AND GET HIM ELEANOR! FAST, WE MUST HAVE HIM AS OUR SPOUSE.

I was a bit overexcited at the prospect of truly adding that magical essence characteristic of Beatles music to our legacy right at the beginning.

Not to mention our magician here, one Sheldon Murillo, was rather easy on the eyes. Especially compared to the balding guy with the bad highlights in the background here, whose name presently evades me.

Eleanor promptly went and introduced herself.

Eleanor: Hello, I’m Eleanor Beatle. I love that beautiful tattoo on your face.

Sheldon: Why, thank you. I like to think of it as a work of art. I’m Sheldon, by the way.

They got on like gangbusters, making fun of Baldy McGreenshirt together.

Eleanor: He looks like he pasted a racoon tail on his chin. Why is his beard so stripey???

Sheldon: Tee hee hee.

Baldy McGreenshirt: *to unknown caller* And then be sure that you add three parts of the dye to the adhesion base to make sure you get the right mixture to achieve the “Daniel Boon” hair coloring for beards…

They were clearly a match made in heaven, as I instantly realized when Sheldon gladly made faces at Eleanor for half an hour. Spouse 1, here we come!

Eleanor: I concur!

Sheldon had a pressing appointment in Sunset Valley to perform at a kid’s party for a Mortimer Goth, esq and thus had to leave. Eleanor was not phased, however, as she began preparations for her career in music by whipping out her beloved tulip guitar for some practice in the park.

She even managed to garner a few fans on her first day playing! A true virtuoso to be sure.

After a long and fulfilling day, Eleanor went home, changed into her… er… tracksuit… and went to bed, excited at the prospects tomorrow would bring.

First thing in the morning she zipped over to the gym for some quality time in the showers….

Eleanor: GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!

I mean… I was wandering around the neighborhood not following Eleanor whilst she did her personal regimen at all, when I came across Don Lothario, notorious womanizer buffing his guns in the gym.

How much weight you got on there, Don?

Don: Unnnnngh. Five ugggggggggggggh pounds.

Well… um… okay… that’s very…. impressive. *coughpansycough*

When again I went looking for Eleanor, I found…. wait, Eleanor, don’t go in there!!! This is the beginning of a legacy! We can’t afford eating any meals out!!!!

But I was too late. The doors were already open and Eleanor had disappeared into the greasy burger-joint abyss. Probably talking up Guy Fieri in there. This looks like just his kind of Dive*.

*Guy Fieri is the host of a Food Network show called Diner, Drive-Ins, and Dives. He’s an interesting character.

Sucked in by the mysterious and maddening color of guys hair (is it white? is it blonde? I DON’T KNOW!! Dang frabbit!) Eleanor realized she needed to get to work. Fortunately she always carries her fan outfit with her, which she hastily threw on and sprinted to work.

While Eleanor was working, I scoped out some of the other potential spouses in the neighborhood for good measure. At least those that walked into the park in front of the theater, anyway. This here is Officer James Reed. A good option, had I not already found Sheldon. I shall definitely keep cops in mind for the future as I like the idea of hidden traits. (Of which, magicians I have recently learned, unfortunately have none.)

Shortly after Officer Reed left THIS character appeared on the same bench! Laughing in the face of danger, are you Sammy Jeckars? With a name like Sammy Jeckars, I would anticipate no less. It does sound quite like the name of a deranged lunatic criminal, wouldn’t you say? Or the family dog….

Eleanor finished her first day of working with flying colors. I expect a promotion tomorrow. So she whipped out her phone to call up Sheldon and invite him out to celebrate.

I think Steve was a little jealous. He just sat in the carpool on the street, waiting, and honking the horn.

Why do you drive both the taxi and the carpool, Steve? Doesn’t that sort of defeat the purpose of having a taxi if you also offer the goods for free in a carpool?

Steve: The taxi is free too.

Good point.

Sheldon arrived to meet Eleanor at Little Corsican Bistro and I realized I had truly underestimated his magical prowess, for he came wearing a cloak of invisibility!!!! Did you steal that off of Harry Potter, Sheldon? More importantly, are you clothed under there?

Sheldon: I am wearing a blue suit, if you must know.

Eleanor: Oh, I LOVE blue!

We shortly realized that the bistro closes at 11pm and being that it was 11:15, Sheldon and Eleanor relocated their magical evening to the diner.

Seriously, the invisibility cloak thing is freaking me out Sheldon.

Sheldon: It eases the stress of choosing what outfit to wear and the agony of people’s opinions of my fashion choices. Similar to a school uniform.

Um…. oookay….well at least Eleanor is looking sharp. Quite dressed up for the diner, really.

They enjoyed the artery clogging goodness of the bistro and went outside to chat in the ambiance of the neon glow of the diner signs.

Sheldon: I really am rather groggy. It takes quite a fair bit of magic to find this invisibility cloak in the morning to wear it, so I am quite worn out today.

Eleanor: Alright, Sheldon, then I will see you tomor….. oh!! That doesn’t quite feel like you’re wearing a suit under there…

Sheldon: I think I should go now!

Bright and early the next morning, Eleanor had finally recovered from the night’s shock. She called up Sheldon again, feeling their relationship was truly something special that needed cultivating.

Eleanor: Plus he’s an NPC who’s not fugly out the wazoo.

…Eleanor Beatle, folks. Hidden trait: Shallow.

Fun fact about NPC’s. They appear on your lot SECONDS after you call them. No more waiting hours for player characters who take forever to arrive, oh no. NPC Sims are prompt and on time, running to your lot with enthusiasm. Probably excited about the fact that they get some face time and the potential for a REAL home instead of the mysterious rabbit hole they all live in.

Sheldon: It’s crowded in there. My wand always get jammed in my…..

NPC Sims!!!! Order yours today!

Eleanor: So there’s this crazy disembodied voice who directs all my actions and helps me fulfill my lifetime wishes. Like a maestro.

Sheldon: Hmmm, yes, I see, I have heard of these people. I think they’re called authors. And if they’re sadistic and cruel they’re called Uglacy authors*.

He believes you about the voices, Eleanor, seal the deal!!! SEAL THE DEAL!!!

*Sorry Candi020765. (But your uglacy is wonderful!)

Eleanor: So, Sheldon, since we’ve garnered quite a few of these nifty little friendly floating plus signs together… would you…. like to move in with me??

The new furniture on the lawn does not lie!!! Welcome to the family Sheldon Murillo. Stats:

Sheldon Murillo

Good Sense of Humor, Charismatic, Schmoozer (One downside of NPCs is that you often get gipped on a trait or two. I may remedy this later with some handy-dandy happiness points…. Maybe.)

LTW: Be an International Super Spy   (That explains the penchant for suits….)

Favorites: Cobbler, Violet, and Classical music

Are you sure you aren’t gay, Sheldon?

Sheldon: Of course not, look at my fabulous ensemble.

Ah yes, that reminds me. TO THE DRESSER!!

Lovely though your invisibility cape was, I think this suit is more befitting a super spy. Plus it reminds me of your magical origins.

Sheldon: How can I make a flower mystically appear from THIS though?

….Like any other magician would…?

Sheldon: Oh. Right.

Eleanor, meanwhile, sets to work enjoying the double bed.

Eleanor, dear, you know that you aren’t married to Sheldon yet right? Nor have you had a single romantic interaction? You’re just friends right now.

Eleanor: Well, this is a legacy. I was just anticipating what I thought came next.

I must give it to her. Eleanor is smarter than I anticipated. It is true Eleanor, in most cases you would hop right into bed as soon as someone new moved in. However, in this case, that is not so. But I appreciate the effort.

Sheldon rushed downtown to take up a job in the police field. After successfully completing that task, he stood outside contemplating what else could be done to get ahead.

Practice your logic skill maybe?

Sheldon: No, I think I’ll call up my boss to chat.

Okay… well… that works too. And I was about to say that my sims were smarter than I had originally thought, when I noticed Sheldon picking his nose while he talked on the phone.

*sigh* Well, at least I got to think he was bright for a moment, right?

After finishing up his phone call with his boss, George Dean, I whisked Sheldon off to the gym for a bit of a makeover.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm. I knew there was a reason I picked him. Isn’t he dreamy???

Plus, I gave him back his nifty magician’s tattoo.

Sheldon: Yes, covering it up with makeup every morning was just too much of a hassle. However, I like the white interior. It gives it more depth.

Thanks…. I think. I’m not sure compliments on aesthetics coming from you are really compliments… your favorite color is violet and you wore a “blue suit” under your invisible coat.

Sheldon: Well it was a suit. And the first part started with a B.

Yea. Birthday. Pfft.

After getting his fancy makeover, Sheldon went to wait outside of the theater for Eleanor to get off of work.

Sheldon: Eleanor, surely YOU like my new makeover?

Eleanor: Of course, Sheldon. I’ve always found you handsome, whatever you are wearing.

Well, DUH, she’s insane.

Insane or not, she maneuvered her way into a relationship.

Sealed the deal with a brief makeout session.

And skipped straight on to a marriage proposal. *sniff* I am SO proud. She is a legacy sim through and through!!!

Needless to say, he said yes.

And they were swiftly married at dusk in the park in front of the theater in a quiet private ceremony.

Sheldon: My supersleuth skills tell me what happens next.

Well, yes, Sheldon, pretty much EVERYONE knows what happens next.

Eleanor: Sheldon is going to show me some tricks with his magic wand???

….

……..

………..

No comment.

With her satisfied husband sleeping away in bed, Eleanor went off in the early morning for a… jog?

Eleanor: No, I’m going to the park to play guitar.

Oh. Your workout clothes had my hopes up.

Eleanor: Sorry.

Sheldon later woke up and enjoyed an apple for breakfast.

Yes.

Let’s all enjoy the apple, now.

Seriously, people, this is an absolutely necessary photo. You HAD to know about the apple.

Eleanor returned later to analyze a puzzling green spot on the lawn.

Eleanor: blaaaaaaargg

After work, Sheldon went to the gazebo with the intent of practicing his chess skill. But then he noticed THIS dashing fellow sitting nearby.

Sheldon: What??? Where??

Behind you.

Sheldon: You sir, are a good looking gentleman.

Sheldon’s Replacement: Why thank you.

Sheldon: And you’re a magician?

Sheldon’s Replacement: Yes, they hired me as an exact lookalike for the fellow who used to have my job. Apparently he up and left to get married and join the police force. He was a top notch magician though, what with his cloak of invisibility and all. These are some big shoes to fill.

You know what they say about men with big shoes….

WHAT?! Big hands, people. BIG HANDS.

Sheldon enjoyed a game of chess with his new buddy, sharing some of the tips of the magical world with him.

Nearby, Don Lothario spent HOURS dancing with this young man, Buck Broke.

I thought you were a womanizer, Don. This is SO telling.

Although not quite as telling as this. Watch those hands, Don!

That night, Eleanor jumped out of bed to inexplicably change into this mysterious and fashion challenged ensemble. You ARE an odd one, Eleanor.

But she was asleep again when Sheldon got up the next morning.

Or WAS she?? I see those cracked peepers, missy.

Clearly she was contemplating why he liked to wear gray underwear instead of white.

Yes.

A most perplexing question. Let us ponder this awhile.

The next few days were relatively uneventful.

Eleanor discovered she could put her talents to good use by entertaining people in the park with her mad guitar skillZ.

And she reaped the benefits from it.

With her guitar earnings, we built this lovely little hut to conceal the shower and toilet. And buy a fridge.

Eleanor practices her pompous jerkface swagger on her way to the fridge for some juice.

Of which apparently she’s been enjoying quite a bit of… that’s some tummy you’ve got on there, Ele…. oooooooh. I see your thought bubble.

Eleanor: I was wondering when you would catch on.

Perhaps I was just pretending to be ignorant.

Eleanor: Like you pretend you aren’t interested in Sheldon’s wand?

Yes. Exactly like that.

Sheldon enjoyed some light reading from a silver book, taking in the beautiful ambiance of the park.

Is it a book of magic, Sheldon?

Sheldon: More like a book of HORRORS! Who knew so much could go WRONG!

Eleanor: I feel a bit strange.

Is something wrong, Eleanor?

Eleanor: Ugh…. Mind… numbing… PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!!!

Oh! To the hospital, with you!!!

Sheldon, stop being so ambitious, that’s not even one of your traits. Get off the phone with your boss and go to the hospital. Your wife is in labor!!!

I’ve got to give him credit, he did run. However, it might have been because of the Grisby’s who were standing out front.

Definitely not someone I’d really want to chat with long. Who nose knows what kind of awful things might just slip out???

But that would be a really Dumbo move, right?

(Pardon the bad puns, please. I couldn’t resist.)

And so dear readers, I shall leave you in suspense, with THIS photo. Is it a boy? Is it a girl?? Only time will tell. I’m placing my bets on a boy, but as no apples were ingested, it is simply a guess.

Next time:

BABIES behaving begrudgingly boringly

The trials and tribulations of training toddlers

Find out if I have a future working at the psychic hot line

We’re Sargeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band/ We hope you have enjoyed the show/ Sargeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band/ We’re sorry but it’s time to go/

Sargeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band/ We’d like to thank you once again/ Sargeant Pepper’s one and only Lonely Hearts Club Band/ It’s getting very near the end

Thank you for coming!

**Please notice that my life to sim creation abilities are little to none, so the members of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band are not really intended to look much like the Beatles at all.

Chapter 2.1: All Your Life, You Were Only Waiting for this Moment to Arise