Hiatus Is Over!!

**Blows the dust off** Anybody still here?  No? Eh, no matter.

After a hiatus, so I could finish another one of my stories, I'm ready to focus on the Hoggles again. When we left off, Pickle and Oscar had grown up and moved out, Jordan got old, Bubbie refused to die, and the triplets were driving me crazy with an endless parade of pee fails. I wanted to kill each of them at one time or another, but I didn't and they have made it to young adulthood!

I threw caution to the wind and let them have a party.  It went, miraculously, off without a crash.

Hulkie grew up to be a childish, family-oriented virtuoso, who hates the outdoors and is really cheap. He got to roll for his trait and got "frugal".  His LTW is to be CEO of a Mega-Corporation.

Yoda is a genius loner, who loves music, mooching off of other sims, and gets very excited about things. She also got to roll for her trait. Her LTW is Pervasive Private Eye.

Alright you two, I love you but out you go.

"Wait a minute, we're roommates??"

"Oh come on!! I've had to share a room my whole life. I want my own place."

Quit complaining. I moved you into a huge 4 bedroom home. You're now at the mercy of story progression anyway, so we'll see how long either of you stay there.

Back to the shit house and our new heir.

Mt. Dew is a disciplined, shy daredevil, who sleeps like a log and, in spite of his shyness, will dazzle everyone with his charisma (rolled). His LTW is to be an International Super Spy.

Uh, Dewy? What is that under your chin?

"What?"

It's there in live mode, too. It was not there when he was a child or a teen. It's like the tongue derp thing that sims get when they have an underbite, but no amount of messing around in CAS got rid of it.

"Maybe it's a birthmark and you never noticed?"

I think we'll go with that.

"Look! I broke the tub, I'm thinking about passing out, and I'm getting old!"

"HaHAAAAAAAAAA!!! You got bald AND fat!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!"

"I cannot believe I'm in the same life stage as my mother."

She's 107 and counting.

Biggie's last act as TH was to get a job in the music business, if for no other reason than to get his ass out of the house.

"This is Bubbie, Travis, did you mean to call Pinky? ............................................ you've got to be kidding."

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Why would he ask me to meet him here two hours before the bar opens??"

I can't imagine.

*Where the fuck are you, Travis? The bar is CLOSED!!*  "I swear to god, if this is this fucker's idea of a joke..."

"I'll kill him."

"Um, excuse me, but I'm torchholder and, um, I thought that meant that I would get some camera time."

Sorry, Dewy. Trent asked your grandmother out on a date and I had to document that shit.

"Oh. Really? Did he think she was Aunt Pinky?"

What he was thinking is a mystery that will likely go unsolved.

Alright, so our torchholder got his police job, and I did promise him  a hot boyfriend, so I dug into my library for someone hot, and whom I'm not completely sick of.

Meet Seven Maroon, a sim from another game file.

"Why do I have no romantic options?"

I don't want you getting married before I can get Dewy over to your house.

He's absent-minded. A fine trait for an ISBI.

"Hi, I'm, uh, I'm Mountain Dew. But everyone calls me Dewy."

"Hi, Dewy! I'm Seven."

" .................................................................... "

Okay, let's leave Dewy and Seven to their awkward silence and check in on the relatives.

Yoda went through a couple of duds before settling on Jamaal the Ghost.

Hmmmmm.

You dead, yet, Pinky?

"Fuck off."

So, Dewy and Seven are having a gossip, and apparently no one in this game is going to stay married, ever.

Also, Dewy? You're kind of a little bitch.

This little cutie is Amelia, Sunny's granddaughter via Jacqueline.

Dewy gets his shit together and moves Seven into the household. He gets a job in the criminal career to give him a shot at his LTW of Emperor of Evil.

"YES MA'AM! I'M YOUR SON'S NEW LIVE-IN BOYFRIEND, MA'AM!!"

"Uhhhhhhh."

"Sorry, my dad was in the military and me and my siblings all do the saluting thing for no particular reason."

"That's okay, sweetie, you'll fit right in here. I do need to give you a head's up though, you may want to look behind you."

"Really? Why? What's there?"

"BAAHSDOIHOSNSDSDOIDAAA!!!!!!"

"AAAHHHH!! What the hell??"

"Heh-heh. Welcome to the family, motherfucker!!"

"Who the hell even are you, bitch??"

And the radical difference between Seven and Jordan quickly becomes apparent.

"WHO THE HELL AM I? I'M THE BITCH WHO RUNS THIS HOUSE YOU SHITHEAD!!"

Unfortunately for Seven, he's no match for Bubbie.

"She doesn't know who she's dealing with. I will have my revenge!!"

"Jesus, he's completely pathetic!"

"*SOB* My bitch of an Aunt is dead!!"

Bubbie officially outlives her much younger sister. Damn woman.

*whistles nonchalantly*

Now Sky has company!  I had to do it, I really do love Pinky.

Dewy!! What are you doing?

There is some shit going on outside! I had to come check it out.

One of the paparazzi croaked just outside the building.  Uh, Grim? You okay?

"What is this? Quicksand??"

Grim did eventually get himself together, and I sent Dewy back to work.

Awwww. As I suspected, they woohoo all.the.time.

"What the fuck? My shift isn't over yet."

"I'm sparkling now? Am I being kidnapped by aliens? What is this?"

"Oh...................... well fuck me then."

About. Fucking. Time. She is 112 years old. One Hundred and Twelve!!

"Bubble Yum!! I've been waiting for you forever! I'm a huge admirer of your work."

"Yeah, thanks. I'm ready to go, I guess. Might as well get out before the grandson starts in with the screaming, stinking spawn."

Oh Bubbie, you're in for a world of disappointment.

"I am SO happy! What a beautiful day! I feel like I'm on cloud nine! Nothing can spoil this day!"

"Oh dear."

 You're right there! You are literally standing right in front of the toilet! What the hell, Jordan??

"It's not my fault!!"

"*sniff sniff* This bathroom smells disgusting."

Welcome to the Hoggle Home, Seven.

"Ew, it's still running down my leg!"

Behind you, Dewy.

"Oh crap, is it Grandma?"

No, she's dead.

"For real??"

Yup.

"That's AWESOME!!"

Coming up next chapter, we formally meet Generation 5. And there will be a whole lot of changes as we're almost caught up to where I stopped playing. There will be a new laptop as well as a new EP. Cross your fingers that the game still loads.

Let's catch up with a few notifications before we go.

I'm pretty sure his previous spouse died. So, yay Pepto! Get some before you croak! He's got to be getting up there in age, too.

Pickle still likes her men aged.

Yoda marries the ghost. That must be Jamaal's relative since Yoda's were not invited and don't care anyway.

Ooookay. So much for that lifetime wish (5 star chef).

Points

Every time you may roll a trait for a sim: +15 (the triplets)

Pee Fails: -5 (Jordan)

Previous Score: +115

Current Score: +125

Tee-Hee!!

Yoda: Ewww! SO GROSS!

Tara: *sniff sniff* It's stinky in here! Tee-hee!!

Everyone else: "That's disgusting, Yoda. Get some Depends."

Me: Fuck all of you. It's all your collective faults that we had three pee fails within a few sim hours last chapter. Y'all are incapable of sharing a bathroom. And fuck you in particular, Oscar. You just peed yourself a few minutes ago.  And Bubbie, you are almost 100 years old. I love you but LET GO!! Damn.

"Heh-heh. I got the tub and I don't even care what those yahoos are doin' out there!"

Monday and school cannot come fast enough.

So to recap, the triplets are teens and, unless he really blows it, Mountain Dew is going to be the next torchholder. Pickle grew up and moved out. Bubbie is wearing out her welcome, and she and Jordan hate each other more than ever. And there was pee. Lots of pee. And a toilet that might be hazmat-suit-levels of toxic. Between all the peeing and needing to bathe, no one can be in the bathroom long enough to clean it without being shooed right back out.

Oh, and Tara. Tara has been around since Pickle's birthday party the day before. I could reset her, but this is more fun.

"Tee-hee! Can we put the shopping network on? Horror movies are so scary!!"

"No, Tara. We're watching the one-eyed bunny. It's Hulk's favorite. You're free to go home whenever the mood strikes you."

"Tee-hee! But I need to do my homework!"

"Then do it already!"

"Tee-hee!!"

You can't scare her, Bubbie.

"But I really want to!"

I know, you've been standing there with it queued for over an hour. 

"Tee-hee!!"

"Dexter Bear. It's right there, under hobbies. I could use a new hobby."

No, Bubbie.

"I'm alright. Nobody worry 'bout me. Why you got to gimme a fight? Can't you just let it be?"

"I like having your friend here, guys. She's quiet for the most part, and she's a good audience. How long do you think she'll stay?.............................Guys?...........................Guys!................"

Next morning,

It's Monday, Tara. School day. Don't you think you ought to be going?

"Tee-hee! School is cool!"

At some point during the morning she poofed away, caught in Error Trap. I didn't see it happen, I was looking elsewhere. Regardless, she's invited to Oscar's birthday party, so she'll be right back.

She's in roughly the same spot, but I swear she's fine.

"Tee-hee! Party!!"

Well, fine for her at any rate.

Oscar survived to adulthood. He rolled "natural cook" for his trait, and his LTW is to become a 5-star chef. I'm sure he'll keep the fire department very busy.

"Tee-HEE!! I broke your sink! That's what you get for being so mean!"

Too bad so sad, Tara. The repairsim is still here fixing the tv.

"Actually, I finished the tv a fraction of a second before the sink broke, so I'll just take my 50 simoleons and be on my way!"

Dammit, Tara!

"Tee-hee! I'm doing homework at a party! I'm a good girl!"

Get stuck again and Bubbie will suddenly find Dexter Bear in her inventory.

Finally!!

I imagine his next goal is to bug the shit out of me as an uncontrollable, non-torchholder.

"Such pretty lighting! Is it the sunrise?"

No, that's the stove on fire because you're cooking at 4am.

"I got this, I got this!!"

There's my little daredevil! <3

"Man I love fire! Why isn't this working?"

Why is your head embedded in the stove?

"Whoa! There it goes!! It just got a little excited...heh-heh."

"Yikes! That came outta nowhere!"

"Hurry, Dewie, hurry!! I'm starving!!"

"Done and done! Wow. The stove's not even burned."

It's an ISBI miracle.

"*sigh* I guess I'll just have leftovers."

Brilliant idea, Yoda.

Let's take a moment to catch up with some of the better known non-actives, shall we?

So long, you arrogant, gross old pyro!

Tara grew up, became blond (during my brief foray into NRAAs' dresser mod), and married Sunny's daughter, Jacqueline.

Really Tara, it's 2016. No one has to be the "father" in a lesbian couple anymore.

I think Rodolfo wasn't even cold, yet.

Sunny decides to skip that pesky "in between" stage and go right for the ghost.

But she still finds her way back to Ahmad.

"The sex was terrible! At least Ahmad can take some pills!"

Thanks for that, Sunny. We were all dying to know.

"There. All clean. Finally!"

"BWAAAH!!!"

"HOLYSHITWHATTHEFUCK??"

"Heh-heh. I love this job."

It's not a job.

"Yes it is."

"Ugh. You two slobbering monkeys have a room. Use it."

Jordan is super-psyched for the torch to pass.

Unfortunately for her, she'll be old.

"You could've made Pickle torchperson or whatever.  Then Biggie and I could've had years of viagra-less woohoo. But NO. You wanted to wait. Hmph."

"Lookin' good, Great-Grandma!"

"Thanks, kid! I got a figure to keep!"

Sure!

"Wow! Talk about the inside not matching the outside! How did she even afford this place?"

This was most of the party.

"I don't think I'm comfortable hanging out with my niece while she's in her underwear."

It's a bathing suit.

"Um, no. Those are definitely panties."

Bring it up with EA.

The triplets finally have their YA birthday. I throw caution to the wind and let them all blow at once. Coming up next chapter, we pass the torch, bring in a new household member, and Sky finally gets some company in the front yard.

Points

Every time you may roll a trait: +5 (Oscar)

Every fire: -5

No change in the score.