Guys' Night Out

Well, my younger brother visited the other day, and put a family on the lot in a weird tiki themed house with a pool in the living room, a bird on a perch sitting right in front of the toilet, and several other crazy design features that I got a real kick out of. I took some pics I meant to post, but forgot to save, so they were lost. Argh. Maybe later.

I don't mind the occasional romantic, semi-sappy post on here from time to time, but there can't be too many in a row, because those are harder to make funny, and life is full of enough difficulty. I hope you don't mind another visit to Downtown for our post today, because here it is anyway, only at a different location, and with different sims.

Peter decided it was high time he got out of the house again, only this time, without the entire family tagging along. Of course, since the laws of the sim world state that you must invite someone else to go with you if you go Downtown, Peter was forced to choose someone to accompany him. While he does know a few girls, some well enough to call and ask out (though denials seem pretty rare anyway), he opted to give his pal Marty Wilson a call, and see if he was "busy", or wanted to hit the town. Well, we all know Marty has no life outside his home, so of course he said "yes".

Marty: "Dude, I've said it before, but I love your hair!"

I think the place was called Old Farm Square or something like that. Whatever the case, it was a lot nicer inside than one would have guessed by the name. Anyway, Peter and Marty scoped the place out a bit, and were impressed by the sophisticated nature of most of the place. Of course, the Daisy Mae looking girl with the skimpy clothes and no shoes sort of destroyed the illusion, but everything else was pretty classy.

Another patron's dining plans are thwarted by the "no shirt, no shoes, no service" policy.

Once again, there were several sims from various spots throughout the neighborhood present all throughout the square. One of them was the girl who was at the mall with Kevin Wilson in our last post. This time, she was with some totally different guy, and Kevin was nowhere to be seen. Wow, she really gets around!

Kevin's mystery girl...and Ron Howard??

Okay, maybe it wasn't Ron Howard, but the resemblance is there, you have to admit. Anyway, all that watching other people eat started to get to Peter and Marty, and they decided it was high time they did so themselves. Keri showed up alone, and was waiting in line to be served. I guess Stu just couldn't be bothered to leave the house and do anything besides working in Studio Town. What a boring stiff. Oh, well...his loss.

Keri: "Hey, guys...thanks for inviting me!"

The restaurant greeter ignored the pair for a bit, then finally seated them. The place was certainly bustling, as most Downtown areas seem to be. Keri finally took a seat, and she was hanging out with the mechanic guy she apparently met at their last party. Hopefully, he has more interesting stuff to talk about than monkey wrenches and spark plugs. Pete and Marty proceeded to their booth.

Greeter: "I'll just seat you in the 'low tippers' section..."

Well, Peter and Marty sat around and chatted a bit about old times, which couldn't have amounted to too much, since they haven't hung out quite that much that I've seen. Needless to say, they weren't using the newly added "cuddle" and "footsie" booth options, so talking was really their only option at the moment.

Peter: "I hear the roadkill platter is great here!"

After the guys finished eating, it was time to work it off and work it out on the dance floor. The DJ was playing some funky disco tunes, which might explain why nobody else was out on the dance floor, but this didn't scare off Peter and Marty. They were disco dancing freaks, and they let it all hang out! It's disturbing, yet not surprising, that they know how to do that so well.

"Stayin' alive...stayin' alive..."

Peter noticed something new and interesting over at the corner of the dance floor. There was a lit up cage, and the girl who'd shown up with the Ron Howard guy was in there shaking her stuff. It never would have worked out with her and Kevin...he's too much of a stuff for a crazy girl like that. That works out pretty well for Kammy, though...

Marty: "Um...you think we should let her out of there?"

Well, Peter's always looking for new things to try, and this seemed right up his alley...to him, anyway. He quickly hopped in the cage as soon as it was vacant, and started doing a little shaking of his own. Marty didn't seem too thrilled about his performance, though. Quite frankly, I'd probably be a little bit disturbed if he had been.

Marty: "Please! Stop it! I just ate!"

Per Marty's suggestion, Peter decided maybe the whole cage dancing bit wasn't really his thing. He headed on over to the bar, where that mechanic guy was hanging out. They look awful chummy there, considering they barely know each other, if even at all. Some people will do anything for a free drink I guess, but this is pretty transparent.

Peter: "I'll take a double Scotch on the rocks, and give my friend here whatever he wants. Oh...and put it on his bill!"

After the drink, Peter was feeling a bit adventurous, and headed over to the mechanical bull. He picked the hardest setting (which is a great idea given that it's his first experience on it), and hung on for dear life. It was quite the ride, and he was doing pretty well, despite Marty's complete and apparent lack of support.

Marty: "Bleh! My grandmother rides better than that!"

All good things must come to an end, though, and so did the bull ride. Not quite as gracefully as Peter probably hoped, either. Instead of dismounting carefully the way he got on, he fell off and landed on his head. Marty seemed to enjoy that a little bit more than the ride.

He can't disco dance...he can't ride the mechanical bull...either way you look at it, Pete's no John Travolta.

Peter actually seemed unphased by his disastrous spill, and went right along with business as usual (though from that point on, he had the uncanny ability to recite Conan O'brien's nightly monologue before it actually happened). Despite that strange and wondrous gift, Marty was starting to get a little tired, and headed off in search of a cab. Peter, however, was distracted by Keri playing with an electric train, and he stood around watching her for a while.

Peter: "Marty? Marty who?"

Well, Peter did eventually make it home, full in the fun department, but pretty much exhausted and drained in every other way. Seems kind of strange that sims can head off to go have fun somewhere, and return more in need of a break then they were when they left. Oh, well. Such is the nutty world of the sims.

I'm not at liberty to say what the next post is going to be about, because I'm not really sure at the moment. I do know a few posts from now, I'd like to revisit the Wilsons, but I'm not sure what they'll be doing when we do. I have a few thoughts on what may be happening, but if you'd like to contribute your ideas, shoot me an email at dhw_majik_monkee@yahoo.com. See you later!

A Night on the Town

Welcome back everyone. Hope you had a great weekend. Mine was pretty good, though not nearly long enough (I blinked, and then it was over). Of course, this is a pretty busy week coming up too, so that kind of contributes. Anyway, enough of my personal life - why discuss that when the sims lives are so much weirder and funnier?

Since the conception of the Miller house, Bobby and Deana have kind of gotten the short end of the stick as far as being in the spotlight goes. Truth be told, I think Stu, Peter, and even Julie, who moved out pretty much right at the beginning of the Miller story, have gotten more attention than them. I don't know what it is about them, they just never seem to be in the right place at the right time...or doing the right thing at the right time. Well, I decided to give them a break, and let them be the first to head off to the newly discovered Downtown area, since I had to visit it some time. Let's see how that went, shall we?

Seeing as how they were unfamiliar with any of the hot spots Downtown, the couple decided to hit the mall right in the center of things, since it sounded like a safe bet. It turned out to be pretty nice as far as malls go. Instead of a disgusting food court with a sticky floor and tables, where everything smells like McDonalds, there was a nice classy restaurant with waiters and cleaning staff and corner booths. The food was a little pricey, but they always charge you an arm and a leg in food courts. Better to pay $40 for a full plate of food than for a fast food gyro carved from a nasty rotating hunk of unidentifiable meat that's been sitting out for who knows how long.

Deana: "Why don't you take a hike, buddy? Oh, wait...you're the waiter? Sorry...don't take a hike!"
The mall was bustling with sim activity, much more so than most of the Studio Town lots I'd visited before. Among the recognizable faces was Kevin Wilson, who was visiting with some girl I'd never seen before. Nice. Here, he's got Kammy on the hook back home waiting for him to finally propose, and he's busy whooping it up downtown with some other woman. Typical Kevin.

Kevin: "Did I ever tell you about my days as a lifeguard in college?"
Bobby and Deana seemed to be taking to the new environment pretty well. The two started to get cozy after they finished eating. It just goes to prove the old belief that there's nothing like a trip to a crowded mall to cement a couple's romantic relationship. Well, nobody may have ever said that before, but you better believe they will be now.

Bobby: "I hope they're not expecting me to leave a tip..."
Kevin and his mystery girl weren't making out quite so well (or making out at all, for that matter). He seemed interested, but he wasn't getting a very warm response from her. It's a wonder the pair showed up together to begin with...something tells me they'll be taking separate cabs home, though.

Girl: "What do you mean, 'do I have enough money to pick up the check?'"
Bobby excused himself for a moment and headed off on a mission to buy Deana something special to remember their outing (which so far has consisted of dinner at a mall cafe). He couldn't help but admire the ugly island statues out on the main walk as he passed by. They must be designed to either scare away evil spirits or mall patrons - it's hard to say.

Bobby: "If I stand next to these statues, maybe it will make me look better."
Bobby found just the thing in one of the little shops - a teddy bear. Yes, the perfect gift...especially if Deana were five years old. Bobby apparently knows her better than we do, though, because he proceeded to buy the bear, confident in his decision that it was the right choice. The cashier remained confident in his decision to ignore Bobby as he stood by the cash register.

Bobby: "If he doesn't help me soon, me and the bear are running out of here!"
Oddly enough, as Bobby was buying the bear, Deana was standing off a little ways away with a thought bubble above her head that had the bear in it with a red "x" through it. Maybe he doesn't know her as well as he thinks he does. However, when he gave it to her, she received it gratefully. Maybe she actually does like teddy bears...or maybe she's just a really great liar.

Deana: "Oh, Bobby...it's just what I wanted...when I was five years old!"
Next, it was off to the ice cream stand, as the gut buster special they'd eaten a little while ago had apparently run it's course. This is starting to look a little more like a day at the county fair than an actual date, but who are we to judge the actions of others? Hey, guys...whatever floats your boat!

Bobby: "I'll have one scoop grapefruit and one of candy cane, please."
After the ice cream, Deana headed off to the restroom. Bobby noticed a familiar face, that of Julie Wilson, formerly Julie Miller. I think this was probably the first time the two crossed paths since she moved out initially. Whether this is intentional or purely coincidental is anyone's guess.

Bobby: "Remember me? We used to live in the same house together? I'm dating your sister?!"
Deana caught up with Bobby again, and he took her on over to the dance floor - if a juke box and some blow fish lamps qualifies as a dance floor. There, he showed her his stuff with a little lively swing dancing. Don't swing her too much, Slick...she just downed a huge plate full of food and an ice cream cone...

And you thought all Bobby knew how to do was Cha Cha...with Peter...
At this point, Bobby decided it was time to indulge himself a bit (albeit with Stu's money). And so, he headed off to the nearest...clothes store? Hmmm. You'd think a guy would head straight to the nearest power tool store or check out hunting equipment, but not Bobby. No sir, he was all about the underwear. The odd thing is that he went inside the booth to change, presumably for the privacy, and then stepped out wearing the boxers for all the world to see.

Bobby doesn't really seem to understand the concept of the dressing room...or public decency.
Of course, since Bobby is the unselfish sort (or so he'd like us to believe), he was quick to offer Deana some new "pajamas" to go with his. He picked some out for her, and moments later, she was standing out in the open in what looked more like underwear than PJ's, but what do we know? Man, these sims have some weird ways of doing things.

Bobby checks out Deana from behind and applauds wildly...what a shmuck.
Apparently, Bobby wasn't prepared to stop at just underwear. He browsed the formal rack, and next thing you knew, he was sporting a stunning new suit. Well, I'm not sure about the stunning part, but it was definitely new. Interestingly enough, I think this is the first time I've seen him wear any formal wear, so I'm only assuming he owned an old one in the first place.

Bobby: "Let me tell you about the time I invented the cotton gin!"
Well, it was starting to get a little late, and the pair had been out for some time, so Bobby decided it was time to wrap things up. He headed over to the flower shop, and spent several hundred dollars on a bunch of flowers (they must have seen him coming). Once again, Deana had the flowers in a thought bubble over her head with a little "x", but appeared to be grateful when he gave them to her.

Deana: "Help! We're sinking into the carpet!"
And so, they hopped in the cab and headed on home. The outing definitely cemented their relationship a bit more, though it will probably cause them to get spoiled and start wanting to leave the house more. As long as they do it together, though (unlike that skunk, Kevin), that's the important thing. If Bobby plans to keep on going out all the time, though, he'll probably have to get a job...what a horrid thought!

Deana: "If we just had a car, we wouldn't have to pay those ridiculous cab fares!"
And so ends Bobby and Deana's romantic little outing. Ah, what fun! It was so much fun, in fact, that another visit to Downtown is in order. Not for Bobby and Deana, though...no...it's time for someone else to get a turn, and that someone is Peter Miller! Who knows...maybe he'll meet the love of his life in the process? We can only guess!

Of Pets and Gnomes

I'm pretty tired today...didn't get too much sleep last night, but my usual two mugs of coffee this morning gave me a little jolt. It doesn't matter anyway, though...the show must go on! (by "show", I mean my job, which is where I post this stuff from). I know I already put one really long post up today, but that was actually written mostly yesterday and a little today, so this is really the "post of the day". When did this become a daily thing, anyway? That was never really my goal, but seems to be the way it's been going lately.

Anyway, you didn't come here to listen to me ramble on (at least not about my job and stuff). Let's get on with the post. I had a bit of a time thinking of a suitable name for this hodgepodge of different happenings, because there's really no real theme...just a sort of lazy and very weird day post. By the way, I know we've been focusing on the Millers a lot lately, but if you think about how much time we spent on the Wilsons before, it still doesn't really seem like we've dwelt on the Millers too much. I know some folks expressed some interest in bringing back the Wilsons, and we will eventually. Maybe there will be an appearance from cowboy Clint again too, and hopefully some brand new families down the road even.

Let's begin our lazy day with a totally off the wall start to the day. Peter gets up at the crack of dawn (or earlier even, since it's still dark out) so he can have first dibs on a piece of cake that's been sitting out on the table for ages. At this time of morning, the only competition he's going to have for that stuff is the flies swarming around it.

Peter: "Maybe if I eat it, the flies will go away."

Later that day, the family paid another uneventful visit to the Old Town pet center. Mr Scruffers had been peeing on the rug an awful lot lately, and they were hoping the animal trainer guy could help them out with that. Well, he was no help at all, so the family did the next best thing, and Bobby adopted another cat to help make a mess of the place. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Skunkbear!

Mr Scruffers and Skunkbear wrestle in the middle of the street. If this wasn't the virtually carless sim world, they'd be road pizza by now.

Stu was getting a little bored with the activities the Miller house had to offer, and used his influence as chief bread-winner to actually buy something for himself...a wood working table. It was that or the preserves table, but Stu is all about the manly activities, and he wanted something he could get his hands dirty with (besides touching any given surface in the house at any given time).

Stu begins his self portrait bust. The head looks a little bit too pointy...

Well, Stu discovered he had a gift for creating lifelike wooden gnomes, and so he ran with it (not literally, though...you never want to run with a gnome because the hat could put your eye out). Before long, he had a small army of them standing about at attention, waiting to do his bidding, which they surely would, if they weren't made out of wood.

Gnomes: "Command us, oh great and powerful Stu!"

Before long, those darn gnomes were popping up everywhere. Out back, out front, everywhere but in the bathroom (Stu probably just hasn't gotten that far yet, though). Here, we've got one eyeballing Deana from behind, while she looks through the telescope in broad daylight. She seems oblivious to both the growing army of gnomes and the growing army of mangy neighborhood strays that seem to be setting up camp on the front lawn. All I can say is she'd better watch her step.

Gnome: "I hope they don't mistake me for a hydrant!"

Speaking of things "relieving themselves", I eventually had to get up from the PC to do so myself. When I returned, Stu was nowhere to be found, but where he had once stood was an obscene amount of gnomes. Perhaps they rebelled and turned on their creator. Perhaps they used their gnome magic and turned him into that block of wood sitting on the table. Perhaps he just went to the bathroom. Whatever the case, Peter and Bobby didn't seem too overly concerned.

Peter: "Hey, we don't have any spare wooden gnomes around here, do we?"

Oh, how I love the gnomes! They're so much more fun than preserves. I haven't used the table yet, but I'm pretty sure I'd feel the same way if I did (I hate jellied fruit). Someone came home in a bad mood and kicked the gnomes out front, and they all exploded! Hmmm...maybe those blocks of stuff Stu was carving gnomes out of weren't wood after all, but C4 plastic explosive! It's hard to say. Whatever the case, you'd better believe that they were quickly replaced!

Next up - Bobby and Deana go downtown. Be there, or be square!

Time to Paaaartay!

Welcome back! It's time for an extra special, extra long, uncut and uncensored edition of MonkeeSims! Okay, it is cut, and it is censored, but trust me, it's for your own good. Ever notice how many movies that come out on DVD have special "uncut and uncensored" editions? I swear, they must plan in advance the stuff that will get cut out as they film just so they can sell you a crappy DVD with 8 minutes of extra "special" footage. I don't know.

I'm trying hard not to have every other post focus on sims throwing parties, but considering it's the best way to get folks from different houses in the same place, parties just make good sense some times. Besides, this is my first attempt at throwing a bash with "House Party" installed, so it's bound to be a little more interesting, eh? Well, you'd think so...I've already seen what happens here though, so...

Shortly after returning home from their first visit to Old Town, Peter insisted that the Miller family throw a party in honor of Mr Scruffers, the newest addition to the family. Since most folks will jump at any excuse to throw a party, there wasn't much resistance to the idea (except from Stu, who had to pay for it, but he was outvoted). The first thing they did was hire a caterer...no more wasting time cooking for a bunch of ungrateful guests when it's easier to just hire some stranger to do the dirty work for you.

Either that's the caterer, or this town has some sims with some very bad fashion sense lurking around.

A good rule of thumb when it comes to meeting new neighbors is probably to have some sort of idea what kind of people they are before you plan entertainment, or invite them to your house. Case in point, here we see, waiting to be greeted, three elderly women, some crazy punk-bowler guy, and a Steve Urkel wannabe. At least one younger female showed up, but although I can't remember her name, I know for a fact that she's married. Talk about a party crowd.

Old Woman: "We heard there was going to be some Bingo going on here!"

Luckily, one thing everyone has in common is an interest in eating, and food is one thing the party was definitely not lacking. Everyone headed straight for the grub, and promptly began making a mess of the place. Some guy who looked like a sleazy off-duty mechanic showed up a bit later, while the nerdy dude attacked Mr Scruffers.

Hmmm...we've got the mechanic, the nerd, the punk rocker...when do the biker, cowboy and the construction worker show up?

Well, apparently the indoor party crowd wasn't doing it for the elderly women, as they all stood out front and chatted amongst themselves. Had the family had any clue at all who they were inviting over, they could probably at very least have invited some elderly men over to keep them company...except there are none I've ever seen living in the neighborhood.

"Back in my day, we never used that new fangled plastic silverware stuff!"

The rest of the visitors seemed to be getting along pretty well, despite their differences. Well, for the most part, anyway. Some topics were less popular than others, but it wasn't enough to ruin the party or anything.

Punk Guy: "Dude, like, only rich snobby people go sailing!"

Things were really getting pretty crowded. After the initial arrivals, several more guests from around town (I guess, though I didn't recognize a lot of them) showed up, including a random party crasher. He headed straight for the food, which was pretty much all that the party really had going on anyway. Bobby and Deana played computer games (what great hosts) while Peter talked with the neighbor girl about all the money he hoped to make as a comedian.

Bobby: "Hey, check this out! I'm making my people throw a party, and boy does it suck!"

The Miller residents weren't the only ones who had guests over. Mr Scruffers snuck some weird black cat named "Spork" in through the back door, and the two hung out. It's just not a party unless you have stray cats hanging out in your bedroom peeing on the floor.

Talk about your real party animals...har har...

The caterer turned out to be a party animal himself. In between restocking the food, he headed into the bedroom and started boogying, presumably for the benefit of the ladies in the bathroom. I guess they could use some sort of entertainment, since they'd spent several sim hours just standing in the John chatting with each other.

Caterer: "Come on...everyone do the 'Macaroni'!"

Bobby eventually got off his butt, and started socializing. At first, it seemed he had little in common with any of the visitors, but then he struck up a conversation about fashion with the mechanic looking guy, and there was instant chemistry. I guess you really can't judge a book by it's cover (or a party guest by their grubby work outfit).

Bobby seems to know a lot about fashion for a guy who hasn't changed outfits since he moved in here.

The bedroom seemed to be a pretty popular place...no, get your mind out of the gutter...it's not that kind of party. No, actually, folks just hung around and chatted in there a lot, probably because the living room was so small and cramped and easily packed. This was all good and fine, except for the bowler-punk guy was showing just a little too much interest in the Bozo doll. The last thing this party needs is a raging inferno to disrupt its mojo even more.

"Hey...step away from the Bozo, Bozo!"

The highlight of the party had to have been when Peter started playing with the fireworks out front. Sure, everyone has seen fireworks, so that part wasn't too spectacular. No, the real crowd pleaser was when Peter shot one up in the air and it came screeching earthward, only to blow up on his rear end.

Hasn't he ever heard the story of the kid who blow up his arse with fireworks? Probably not, since he just invented that story.

After that, things started to get sour. First of all, somebody broke the TV, and nobody would confess to doing it. You'd think the abuse it would take to smash a screen like that would draw some attention, but apparently not.

Mechanic Guy: "I didn't do it...I fix stuff, I don't break it!"

Stu hit the hot tub, but all the chicks ignored him, even his wife, Keri. However, the party crasher was quick to hit the skins and jump in with him. First he shows up uninvited (though nobody was really invited specifically by name to begin with), eats a bunch of food, then jumps in the hot tub with the owner of the house. Man, that guy has some nerve!

Party Crasher: "So, I heard there was going to be Twister here later..."

Bobby tried to get a volleyball going with some of the girls. Well, he got girls on his team alright, but not the girls he'd been hoping for. No, the elderly women were quick to fill the spots on his team as fast as they could. Yes, that Bobby has a charm that overcomes all barriers, including age.

Bobby: "I really hope my team doesn't wind up being 'skins'."

The final insult was when the lousy French mime showed up, "Curious about ze lack of entertainment at zis party". Listen, pal, nobody invited you, so just shut your...oh, wait. I guess that doesn't work. Anyway, I think the photo below pretty much says it all about the fate of the party. Peter has resorted to chatting with the caterer, the lousy mime is there using up oxygen, and a bunch of people are just standing around, bored out of their wits. About this time, the family decided they'd had enough, and headed for bed in the hopes of making the guests leave.

Caterer: "No, no...I said 'peace', not 'pizza'."

Well, folks were very slow in departing. In fact, some of them hung around all night. The mime stole a chair before he took off (apparently unsatisfied with the comfort of his "invisible chair"). In the end, the party wasn't the raging success everyone had hoped for, it just wound up costing a lot of money (not to mention a TV and a chair). Drew Carrey never showed up either...does that come as a surprise? Well, hey...give me a break. They can't all be winners. Better luck next time, right?

A Day at the Park

You'd be surprised how much material I gathered just in that first day of playing The Sims after adding all those new expansions. Actually, you probably wouldn't be. It only took a few hours, but saw and captured a lot of cool stuff in the process, so I'm set post-wise for a while.

Actually, I've been trying to let myself have just a little bit more fun with the game. Sometimes, trying to capture everything amusing or noteworthy that happens can get a little tedious, but I never know when the next great storyline will begin, so I have to be prepared. It's fun from time to time though to just ignore the camera completely and let things happen, otherwise this blog would take a lot of the fun out of it all.

Anyway, last time, we met the amazing (or not so amazing) Mr Scruffers, Peter's new fuzzy little friend (we mean a cat, not a fellow sim). There's not much more to say about that thread here...if you didn't read it yet, well, what are you doing here? Anyway, the family was getting ready to head off elsewhere, since there was still much of Old Town (aka almost all of it) that they hadn't seen yet. Let's see how they're doing.

The Millers chat about this and that while Mr Scruffers plays in the street. Good thinking, since they just called a bus to come pick them up. Way to watch after your pet, Pete!

After a short trolley ride, the next stop was a nearby park. It kind of looks like it's seen better days...either the groundskeeper died and nobody noticed, or too many visiting pets have taken their toll on the turf. Whatever the case, it's not a very pretty sight. The gang quickly went their separate ways, in search of greener pastures.

Guy in Blue Suit: "You wouldn't by any chance happen to have a watering can on you, would you?"

Stu decided this would be a great time to spend a little time with Keri, since the two have hardly seen each other since they wed in the first couple posts on this site. they picked a nice not so secluded bench where they could plop down, relax, and enjoy a pleasant little chat.

Stu: "I don't know...I think it's a dolphin? You think it's a whale? I still think it's supposed to be a dolphin."

Mr Scruffers was by far the most adventurous of the group. He located a kitty slide, which is something I've never seen or heard of before, and decided to give it a whirl. And so he did, again, and again, and again. Careful there, little fella, or you might lose your kitty treats, if you know what I mean! (and I think he does!).

Mr Scruffers: "Meow!" (translation: "I'm the king of the world!")

Keri just couldn't resist Scruffers and his adorable antics...soon, the pair were playing around, and Keri had him rolling around in the dirt and grass while she tickled his belly. That's all good and fine, though I'm not sure that's the best way to prepare a cat for being introduced into your home for the first time...unless you don't mind a few bugs riding along on them. Looks like Peter should have invested in a bath table among other things.

Keri: "Who do I love so much I want to drop kick?"

I guess Stu just couldn't stand the competition, and quickly snatched his wife back from the loveable Mr Scruffers. It was then that he discovered that the rules of the universe had somehow been altered, and he was able to cuddle up with her on the bench and some other stuff that was previously unheard of. Yes, the world is indeed a strange and wondrous place!

Stu: "I've lost women to other guys before, but there's no way I'm losing one to a cat!"

Peter took a stab at training Mr Scruffers a little bit while there was nothing much else to do. Seeing as how he's never owned a cat, and has no knowledge of animals, it was a daunting task, but he managed to make a little progress (at least I think so). He spent some time trying to teach Mr Scruffers how to dance, but since he had two left paws, progress was slow.

Peter: "That's it...better! Now let's try the Cha Cha!"

All good things must come to an end, and everyone was starting to get a little tired of the park, and just a tad homesick. And so, the shuttle came and took everyone back to their mundane lives back home, with the addition of Mr Scruffers, of course, who immediately began marking his territory in the house. Peter didn't seem concerned about this in the least, though, probably because it was Stu's house anyway. He was too busy launching fireworks with Bobby out in the front yard.

Bobby: "I reckon we could send a monkey up in that thing!"

And so, our little visit to Old Town comes to an end, destined to be the first of many (though hopefully they won't be the topic of endless posts). Thank goodness for a break from Studio Town and all those snobs and weird clothes. Any place you can visit and bring home animals is alright with me. Be sure to drop in next time as the Millers test their party-throwing skills and mix it up with some of their new Old Town neighbors! It's sure to be a hoot (though maybe not for them, but I'm sure we'll get some laughs!).