Beesly 1: Round 7

Last round, things finally started to calm down around the Beesly house after the three oldest kids had left for college. Middle child Ross grew to a teen, while little Phoebe grew to a child. The youngest Beesly, Chandler, was born early in the week and by the end had grown to a child as well. The family dog, Sparkle, became an elder in the middle of all of this.



Hi, Beeslys!

Michael: Hi, mysterious voice. You're just in time. This is a big day.

Huh? Why?



What? No way...






This can't be happening. You two were just toddlers when you moved here...





Oh, that's attractive. I think you might want to invest in some better pants.



Madison doesn't have it so bad. I can't believe you guys are elders already.



Chandler: Phoebe, what's school like?

You haven't been yet?

Chandler: No. I grew up on a weekend, remember?

Oh...right. I keep forgetting you guys are on a Saturday to Saturday schedule.




Speaking of growing up...happy birthday, dear Phoebe...




Hmm, well that's an interesting outfit. Have you chosen an aspiration?



Phoebe: I want a life of knowledge!

Haven't seen that one in awhile.



Chandler: I love you, Sparkle!

She's really getting old, huh?

Chandler: Yeah. Mommy had her since before she went to college!

I know. That's a long time.



Chandler: I got an A+!

Great job. And look, your shirt already says that.




I didn't know that this want went with knowledge too. It's easy enough, I guess.




Um, let's intercept.




Oops.




Sorry about the demotion, Madison.

Madison: Huh? Oh, yeah. It's alright. Hang on, Pamela's on the phone. She's telling me about some kind of dragon she learned about...

Oh, here we go with that again.




New hairstyle?

Phoebe: Yeah. I thought I was too old for the pigtails.

Well, it looks nice. Have a great day at school!






Oh, no... I think Sparkle's time is up...




Bye, Sparkle!




Sorry about Sparkle, Chandler.

Chandler: It's ok. She was old.

Canada: Maybe after you grow up you can get another dog.




Speaking of which...Happy birthday, dear Chandler...



Very nice. What about an aspiration for you?



Chandler: I want lots of friends!

Great. Popularity it is!




I guess the week is up. Nice job, Phoebe!




And nice job to you too, Chandler! Well, I'll guess I'll see you guys next round.





A Message From the Mysterious Voice: I'll admit, I teared up a bit when Sparkle died. This was Tranquility Bay's first pet death. I also cannot believe that Michael and Madison are elders. Time sure goes by fast.