Beesly 10: Round 10

Last round, risky woohoo visited the Beesly family when Phoebe became pregnant for the second time with twins Cheeto and Pretzel. Meanwhile, older daughter Popcorn grew to a teenager and prepared for college.

Hi, guys.

Phoebe: Hi, mysterious voice.

Why do I hear crying?

Arbor: Oh, the twins have been out of sorts lately.

Yeah, I would say so! What happened that could make a toddler that upset?

Cheeto's just as bad...

Did something happen I should know about?

Arbor: Not around here. Although, Phoebe's mom died not too long ago. It really took a toll on her whole family.

Did these two even meet Madison?

Arbor: No. But maybe they're just reacting to everyone else's stress?

Well, whatever the reason, you best get them happier quick. They have both have a birthday coming up.

Fortunately it's pretty easy to cheer up a toddler...although, I'd like to remind you that you do have two of them.

Phoebe: Arbor's in the other room with Cheeto.

Well, he certainly seems happy enough. Happy birthday, dear Cheeto...

And those Beesly cheekbones are going strong...

Happy birthday, dear Pretzel...

And I see a lot of Phoebe in Pretzel, too.

So how did the first day of school go?

Pretzel: It went ok. I think Cheeto did better than me, though.

Oh, I'm sure you're just imagining...

Or maybe not. An A+ on your second day...nice work, Cheeto.

Um, why are you getting a bird?

Arbor: The kids both wanted a pet, but we can't really keep up with a dog or cat.

Why didn't you just send Phoebe to her childhood home and pick up the immortal womrat?

And I see the love for the gamer career reward has been passed down.

Um, let's go with aliens.

Nice!

See, I told you you'd catch up.

Pretzel: ...No you didn't.

Huh....seems as though I would have...

Cheeto: Ow! You got me!

Shouldn't you guys be taking care of Rio?

Pretzel: I already fed him when we got home.

Did you close the cage?

I guess that would be a no. Again, I'd like to cast my vote for the womrat...

Ok, let's try this again...Bixby Rabbit...

There we go. That's what's supposed to happen.

Phoebe: Listen, we've talked about this. You don't need to come on my day off.

Nanny: I'm tracking your husband's schedule. If you didn't want me here on your days off than you should have picked up the phone. Now where's my money?

Phoebe: You haven't done anything! You didn't even drive here. You got dropped off in a van!

Pretzel: Mom, I found a penguin!

Phoebe: That's nice, dear.

Pretzel: Can we keep him?

Why don't you two just worry about the bird you already have?

Um, Pretzel? It's the middle of winter. Do you really want to be sleeping in shorts?

Pretzel: But it's warm in the house!

It's a good thing these guys don't have a heating bill...

Cheeto: Mom, can we go on vacation?

Phoebe: Maybe when you two are a little older.

Although it looks like it's Mom and Dad who are getting a little older. Happy birthday, dear Phoebe...

...and Arbor...

Ok well you're going to need a new outfit...

Yours isn't as terrible...

Arbor: Hey, I want new clothes too.

Ok, ok...everybody gets new clothes. But next week. Right now it's time for me to be on my way. I'll see everybody next round.

A Message From the Mysterious Voice: Man, I had no idea that Madison Beesly was so important to the emotional well being of this town! The twins must have had a general fear of a relative dying, because they never even met their grandmother. Beyond that, this was a pretty uneventful lot.