The Squeaky Clean Legacy By Professor Butters

Chapter One

This    is  an  archive  of  the  Squeaky  Clean  Legacy,  by  Professor  Bu<ers,  which  finished  in  January  of  2011.  

Like  many  legacies,  it  started  out  bumpy.    There  are  plumbbobs  and  walls  down  in  the  pictures,  and  it  began  as  a  not  parGcularly  striking  observaGonal  legacy.    It  improved  as  it  went  along,  so  if  you  sGck  with  it,  it  will  pay  off,  or  at  least  I  think  so.  

I’ve  considered  re-­‐wriGng  the  first  seven  or  so  chapters,  but  the  pictures  aren’t  THAT  good,  and  there’s  not  a  lot  to  say.    So  for  now,  this  is  it,  I’m  afraid.  

The  legacy  began  as  Strong  Family  Values—only  marital  Woohoo,  and  only  Try  For  Baby–  and  Matriarchy—only  girls  could  inherit.    As  Gme  went  along,  we  added  toymaking,  cat  breeding,  and  as  much  pink  as  humanly  possible.    Well,  the  pink  was  with  us  from  the  beginning,  as  you  shall  see.    We  also  had  free-­‐floaGng  ghosts,  but  they  turned  out  not  to  be  much  of  a  problem.  

Meet  Rosie  Goodytwoshoes,  the  Founder  of  the  Squeaky  Clean  Legacy.  She's  at  Sim  State,  going  for  her  M.R.S.  degree.  

Why  do  daisies  bum  you  out?  

SiYng  around  in  the  retro  diner  suited  Rosie’s  personality,  but  did  not  assist  her  in  meeGng  boys.  

An  iniGal  a<empt  chaYng  up  this  guy  did  not  work  out  well,  despite  his  cute  sweaters.  There  was  no  chemistry,  and  it  turned  out  he  had  a  thing  for  the  li<le  old  lady  who  worked  in  the  kitchen.  

Why,  yes,  being  a  llama  mascot  is  a  good  job.  Why  do  you  ask?  

Eventually  Rosie  met  the  man  of  her  dreams  while  earning  Body  points  for  her  major.  There  behind  her  in  the  green  sweats  was  Shane  Hia<,  a  Family  Sim  with  whom  she  had  triple  bolt  chemistry.  

A  return  to  the  retro  diner-­‐-­‐  

Along  with  some  slow  dancing  made  up  Rosie’s  mind  that  here  was  The  One.  

Rosie  and  Shane  became  engaged  in  an  embarrassingly  short  period  of  Gme.    Perhaps  this  was  unsurprising,  as  she  really  was  going  for  her  MRS.  Degree  and    only  went  to  college  in  the  first  place  to  meet  a  good  husband.  

She  very  much  wanted  to  drop  out  and  start  having  babies  in  her  Legacy  House,  but  a  Mysterious  Force  compelled  her    to  stay  and  finish  her  educaGon:  an  educaGon  she  had  no  intenGon  of  using  and  never  did  use.  

She  did  have  some  vague  plan  to  use  her  natural  blond  good  looks  to  go  into  show  business,  but  she  didn’t  really  put  much  effort  into  it.    

Nearly  unbelievably,  she  went  on  a  safety  date  with  Anthony  Chin  a`er  she  got  engaged  to  Shane.  Antony  had  called  her  every  single  day.  The  date  was  a  dud.    Rosie  and  all  who  knew  her  were  relieved.  

Anthony  wasn’t  all  that  nice.  Even  this  cute  li<le  hosGle  destrucGve  ki<y  didn't  like  him,  and  you  know  what  judges  of  character  cats  are.  Despite  having  a  cruddy  date  and  sending  her  a  nasty  note,  he  sGll  called  Rosie  every  day.  She  hung  up  on  him.  

Shane  was,  quite  literally,  the  man  of  her  dreams,  proving  that  neither  she  nor  I  were  tempted  by  the  shallowness  of  looks.  

When  she  was  not  thinking  about  Shane,  she  was  thinking  about  this  all  the  Gme.    

The  incenGve  for  her  drive  to  have  a  faithful  marriage  and  many  children,  to  insGll  Rose  Pink  everywhere  she  could,  to  raise  cats,  and  to  Be  Good,  was  not  understood  for  many  generaGons,  and  may  not  even  have  been  clear  to  Rosie  herself.  

Most  of  the  rest  of  college  passed  earning  some  basic  skills  and  going  on  pleasant  dates  with  Shane.    

Rosie  was  Clean,  but  not  anGsepGc.    Naturally  she  wanted  to  WooHoo  the  man  she  loved  and  intended  to  marry,  but  the  enGre  purpose  of  her  heritage  depended  on  self  control.  And  they  would  have  the  rest  of  their  lives  together.    

GraduaGon!  Time  for  a  party!  

Hey,  Dominic,  let's  smustle!  You're  kinda  cute  without  that  llama  suit  on.  

Yes,  Dominic,  I'm  thrilled  to  be  your  new  best  friend!  Only  don't  try  any  funny  stuff.  Shane  looks  like  he  might  get  pissed.  

Right  from  the  beginning,  Rosie  insisted  on  a  Basic  Legacy  house  that  tended  strongly  toward  the  Barbie  Dream  House.  This  is  what  you  can  do  with  20,000  and  a  big  lot  and  sGll  have  a  li<le  bit  le`  over.  You'll  noGce  that  everything  is  aggressively  pink.  

This  is  called  "stuffing  the  hope  chest."  This  is  all  stuff  Rosie  bought  her  last  semester  at  Sim  State  University,  because  she  knew  that  she  would  be  geYng  married.  I  couldn't  find  that  this  was  against  the  rules.  Most  of  it  she  kept,  but  that  bust  was  a  post-­‐date  gi`  from  Shane  and  it  brought  in  a  nice  chunk  of  change.  

Rosie  also  changed  and  beauGfied  her  appearance  for  a  career  in  show  biz.  Off  with  the  glasses,  a  Gme-­‐honored  technique  in  the  movies.  

Why,  Miss  Goodytwoshoes,  you're  beauGful!  

Here  comes  Shane  Hia<,  fresh  from  Rosie's  graduaGon.  

Sort  of  a  predictable  greeGng.  

Shane  zaps  from  Young  Adult  to  Adult!  

SHAZAMM!  

Oh,  ewww!  

But.  .  .we  lucked  out!  Turns  out  Shane  has  a  family  aspiraGon,  unlike  his  lookalike  at  Academie  La  Tour,  and  he  brought  a  very  respectable  15,000  with  him,  and  a  gold  toymaker's  talent  badge,  too!  His  LTW  to  graduate  three  kids  from  Uni.  will  work  very  nicely  with  Rosie's  to  marry  six  kids.  Rosie  picked  well.  Good  thing,  as  she  would  have  had  to  marry  him  no  ma<er  what.  

Here's  the  remodel.  I  sure  hope  Shane  likes  pink.  

Remodel,  walls  down.  I  mean  everything's  pink,  giving  off  estrogen  fumes.  

Whoops!  We  almost  collected  our  first  starvaGon  ghost  the  first  day!  Gilbert  Jacquet  went  to  the  loo  and  with  the  extra  Simoleans  from  Shane,  I  thought  I'd  make  the  bathroom  private.  And  I  forgot  to  put  in  a  door!  

I  guess  Shane  does  like  pink.  

Married!  Wahooie!  

Wow,  I  love  cuYng  my  wedding  cake  with  a  guest  list  almost  totally  made  up  of  random  strangers!  

For  some  reason,  the  Jacquets  always  turn  up  at  weddings,  invited  or  not.  Maybe  they're  just  trolling  for  food.  

Eat  up!  Num,  num!  

Cassandra  Goth  excuses  herself  a  bit  early.  They  were  well  on  their  way  to  having  a  roof  raiser  wedding,  but  I  sent  everyone  home,  so  it  came  out  as  a  "disaster."  My  fault,  not  theirs.  

Rosie,  it's  not  polite  to  scream  when  you  see  your  new  husband  taking  a  bath.  He  might  take  it  the  wrong  way.  

Shane,  it's  your  wedding  night.  Why  are  you  cleaning  the  tub  now?  

See,  wasn't  that  more  fun  than  cleaning  the  tub?  

Um,  Rosie,  interesGng  juxtaposiGon  there.  Yeah,  it's  Shane's.  

The  new  ki<en,  Bonkers,  who  now  has  the  responsibility  of  being  the  Breed  Founder.  A  lot  to  put  on  a  small  gray  ki<en.  

Why  is  the  television  always  on  in  this  house?  

Shane  making  toys  that  are  mostly  pink.  It  seems  a  pity  to  waste  his  talent  badge,  though  right  now  he's  working  in  the  medical  career.  

I  am  the  Mighty  Thor!  

Rosie  tries  to  figure  out  the  cash  register  and  gets  the  first  bump  at  the  same  Gme.  

The  first  bump.  ExciGng,  huh?  

Fire!  Aiiiieeee!  

Shane:  So,  Remington,  wanna  be  adopted  into  the  family?  You  look  like  you'd  go  with  the  decor.  

Shane:  Or  you  could  come  in  as  a  pet.  We're  not  fussy.  

Shane:  And  eventually  a  promising  future  as  a  resident  ghost!  

Remington:  Well,  who  knows  what  the  future  may  hold?  

New  addiGon  for  the  new  addiGon  to  the  family.  

The  bump  gets  bigger!  

It  really  does  look  like  they  came  right  on  Gme  for  Rosie,  doesn't  it?  Sadly,  it's  just  Shane  going  to  work.  

Hey.  HEY!  Why  is  the  emergency  vehicle  driving  away?  

Well,  you've  got  your  baby  now,  Rosie.  Is  it  just  me,  or  does  she  look  disappointed?  

Meet  MorGmer  Goodytwoshoes.  This  is  a  Matriarchy,  so  he's  a  spare,  and  (probably  right  a`er  he's  married)  cannon  fodder.  MorGmer  is  named  a`er  the  character  in  The  FantasGcks  who  dies  for  a  living,  over  and  over,  but  you  can  imagine  he's  named  a`er  MorGmer  Goth,  if  you  want  to.  

Time  to  put  MorGmer  in  his  crib.  .  .  

And  I  think  you'd  be<er  zap  yourself  up.  You're  going  to  need  it.  

Oooo,  yeah.  That's  be<er.  

Remington  Harris  has  become  a  friend  and  something  of  a  fixture  at  meals,  though  plans  to  marry  him  to  one  of  Rosie's  future  daughters  are  stymied  by  his  table  manners.  

Maybe  if  MorGmer  absorbs  enough  pink,  the  estrogen  will  get  to  him  and  he'll  be  a  girl  a`er  all.  

Here  is  Shane,  finally  holding  his  own  first  son,  the  spare.  Does  he  know  he's  in  a  Matriarchy?  Is  that  why  he  wore  pink  to  the  wedding?  

"Son,  run!  Well.  .  .  .run  later.  

Well,  he  ought  to  grow  up  big  and  strong,  anyway.  

And  with  that  final,  ominous  Gnkling  lullaby,  I  leave  you-­‐-­‐the  Goodytwoshoes  expect  another  pracGcally  before  MorGmer  is  done  being  a  baby.  

And  what  of  Bonkers,  and  the  threat  to  his  empire?  Will  he  found  his  own  dynasty?  These  and  more  quesGons  to  be  answered.  UnGl  then.  .  .  happy  simming!