In for a penny, in for a pound. It's babies that make the world go 'round. Help.

1. The Squeaky Clean Legacy
By Professor Butters
Chapter 4.3: Who Wants Ten Kids?

2. Gree$ngs,
I'm
Professor-­‐-­‐well,
Bu5ers,
and
I'm
here
to
bring
you
the
next
chapter
of
the
Squeaky
Clean
Legacy
with
the
assistance
of
one
of
my
friends.

3. As
you
can
imagine,
I
quickly
grew
$red
of
living
here.
But
I
would
need
a
placeholder.
I
immediately
thought
of
Abner
and
Vanessa
Goodytwoshoes,
who
have
been
living
in
the
Sim
Bin
with
newborn
twin
girls.

4. Hello,
guys!
Goodbye,
guys!
I'll
be
off
of
the
computer
in
a
minute!

5. Aren't
they
great
parents?
Sheesh.

6. OK,
ou5a
here.
Don't
take
any
wooden
nickels,
and
keep
the
babies
off
the
ground.

7. Much,
much
be5er.
Nicer
decor,
piano,
stained
glass.
.
.

8. Big
stucco
house-­‐-­‐that's
Edith
Goodytwoshoes.
She's
married
to
one
of
my
Legacy
spares
and
is
probably
trying
to
kiss
up.
No,
I
can't
get
your
husband
Mor$mer
a
job
in
the
Legacy
again.
And
I
bet
if
you
asked
him
he'd
say
he
doesn't
want
one.
He's
enjoying
life
as
a
spare.

9. Stephen
Stotch
trying
to
corrupt
my
cats,
Burt
and
Dizz.
.
.

10. Got
a
job-­‐-­‐now
for
the
next
item
of
business.

11. Nope.

12. When
I
pay
for
something,
I
do
not
expect
to
get
the
same
unacceptable
item
twice.
Try
again.

13. Publius
Numan$us,
from
Blite27's
Ten
Caesars
Legacy.
GeYng
warmer.
Bye,
Publius,
and
remember-­‐-­‐a
date's
not
lame
if
it
never
gets
started,
OK?
There
was
something
I
had
to
do,
and
I
thought
it
would
require
a
bit
of
explaining.
What
I
didn't
expect
was
this-­‐-­‐

14. Flavius
Marius:
PROFESSOR
BUTTERS!
Save
meeeee!
-­‐-­‐Yeesh,
Flavius,
will
you
hold
your
horses?
Flavius:
But
we're
married!
-­‐-­‐In
Blite's
Legacy,
not
here!
For
heaven's
sake,
I
hardly
even
know
you!
Flavius:
Where
is
everybody?
Where's
Drusus?
Where's
my
homicidal
aunt
Renee?
Where's
narrator
guy?
Where's
Publius?
-­‐-­‐Drusus
is
running
around
somewhere,
your
aunt
Renee
is
ac$ng
as
a
freelance
death
consultant,
but
she
doesn't
know
you're
here
yet.
"Narrator
guy"
was
last
seen
buying
toys,
and
your
cousin
Publius,
um,
just
le`.

15. PB:
See,
Flavius,
I'm
worried
about
you.
Over
in
Blite's
Legacy,
you
don't
stand
a
chance.
You're
like
a
guppy
in
a
tank
of
piranhas.
It's
only
a
ma5er
of
$me
before
someone
feeds
you
a
poisoned
mushroom
to
get
you
out
of
the
way.
.
.
Flavius:
This
isn't
mushroom
pizza,
is
it?

16. PB:
See,
I'm
an
Arts
and
Humani$es
type,
and
I
know
the
book
Ben's
basing
his
legacy
on.
You
could
be
in
real
trouble.
Are
you
processing
this?
Flavius:
Hmmm?
Oh,
yeah!
I
got
it.
PB:
So
you
can
hide
out
here
if
you
want
to.
I'm
pre5y
powerful
around
here
and
I'm
on
the
crime
track-­‐-­‐
they
aren't
going
to
touch
me.
Do
you
like
the
idea?

17. I
thought
you
might.

18. Burton:
Roman,
go
home.
We
got
here
first.
(with
apologies
to
Life
of
Brian)

19. PB:
So
the
first
thing
I
suggest
you
do
is
get
a
job.
You're
Popularity,
you
want
to
be
a
Hall
of
Famer,
easier
than
being
Mayor,
anyhow.
So
head
on
over
to
the
computer.

20. Focus,
Flavius,
you're
job
hun$ng,
ok?

21. I
said
focus!

22. Oh,
for
crying
out
loud.
You
really
are
much
too
op$mis$c,
you
know
that?
Get
out
of
that
stupid
llama
oudit
and
come
downstairs.
I
want
to
make
sure
you
really
understand
what's
going
on.

23. OK,
let
me
explain
this
again.
You
are
in
danger
over
there,
you
are
a
refugee
here.

24. You
can
hang
out
here.
All
I'm
asking
is
that
you
help
to
co-­‐host
this
next
chapter.
You
think
you've
got
it
now?

25. Flavius:
Uh-­‐huh.
Think
so.

26. I'm
here
as
a
pet,
right?
PB:
Um,
yeah.
That's
it.

27. Huh?
Publius,
I
thought
you
said
that
was
a
lame
date.
Why
are
you
calling?
No,
I
can't
go
out
with
you
because
your
dorky
cousin
thinks
we're
prac$cally
engaged
now.
If
I
throw
him
out,
he'll
be
kicking
over
my
garbage
can
forever.

28. Besides,
I
just
can't
bring
myself
to
do
it.
I've
become.
.
.Squeaky
Clean!

29. Yeah,
sure,
Sim
Self,
make
excuses
all
you
like.
Some
simselves
live
with
pirates,
some
are
gone
on
Don
the
Zombie-­‐-­‐mine
seems
to
have
a
thing
for
the
Dorkiest
Roman
of
Them
All.
And
before
you
go
saying
that's
weird,
ask
yourself-­‐-­‐how
many
simselves
have
been
with
Gage
Uglacy
by
now?
I
rest
my
case.
Look
on
the
bright
side.
There's
no
ques$on
as
to
who'll
wear
the
pants.
Flavius
doesn't
even
own
pants.
And
this
was
all
his
idea.
Give
him
credit,
because
he
doesn't
get
too
many
of
those.

30. OK,
Flavius,
you're
on.
Explain
the
rules
of
the
Squeaky
Clean
Legacy.
Just
read
the
text
off
the
prompter.
Flavius:
The
rules
say
that
only
girls
inherit,
and
they
have
to
be
really,
really
well-­‐behaved.
Heirs
can't
WooHoo
outside
of
marriage,
and
they
have
to
Try
For
Baby.
No
room
for
baby,
no
Try
For
Baby,
no
WooHoo.
Wow,
sure
glad
I
didn't
sign
up
for
that
one,
huh?

31. He's
got
that
right,
folks.
When
we
last
le`
the
Squeaky
Clean
Legacy,
the
heiress
Daisie
Mae
had
just
had
twin
girls,
Delighdul
and
Moonbeam,
producing
an
heir
and
a
spare
and
absolving
her
from
"marital
du$es"
for
the
rest
of
her
adult
life.

32. Her
husband,
the
former
Remington
Harris,
did
not
appear
to
be
very
happy
about
this,
but
the
house
is
packed
with.
.
.
the
founder's
husband,
Shane;
their
son
Earthquake;
their
son
Ralph;
the
twin
girls;
their
cats
Darling
and
Thay,
and
a
ki5en
on
the
way.
No
room
for
babies,
no
WooHoo.
I
held
out
the
hope
that
he
might
be
allowed
to
Try
For
Baby
to
hit
the
Impossible
Want
of
Ten
Children,
since
they
have
one
son
in
college
and
another
who
tragically
died
of
a
mysterious
disease.
And
now
it
all
hangs
on
what
Remington
rolls.
If
he
rolls
that
Impossible
Want,
it's
elixir
for
them
and
a
lot
of
caffeine
for
me.

33. Ah,
this
would
be
the
mysterious-­‐disease
kid,
Tiny,
a
vic$m
of
his
mother's
Simsanto
Science
sta$on.

34. Tiny:
Howdy,
Gramps!
Be
seein'
ya
soon!

35. Poor
Daisie
Mae-­‐-­‐no
wonder
she's
thinking
about
po5y
training
in
her
sleep;
it's
about
to
start
all
over
again.

36. Make
that
two
ki5ens,
a
boy,
Sugarcane,
and
a
girl,
Sweetheart.
So
now
we
have
four
cats
and
seven
people
in
a
tooth-­‐achingly
pink
house.

37. Who
do
you
think
Shane's
talking
to?
That's
right-­‐-­‐my
simself.
No
way,
Shane,
not
even
in
your
palmy
days-­‐-­‐no
way.
Much
less
now
that
you've
got
one
foot
in
the
grave.

38. I
was
trying
to
figure
out
who
on
earth
Shane
was
dreaming
about,
when
I
realized
that
he
was
dreaming
of
his
palmy
days.
Oh,
to
be
young
again.

39. First
picture
of
Moonbeam.
She
may
turn
out
to
be
cute!
Hard
to
tell
what
the
face
is
going
to
be
like,
but
another
blue-­‐eyed
blonde
like
Grandma
and
Daddy.
Just
to
make
things
confusing,
Remington
has
dyed
his
hair
brown
and
Daisie
Mae
has
dyed
hers
blonde,
but
you
can
tell
it's
not
her
natural
hair
color
if
you
look
at
her
eyebrows.

40. And
of
course
Grandpa
adores
li5le
Delighdul,
who
looks
as
though
she's
going
to
look
like
him:
jet
black
hair
and
huge,
huge
lips.
Oh,
well.

41. Remington,
you
missed
the
party.
As
in,
totally.
It's
over.

42. But
there's
s$ll
$me
to
max
your
body
skill.
So
close
to
your
LTW
of
Captain
Hero.

43. Whoops.
Sorry.
Your
so-­‐called
"friends"
decided
to
stop
being
your
friends
five
whole
minutes
before
you
were
promoted.
And
now
there's
two
days
before
you
go
to
work
again.
If
we
had
a
cowplant,
I'd
be
up
for
invi$ng
them
over,
but
it
wouldn't
help.

44. Earthquake
grows
up,
he's
fat,
he's
off
to
college.
At
least
he's
maxed
Crea$vity.
To
me
he
looks
pre5y
much
like
every
other
male
Goodytwoshoes
except
for
his
brother
Joe,
so
there's
no
thrill
there.

45. Genera$on
three
of
the
cats.
This
is
the
male,
Sugarcane.
.
.

46. And
here's
the
female,
Sweetheart.
This
is
what
you
get
when
you
breed
an
all-­‐white
Angora
to
a
tuxedo
cat
and
the
resul$ng
ki5en
to
a
Birman.
We
can
only
keep
one,
and
it's
hard
to
pick.
Sweetheart
is
cuter,
I
think,
but
the
kids
all
love
Sugarcane.

47. Shane,
you
old
scoundrel.
How
you
doin'?
Yes,
of
course
I'm
willing
to
try
and
make
an
old
man
happy.
Horribly
enough,
my
simself
has
two
bolts
with
him
and
with
Remington.
Hey,
listen
up,
simself-­‐-­‐unless
you
want
to
have
seven-­‐plus
kids
and
stretch
marks
you
could
hide
a
Volkswagen
in,
you'll
give
the
Family
Sim
guys
a
wide
berth.

48. Hooray,
Remington,
you
did
it!
You
made
Captain
Hero!
So
what's
your
new
LTW?
Remington:
To
raise
twenty
puppies
and
ki5ens!
No
freakin'
way.

49. Birthday
$me
again.

50. Delighdul:
Hooray,
hooray!
I'm
Delighdul!
Whatever
you
say,
kid.
Linda
Stotch
and
Chrissy
Stra5on
have
been
invited
because
they're
Remington's
friends,
but
I
have
to
watch
them.
They're
not
above
a
li5le
husband-­‐stealing-­‐-­‐at
least,
I
don't
think
Chrissy
is-­‐-­‐so
we've
go5en
the
bubble
blower
to
distract
them.

51. And
this
is
Moonbeam,
who
didn't
make
it
to
the
cake.
She
grew
up
pla$num,
yes,
but
also
prac$cally
asleep
on
her
feet.
I
suspect
that
she
may
grow
up
to
be
pre5y.
We'll
see.

52. So
tuckered
out
that
she
has
a
wonderful
party
in
her
sleep.

53. Ralph
grows
up
Knowledge-­‐-­‐max
Seven
skills-­‐-­‐and
immediately
starts
working
on
geYng
them
all
in,
becoming
an
overachiever,
and
geYng
himself
abducted
by
aliens.

54. Remington
gives
him
cleaning
lessons.
Remington:
Now,
son,
you
watch
out
for
that
Simsanto
Sta$on.

55. Ralph:
DUH,
Dad,
I'm
just
scanning
it
for
prints.
Wonder
what
he
finds?
Daisie
Mae?
Renee?
Me?
We
all
had
a
hand
in
Tiny's
death.

56. Shane
is
geYng
really
really
really
old.
He
could
go
any
minute,
and
I'm
trying
to
keep
him
$dy
for
the
occasion.
The
toy
store
is
almost
ready
to
pass
along:
Remington's
earned
his
silver
toymaking
badge
now
and
has
had
almost
all
the
business
perks
passed
along-­‐-­‐at
least
the
ones
that
Shane
had.
The
business
teeters
from
level
two
to
three
to
back
again,
and
it's
partly
because
of
the
gold
sales
badge
employees.
They
hard
sell
and
$ck
off
customers.
Remington,
with
a
whopping
one
Charisma
point
and
no
sales
badge,
is
actually
doing
be5er
by
simply
doing
a
basic
sell
and
showing
customers
items
they're
already
looking
at.

57. Daisie
Mae's
switched
over
to
the
Paranormal
field,
so
now
we
have
a
bone
phone.
Remington:
Rrrrowl.
Love
the
new
work
uniform.

58. Oh,
don't
worry.
I'm
sure
you
can't
get
pregnant
anymore,
right?

59. Um,
I
mean-­‐-­‐I'm
prac$cally
sure.
Remington,
admit
it-­‐-­‐you
like
geYng
your
poor
Knowledge
Sim
wife
knocked
up.
Over
and
over!
Remington:
Well,
yeah.
Then
she
stays
home
and
pays
a
li5le
a5en$on
to
me,
when
she
isn't
talking
to
the
mirror.
Don't
take
it
personally.
She's
trying
to
max
Charisma,
the
only
skill
she
hasn't
maxed
already.

60. Daisie
Mae:
Dang
elixir.

61. Hmm.
How
many
ways
can
you
say
"this
is
not
a
good
$me?"
We're
back
with
the
darned
headmaster-­‐
private
school
thing
again.
Daisie
Mae's
the
best
cook,
but
she
also
has
the
most
charisma,
so
I
assign
her
to
the
tour.
The
girls
come
back
from
school
all
stressed
out
from
lack
of
fun,and
they
both
brought
li5le
school
friends,
so
I
make
Shane
volunteer
to
make
pork
chops.
And
that,
of
course,
is
exactly
when
Grim
comes
a-­‐knockin'.
Daisie
Mae
sobs
hysterically
throughout
the
tour.
Remington
finishes
up
the
pork
chops.
I
wish
I
could
say
that
he
was
distracted
by
Shane's
death,
but
actually
it
was
a
pet
brick,
and
he
burned
them.
The
girls
got
in
by
the
skin
of
their
teeth,
but
they
got
in.
The
hulas
don't
come,
but
Shane
gets
a
pla$num
urn.

62. Flavius:
Wow.
So
there's
go5a
be
a
lot
of
ghosts
over
there
by
now,
right?

63. Well,
there's
three.
Luckily
Ralph
is
a
Knowledge
Sim
and
enjoys
seeing
them
while
he's
out
watching
for
aliens
by
the
crypt.

64. Tiny:
Ooga-­‐booga,
Mom!
Take
that!

65. You
know
what's
sad?
Dying
in
your
good
suit
and
then
floa$ng
around
in
this
hideous
polo
shirt
for
all
eternity.

66. Daisie
Mae's
been
pregnant
so
many
$mes-­‐-­‐and
she's
pregnant
again-­‐-­‐that
we're
both
sick
to
death
of
the
Maxis
default
clothes.
With
a
li5le
hack
from
Squinge
and
a
nice
retro
dress
from
all-­‐about-­‐style,
we've
got
some
decent
maternity
wear,
finally.

67. Ralph
maxes
Logic
while
s$ll
wearing
his
Weiner
World
uniform.

68. Shane:
Great
job!
Ooga-­‐booga!

69. Purple
Bunny,
who
writes
the
Pira$cal
Legacy,
stops
by
to
talk
to
Moonbeam.
Purple
Bunny:
The
expansion
pack's
supposed
to
be
out
in
a
week
or
two.
Moonbeam:
Oh
boy
oh
boy!

70. Purple
Bunny's
not
the
only
simself
in
town.
A
lot
of
them
can
be
seen
at
the
Crypt
o'
Night
Club,
like
Renee-­‐-­‐
Renee:
Hey,
even
a
death
consultant
has
to
unwind
some$mes.
When
there's
too
many
kids
in
a
house,
they're
glad
to
see
me
coming.

71. And
Ephemeral
Toast,
the
author
of
Apocalypso
A
Go
Go.
"Pinball?
'Juice?'
Couches
to
jump
on?
Sign
me
up!"
Let's
hope
she's
not
drinking
to
forget
the
Gage
Bachelor
Challenge.

72. Daisie
Mae,
what
do
you
think
you're
doing?
You
had
twin
newborns
a
few
hours
ago.
You're
on
leave.
Daisie
Mae:
Remington's
home.
They're
his
babies.
And
if
I
don't
get
to
go
to
work,
I
think
I'll
scream.
This
li5le
autonymous
going
to
work
thing
speaks
volumes
about
Daisie
Mae's
boredom
with
motherhood.
Her
mother
Rosie
would
never
have
gone
to
work
if
there
were
babies
at
home.
In
fact,
she
didn't
go
to
work
when
I
insisted
several
$mes
and
finally
got
fired.
Night
and
day.

73. Rosie:
Waah!
What,
are
you
worried
that
they've
forgo5en
you?
Rosie:
Nooo!
My
daughter
doesn't
adore
babies!
Well,
you
were
a
Family
Sim.
She's
a
Knowledge
Sim.
She's
doing
the
best
she
can-­‐-­‐cut
her
some
slack.

74. Daisie
Mae:
Augggh!
Tiny!
I
confess!
I
knew
the
Science
Sta$on
was
dangerous!-­‐-­‐oooh,
a
ghost.
That
is
so
cool.
Seriously,
I
wouldn't
touch
the
Science
Sta$on
again
if
you
paid
me.
The
thing's
a
deathtrap-­‐-­‐fine
if
you
want
someone
to
die,
and
fine
to
collect,
but
not
to
use.

75. Ahah!
A
Roman
at
the
family
toy
store!
Cave
canem
and
caveat
emptor!
Looking
closer,
it's
Drusus
Nero,
a
nice
Family
Sim.
Hmmmm.
Will
he
buy
some
toys?

76. Looks
like
it!
The
business
is
doing
a
bit
be5er
now
that
Remington
doesn't
bother
to
call
in
the
employees
very
o`en.
Up
to
level
four
and
coun$ng.
Of
course,
none
of
that
helps
if
someone
stupid-­‐-­‐Lisa
Ramirez,
not
to
name
names-­‐-­‐decides
to
come
in
and
play
with
her
cat
right
in
front
of
the
register
so
the
customers
can't
be
checked
out.
On
the
other
hand,
she
was
stupid
enough
to
come
to
the
house
uninvited
and
to
buy
both
second
genera$on
cats
for
over
6,000,
so
we're
not
complaining.
Wonder
how
Checo
liked
that.

77. Yet
another
birthday,
and
I've
wangled
an
invite.
That's
Joe,
Tiny's
twin,
in
the
background.

78. Sunny
here
looks
as
though
she's
about
to
burst
into
a
medley
of
show
tunes.

79. Remember,
sweetheart,
it's
"Remington."
Rem-­‐ing-­‐ton.

80. Oh,
go
ahead,
buy
two
more
cakes.
Let's
grow
Delighdul
and
Moonbeam
up
too.

81. Moonbeam:
Voooo
Gerbits!

82. One
blond
Popularity
Sim
comin'
right
up!
LTW-­‐-­‐have
twenty
simultaneous
Pet
best
friends.
Enough
with
the
Pet
wants,
people.

83. And
Delighdul
rolls.
.
.
Romance.
Celebrity
Chef.
Possible.
Moonbeam:
All
right,
sis!
We're
gonna
tear
this
place
apart!
They're
right-­‐-­‐there's
never
been
a
Romance
or
a
Popularity
Goodytwoshoes
before.
Can
you
be
a
Goodytwoshoes
and
s$ll
be
a
Romance
Sim?
Don't
tell
Delighdul
about
the
no
WooHoo
rule
yet.
Let
her
enjoy
being
a
teenager
for
a
while.

84. And
with
eight
count
em
eight
kids,
Remington
rolls
the
want
for
ten.
Houston
to
Mission
Control-­‐-­‐ten
kids
is
a
go.
I
repeat,
a
go.
Rolling!
Daisie
Mae:
Can't
he
have
them
for
a
change?
Hey,
I'm
just
happy
that
we
have
four
girls
now.
Plenty
to
choose
from.

85. Remington:
Shake,
Sweetheart!
I
couldn't
give
up
either
Sweetheart
or
Sugarcane.
They're
both
too
cute
and
everybody
rolls
wants
for
them.
So
they're
both
being
trained
as
the
next
Petacy
heir.
Sugarcane
was
fired
because
of
a
bad
chance
card
and
was
in
the
red
for
a
while.
I
had
to
wake
up
Remington
to
go
play
with
the
cat
so
he
wouldn't
run
away
from
home.
By
the
way-­‐-­‐cats
with
jobs;
what
kind
of
sicko
came
up
with
that
idea?

86. Back
at
Maison
Bu5ers,
a
party
is
in
progress,
strictly
to
make
Flavius
happy.
SimMe
doesn't
like
par$es
and
as
a
player
I
despise
them.
But
two
bolt
chemistry
makes
it
a
piece
of
cake
to
get
Remington
over
there
and
to
manipulate
him
into
singing
karaoke
$ll
he
drops.
I
hope
he's
not
having
a
midlife
crisis.

87. Flavius:
So,
Remington,
I've
been
on
one
date,
how
about
you?
Remington:
Hmmm.
Yeah,
I
think
so.
Maybe-­‐-­‐um,
two?
Twenty
years
ago?
This
was
sad
enough
that
I
tweaked
Remington
and
Daisie
Mae's
turnons.
They're
up
to
three
bolt
chemistry
from
one
and
now
they're
chasing
each
other
around
the
house
telling
each
other
dirty
jokes.
Second
honeymoon,
I
guess-­‐-­‐they
didn't
have
much
of
a
first
one.

88. Hey,
Flavius,
enjoy
your
party?
Flavius:
Yeah!
This
is
so
way
be5er
than
ancient
Rome!
He
is
doing
pre5y
well
here.
I'd
swear
that
he
brought
over
his
own
bizarre
nega$ve
charisma
and
the
dog-­‐eat-­‐dog
stuff
from
Blite's
Legacy.
So
far
he's
autonymously-­‐-­‐
-­‐-­‐
jumped
my
simself
(who
seemed
to
like
it)
-­‐-­‐went
to
say
"what's
this?"
about
the
same
lamppost
all
the
Patricians
are
hung
up
on
-­‐-­‐stolen
my
poor
nice
Legacy
spare's
Lobster
Thermidor.
Twice.
Hey
Flavius,
just
because
everyone's
be5er
behaved
here
doesn't
mean
you
can
be
a
bully!

89. Sunny,
I'm
afraid
things
are
too
busy
and
chao$c
for
a
party.
Please
grow
up
now.
Sunny:
OK.

90. You
too,
Wolf
Gal.
Wolf
Gal:
What
kind
of
name
is
that?
Like
the
other
names
so
far,
mostly
from
the
comic
strip
Li'l
Abner.
Hey,
it
works.
Your
Dad
is
addicted
to
pork
chops,
just
like
the
hero.
In
fact,
he
set
fire
to
the
kitchen
with
them.
Twice.

91. Oh,
my
gosh,
honey,
run!
Ralph's
on
his
way
to
college!
Having
go5en
to
eight
or
be5er
on
most
of
his
skills
and
tryed
for
alien
abduc$on
for
more
than
a
week,
it's
about
$me.
Ralph
and
his
brother
Earthquake
are
going
to
build
a
Greek
House
from
scratch,
or
maybe
they'll
wait
for
the
girls;
because
it
looks
as
though
we've
got
enough
girl
Goodytwoshoes
for
a
whole
sorority.

92. Whatcha
wri$n',
Daisie
Mae?
My
magnum
opus.
It's
a
novel
about
a
young
and
brilliant
woman
who
marries
her
maid
and
has
to
put
aside
many
of
her
dreams
in
order
to
raise
the
ten
kids
he
wants
to
have.
The
maid
becomes
a
superhero
cop,
but
a
cop
is
s$ll
a
cop.
Then,
well
into
the
marriage,
they
rediscover
passion-­‐-­‐something
they've
never
really
known
with
each
other.
Autobiographical?
Yes-­‐-­‐that
and
inspira$onal.
I
want
women
the
world
over
to
know
that
you
can
breathe
passion
back
into
a
lukewarm
marriage.
The
frilly
maid
uniform
helps.
On
him,
I
mean.
Whatever
keeps
you
pla$num,
Daisie
Mae.

93. Well,
it
was
a
bestseller!
Congrats!

94. Moonbeam:
Don't
listen
to
Mom,
Sunny.
Life's
not
about
skilling
$ll
you
fall
over.
It's
all
about
having
lots
and
lots
of
friends!
Especially
pet
friends!
Sunny:
Wow,
really?
Look
at
you.
You
look
like
Barbie
n'
Stacy
and
you
live
in
a
house
that
looks
as
though
it
were
designed
by
Waylon
Smithers.
I'd
say
yes.

95. Remington:
Whoo!
Ten
kids!
All
riiight!
Li5le
Grace
and
Charity
are
born
and
the
family
is
so
excited
to
see
them
that
Remington,
the
babies,
and
Daisie
Mae
are
trapped
in
a
corner
of
the
room!

96. Daisie
Mae:
Yes.
Ten
kids.
Are
you
sa$sfied
now,
you
sadist?
Yes.
And
soon
it
will
be
college
for
all
of
them.
You'll
want
all
your
daughters
to
have
an
educa$on,
right?
So
there's
a
lot
of
skilling
ahead
of
us.
Meanwhile,
can
Remington
get
the
business
up
a
few
notches?
Can
he
earn
that
toymaker's
badge?
How
are
Hopeful
and
her
ex-­‐vampire
husband
doing?
Is
my
Simself
really
Squeaky
Clean?
The
answers,
at
least
some
of
them,
in
a
new
Squeaky
Clean
Legacy!