This is what friends are for!
After another morning of half-hearted gem-collecting, Stealie felt like making a friend. I guess diamonds aren’t a girl’s only friend. Well, if we’re going to the trouble of making and having friends, they might as well be rich. Enter Agnes Crumplebottom:
Agnes is the sister of Cornelia Goth and lives in this house all by herself:
Actually, perhaps she doesn’t live all by herself. In the bottom left corner there you can see the tombstone of her late husband Erik Darling. It is a mystery why he is not among the living. Agnes, what did you do? (I have been watching too much Hitchcock.)
Instead of interrogating Agnes about the fate of her husband, Stealie opted wisely to ask simply, “Agnes, what do rich people eat? And could we have some?”Turns out the glitterati of Sunset Valley eat cereal. Hmmf. “Yum! Thanks, Agnes!” Perhaps it’s spiced up with bits of dead husband.
And then they started watching TV. Aw, man, rich people are just as boring as normal people…
“I hate it when they smoosh the credits to half the screen and talk over the credits! Now we’ll never know who the casting director was!”
We tried mooching money, but Agnes stingily refused. Stealie does not hide her disdain. Feel free to zoom in on her face below:
Okay, fine. We’ll play with Agnes a bit to raise their friendship score a bit. We wanna get in the moocher friendzone!
Pillow fighting. Harmless, I suppose…
Uhh, Stevie?? Yoohoo!? What have you been smoking? Oh I just know there were bits of Erik Darling in that cereal!
She looks like she’s about to stab or strangle Agnes or something. Did I tell you I’ve been watching too much Hitchcock recently?
“Is this how you did it, Agnes? Is this how Erik died?!”
As morbid as their roleplaying was, this is how they became friends. Agnes is now Stealie’s first and only friend. But then…something happened. They looked like they had gone nuts, and then Agnes had gone…well, just…gone.
Agnes had rushed to the bathroom, there was a puddle on the floor…and they weren’t friends anymore.
Turns out rich people can’t afford a house with good natural lighting either.
Afterwards, they patched up from other, more wholesome ways of hanging out. Chatting et cetera. Seeing how overdecorated the place was, Stealie finally broached the mooch:
As you may gather from Agnes’ face, no luck. But they were friends again. But Agnes still refused to let Stealie sleep over. “I don’t know you well enough,” she says. C’mon, we just witnessed you pee yourself!
Around nightfall, Vita Alto spontaneously came over. (Heh, it’s interesting to see Sims who are my main Sims in other stories in a parallel world.)
What Vita and Agnes have in common: they’re rich.
Stealie extracted the trash compacter from Agnes’ kitchen. She managed to do it surreptitiously. How does that work?!
When Vita stormed off to watch TV by herself upstairs, Agnes and Stealie sat down to chat. Here Stealie is sharing her “mastermind plot” (this is straight out of the game–it must know that we’re doing the Klepto King challenge!):
“All your sparkly base are belong to us.” Indeed.
“Oh, Stealie, you exhaust me with the epicness of your plots! I shall go to bed now!”
But first she had some more dead husband to chop up:
…while Stealie lounged around and “enjoyed” the surroundings.
“What a lovely fountain you have, Agnes.”
Dammit! She failed to swipe the fountain and got the curtain instead. I said FOUNtain, Stealie! Not CURtain! Way to use up our precious swipes in a rich Sim’s house!
But Stealie quickly got on my good side by scoring our first car! The challenge limits us to swiping a total of five cars ever, so this is quite an auspicious start to our grand theft auto record. The obligatory action shot follows:
Now you see it…
We skedaddled off the premises before Agnes noticed. And so, back to our favorite haunt, the park:
Still hankering after a fountain, Stealie went to the central area.
…but got two wooden chairs instead.
Next best thing: the statue we’ve been eyeing since a coupla days ago:
You know, people often lament the lack of pockets in women’s clothing, but that evening gown seems to have no problem accommodating that car or the huge statue. Stealie, where can I get a dress like that? “Oh, I don’t remember. I probably stole it in a past life. Now let’s go home.”