I cared not for love, [just] money.
Oh. He has a point.
Meh, we get all our news from the intarwebs! Besides, we’re too busy moochin’ and stealin’ to keep up with the goings-on of the world! Got bigger fish to fry.
In that shot above, Stealie’s not actually in the water. She’s standing on the sand. Hmm.
You’d better get some evidence before you start drawing conclusions, Vita! If you were to go to the police, we got a lot of dirt on you, too!
That’s enough threatening for today. On to our Mooch Montage:
“This is your lucky day, Gobias! My pamphlet on method acting is on sale. Would you like a copy?”
“Wow, even at the large amount of $34, that’s a steal!”
“Heh! You can’t spell Stealie without ‘steal.’ For a limited time, you can also buy my improv acting DVD for only $9!”
“Wow! You rock, Stealie!”
Oh yes, that reminds me…in the Sims world, there are rocks on the ground free for the collecting. Stealie took off running:
A teensy rock lay at the bottom of the cliff, in a dip in the sand.
Whoo! It turned out to be an uncut luminorious gem, one of the more valuable kinds of Sims gems.
As though on cue, the sun set. It was time to select the next stop on our tour of Great Houses of Sunset Valley. While fishing, we’d admired the house on the cliff, the Wolff residence, and so it was here that we headed in our still-shiny ride:
Morgana Wolff was standing around on the porch, still in her scrubs, thinking about the medical supplies that she’d pilfered from work. She kept thinking of about them for a while. She wasn’t the only one who was distracted, as there was something rather expensive catching our eye:
They stood around in the Wolffs’ home gym for a while. That Morgana sure loves to chat. Stealie began itching to start the mooching. She got her chance soon enough.
“Wow, Stealie! I love that face you make. You must teach me how to do it.”
“Well, all you have to do is jut out your lower lip in a grimace, and inflate your nostrils a bit.”
“Well, no. Really think of all the bajillions of simoleons in the world for you to take. Oh, the glory! Oh, all the lamps!”
“Keep at it. You’ll get the hang of it.”
“I’ll try. Thanks for the lesson, Stealie. Here’s $9. Whew, who knew a little of bit of facial exercise could be so fatiguing…”
With Morgana off to get some beauty sleep, there were no more prying eyes. Stealie returned to the item that had been so distracting earlier:
“This garage could also use some better feng shui.”
“Too much clutter here. Downsize.”
“Okay. My feng shui senses cannot operate in the darkness now.” Whatever you say, Stealie.
Stealie, I know you have a thing for blue lamps but please stick to something a bit more valuable. Yeah, like the exercise equipment. I bet the Wolffs never use it and it’s just taking up space.
She was about to go for the exercise machine, but I cancelled it and told her to go for the treadmill in the mistaken belief that the treadmill is more expensive. Oops! Sorry, Stealie!
“Grrr. I might as well have gotten that blue lamp I wanted.”
Well, at least the Wolffs didn’t catch us downsizing their assets without their permission. Throughout the spree, Morgana and Thornton slept peacefully and solidly, without even a dream bubble to disturb the night air:
We went home to the fanfare of achieving our wish to reach $25,000 in net worth. Whoo! Well done, Stealie. Though we could’ve been half a grand richer had we gone for that exercise machine…or that sun disk outside…or that fridge…oh well.