Selling Out
Okay, that's enough of living in the deep chasms of poverty, let's try moving up in this economically fueled world.
Starting with a new outfit to reflect our economic improvement.
I'd take looking like some dumb tourist over looking like some dumb hobo any day.
Anyways, we should have enough money to move out of here if Blaise does well on this case today.
And for a bit of extra cash, let's try a bit of child labor.
We're going to take this stand that I found some hobos sleeping on and try selling some sweets at the park.
Doesn't that sound exciting?
All we need to do is make some dirt flavored pastries using this easy bake oven I found some hobos using for heat.
Today is our last day in this cramped little apartment, so let's try to make the most of it. Or at least make it quick.
Starting with having cookies for breakfast. Since it's the only edible thing we have left.
Khan, like Hercules from Geek lore, starts panicking at the thought of chocolate-flavored sweets.
Wait, the toilet's clogged!
Finally! Something to do in this house!
Anyways, I have Gengis clean up the toilet while juggling getting Kendel, Khan and Blaise ready to go.
To wrap up Blaise's case more quickly, I'm going to have the happy couple work together. Today we're going to find evidence to arrest a man suspected of attempting to join an organized crime syndicate.
Good lord, what was she thinking with that dye job?
Oh, uh, I mean...Gengis doesn't have to go to work today, and Blaise doesn't even have an inkling of a clue about Gengis's line of work, so I don't think we can be any worse off with having him tag along.
Wait, I think I'm forgetting something...
Oh.
Well that's what I get for multitasking. Between getting everybody ready for school or work, I didn't notice that I accidentally told Gengis to blow up the toilet rather than clean it.
Well, that's fine. We'll let the next owners of this house worry about it.
So, this time we're going to dig for actual evidence for this case, rather than "confiscate" a sweet stereo system--
Wait, why are those two in their wedding outfits?
Anyways, we're going to multitask for this. Our first clue is hidden inside of Gengis's lungs, apparently.
Afterwards, Blaise is going to sift through his mail one more time and try looking through the house for clues again. Gengis, we need you to dig through the garbage.
...need you to dig through the garbage...
dig through the garbage
Alright, let's see what we can find about our criminal friend here...
Nothing too convicting in his mail, so let's try the more direct approach again.
Wait a second...what's that sound...
That sounds like...like...
A man in a chef's hat turning a page of a romantic drama novel!
Trust me, I'm pretty good at these things.
We can't do anything with this guy sitting right in front of the door way! I guess we'll just have to see what Gengis has found.
Okay Gengis, what have you got for us?
...That's not very helpful.
Well, apparently Gengis wants to keep it, so we're not going to judge him for it.
Well, this is a dead end. Let's just turn this case in while Gengis transforms the teddy bear into a cellphone. We didn't get anywhere, but maybe our client will come back to us with another lead.
As for now, it's time to collect our paycheck.
Huh? Is she bowing?
It's nice that she appreciates our help, but we don't need formalities. Her money does the thanking for her.
Oh wait, no. She wet herself and Blaise's shoes.
...
Well, thank you for your time.
We should really start charging extra for mental patients.
Meanwhile back at the apartment, Gengis is playing games with Kendel.
Although the games themselves are somewhat one-sided.
While Khan here at the Easy Bake Oven Bakery is going to be trying his hand at baking some muffins for our bake sale.
This well help him out with a possible interest in cooking later on in his life, and if he does good enough we could sell these muffins for ridiculous prices.
Besides, It's an easy bake oven, these muffins practically cook themselves.
And even if they aren't that good, people will fork over as much as you ask them for if you just say they're for some charity thing.
What!? How do you wind up burning these muffins!
Gengis uses more energy eating ice cream than this thing!
Okay fine, we can just try again.
This time, let's cook it using our MIIINDS.
Huh.
That turned out quite well, actually.
In the meantime, Blaise is spending her free time at the local lounge.
Pfft. Like that's anything special, Blaise can do that with her eyes closed.
Actually, let's try that. We need a bit of extra money anyways.
Let's see if we can snag some extra cash tending to this bar.
What do you mean we're "not good enough"!?
How do you expect us to get better if nobody with a bar in this city isn't too smug to let us try tending it?
...Maybe this venue is too "high class" for Blaise.
Let's try the lower floors. There's a sleazier bar on the bottom floor we can try tending.
Good god, is there something in the water here or what?
Yep, this is lower class, alright.
And apparently nobody is tending the bar here!
Now it's time for Blaise to shine!
Well, the Garrsons are done packing up for our new home, all that's left is the dining room.
You know, we have so many memories of this place. Sometimes it's almost nostalgic to look back and remember all the changes this place has gone through...
Well that was fun, let's see how Blaise is doing.
No
seriously, it's like half of these women are living near nuclear power plants.
Well, not a single person has gotten at drink at this bar, and Blaise's "Wants" are all filling up with her desire to start punching people.
No really, it seriously is.
And meanwhile, not a single person has even done so much as
glance at Khan's bakesale muffins.
And that's when I realized something.
The game is
glitching.
I can't do anything involving transactions between two people, like Blaise and a drink to a customer, or Kendel and a brownie to a buyer.
So the only person who winds up even
tasting these things are Kendel, and--
--AND don't think that I haven't been noticing you sneaking a taste on our bake sale products--
--And so unless the glitch spontaneously combusts, the Garrsons are cursed to be failed salesmen for the entirety of their lives here in Bridgeport!
Which sucks. Thankfully, we still have enough money to move out of this hell hole apartment. So I guess we can just leaves these pastries to collect flies and feed hobos or something.
If you have any suggestions on how the Garrson family should spend tomorrow, additions or changes in their clothing or house, or anything else just post them in this thread.
