Gnomish Behavior 3: Go get me some nuts

      After the horrible debacle of creating Bunbuns, Jr., Bill sits back to contemplate his next move.
      "What if I had an army of annoying bunnies? If it's one thing bunnies can do, it's reproduce!" he says to himself.

     Another witch shows up on the lot. Rose names her Broomhilda.

     And then there are three bunnies. They name the third one "Third".

     And the fourth one "Fourth". Fourth likes his name, although he wishes everyone would call him 'Forth' instead.

    Bunbuns and his offspring are on a roll. They name the fifth one "Fifth."
    "And the sims themselves suspect nothing!" Bill laughs.

     Hyacinth comes back from visiting her sister at another house. When Bill tells her about his success with the rabbit gnomes, she gets bored and falls asleep.

     "Fourth, you do realize you're watching the back of the television, don't you?" Hyacinth asks.

     "Please. I've asked you to call me Forth." he responds.

     "They both sound the same. How do you know I wasn't?"

     "I can tell."

     "And yet, you can't properly watch a television set." Hyacinth points out.

     "The eldest will surely win the heir vote." Hyacinth says with a smile.
     "She's not even in the running." Bill points out in a bored voice.
     "What?!"
     "Yeah. The maker doesn't like her features, and she doesn't want to pass them down to the next generation."

      "Then, surely the second child, also a witch although he prefers to be called otherwise for reasons I don't understand, will win. He's very highly qualified." she says.

      "Probably not."

     "And then the frog started hopping around and around the turtle before it splashed into the pond, making a big mess and not cleaning it up afterwards. The turtle told the frog it needed to be more polite to which the frog replied 'ribbit' in a very rude way. It's really a shame that turtles can't give the bird because of how their feet are made. I don't see how giving someone a bird is rude other than the thing might poop everywhere and leave feathers all over the place for the sim to clean up, but they talk about it alot." Third continues to ramble along to the very-good-at-listening plants.

      "Ah, my favorite show is on." Fourth says.
      "They turned the TV off." Bill says laconically.
      "I know that, but I'm watching it in my head."

       "Yeah! Get him in the nuts!"
       "I like nuts. Go get me some nuts."
        Junior and Fifth like sitting out in the setting sun, watching the boys and their games.
        "Not those nuts."

      Fourth follows Bill upstairs to the bathroom. "Whatcha doing?" he asks.
      "I'm getting in the way of anyone trying to use this shower."
      "Why?"
      "So I can be annoying."
      "Why?"
      "Because I hate sims! This is something easy I can do to further wreck their measly, little lives."
      "Why?"
      "Because that is my purpose in life."
      "What's my purpose?"
      "Apparently, to annoy me even more than I can possibly annoy the sims in this house."

      If only Bill knew about the terrifying world of monsters under the bed, he might be able to make use of them.

     "The heir has been decided, and he has no magic ability in him!" Hyacinth protests to Bill one day.
     "Then will you finally join me in my quest to annoy the sims of the Robles household?" Bill asks.
     Hyacinth ponders it for a moment, and she finally decides that for as long as there is no witch heir in the house, then she will do her best to make the sims miserable.

     Bill calls for reinforcements. "My brother from up north... waaaayy up north." he explains. "He's Mr. White Christmas, also known as Mr. Snow, Mr. Icicle, Mr. Ten-below. We call him Snow Miser for short."