Dowayne of Balm House (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} simantics) wrote,@ 2008-08-10 16:03:00 |
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Ishkabibble 6.3 (54/171 pics)
And for your delectation, the final part of the first multi-part Ishkabibble offering! Without further ado...
 Um. Kids. You may be working at cross-purposes here.  Well, at least Doctor's got his priorities straight.  I CAN HAS ROOF?  Now starring Princess Ishkabibble in the new movie, Failing Epically. The half-drawn cat on the easel back there wrote a review, which I excerpt here: "LULZ"  General continues to putter around the house, being disturbed by his mom being all round and fecund and shit.  Meanwhile, The Good Knight Ishkabibble freezes his good ass off in the night.  The Good Knight: Awesome, mom! I'm gonna have a kid brother or sister! I'm so excited! :D :D General: *stares at chessboard, lips trembling, hoping the pregnant thing moves away quickly* Delicate constitution General's got there.  Jumbles: Hey, kids. My, there's a lot of you. I'm porking your mom-- General: *goes pale, beads of sweat appear on brow, starts mumbling* ohgodohgodohgod Doctor: *shakes Jumbles's hand* Good work knocking her up. My practice will NEVER go out of business as long as she meets good roosters like you.  Of course York is smooching Jumbles in the bathroom outside of which a picture of her and Peter Sims, Doctor's father, is hung up. Of course. York doesn't understand the proprieties, and Jumbles doesn't care to see the pictures.  And then, twins! Baron and Count! Turns out Jumbles is really amazing at making out. And inducing labor. You know, one and the same.  Profesora and Princess are SO not amused at having to take care of the kids  while York celebrates the birth of her twins with Jumbles.  Then Doctor becomes a big boy and leaves. "And good riddance to you all!" he waves cheerfully. He's currently married to Caryl Hamilton with a set of twin boys named Sultan and Sheikh.  General is not a big boy yet, but he doesn't leave-- he gets the Hat of the Heir, since out of Doctor, Profesora, and Princess, he's the best bet for fug. Even if he doesn't precisely thrill me. Sigh.  So then York invites Joe to move in. Since York picked Joe's son as heir, it's Joe who gets to move in and live the high life in the new Ishkamanse. I think it's Ishkamanse IV at this point.  Presenting Baron Ishkabibble and his twin brother...  Count Ishkabibble. Both of whom are more attractive fug prospects than anybody else this generation. Oh Jumbles, you sexy thang you.  Count: COUNT WANT VIDEO GAMES NOOOOWWWW!!!! WANT FUNNNN!! GIVE NOW!!! AM A COUNT!!!! York: It cries! Ears! They hurt!  Profesora: Ugh. Childthing.  Profesora: I am done with this. Do you understand? Done. Finished. I wipe my hands of you, Count. Count: AM A COUNT!!!  And then it is time for the wedding of Joe Whathisface to York Ishkabibble, Generation 7 Heir. So York pulls out Sussi's shiniest face makeup and her best motheaten Halloween costume for the occasion.  And invites, um... all her babydaddies. York. Honey. This is not going to go well.  York: But they are my friends! Wonderful good friends! *beams*  Everyone applauds decorously enough at the calm kiss under the roses.  But then Joe starts singing, and the wedding party, as a whole, rises to its feet and howls in heartbreak.  And then, with a touch less decorum, they line up, variously weeping, howling, and declaring their bodily needs, to slap the everloving crap out of York. Princess: And furthermore, ME!  York: *sobs* My friends! They.... they... they HATED on me! The crowd: *mutinous rumbling*  York: Then again... my face is shiny :D Joe: Ha HA! I'm RICH, BITCHES! Slap her all you want, you won't get the money! IIIII'M RICH!  The various babydaddies decide to get to know their spawn, giving York the cold shoulder. Profesora: And I've been writing a manifesto about the treatment of animals, you know... Stephen Gould, Animal Control Officer: Really? I guess I should have stuck around, but your mom's habit of singing herself to sleep with nursery rhymes really creeped me out. Jumbles: Who's a cute little thing? You are! Yes you are! Just like Papa you are! Baron Ishkabibble: DADDEH! :D  I bet Joe's blogging about being rich. "Dear Diary, yesterday I married a bag of money. Today I spread it out on the bed and rolled around on it while laughing wildly. Ah, sweet comeuppance."  York: Jumbles, I sorry :( Jumbles: Well, if you make that sad little face... Peter Sims: The only way to fully express the depths of my heartbroken rage is to steal your newspaper! MY WRONGDOING KNOWS NO BOUNDS!  Baron: No, Count! It is mine, give back! Give back!  Baron: Coooount! It smell! You smell! Ewww!  Jumbles comes over a lot, and always plays with the kids when he does. Especially Baron.  Baron: Why you touching me? With you big nose?  Ahaha, Baron runs away from Joe. "Not the daddy, not the daddy, not the daddy!"  The Good Knight is floored by the newfound concept of weight and gravity. "Doors are heavy!"  LOL Princess is the target for every noogier in the house.  Twinspam! They're just so adorable. I love you, Jumbles.  Profesora becomes an adult and immediately falls on her ass, yelping, "College! Please! Let me go to university! NOOOOOoooooooOOOooo..."  Profesora: Bahduh, bahduh, college, bahduhhhh... Princess, loudly: Yeah, my sister just age-transitioned and went totally bonkers. That's what happens when you noogie the INNOCENT who NEVER PROVOKED YOU IN YOUR LIFE, you know...  Profesora: A profesora, not permitted to attend college... *evil mutterings* York, brightly: Bye-bye, baby! Visit Mommy, okay? General, in tiny voice: Mommy... love me?  The Good Knight becomes a teenager. Aww. He looks like his daddy, but it's not so bad, I guess.  Age transitions all round! Count Ishkabibble of the sinister black locks,  and Baron Ishkabibble of the luscious lips and adorable nose.  General is weak with gratitude. "No more late night bottle cleanings, thank everything good on this earth..."  York: I am a silver fox!! :D  Jumbles: Yes, yes, honey, of course you are. You can't have anymore kids, you say? Well, let's hop in then shall we? Joe won't mind, he's counting your money and laughing again. Unsettling laugh, you know.  York, singing on the back porch to the swimming pool and the plastic chairs, in her granny panties. Some things need no captions.  One day, Profesora comes back, with her hair dyed pink and in a long dress that still manages to be tarty. "Yeah, I'm pregnant. What of it? You certainly demonstrated the mechanics of it often enough!"  Profesora: And don't you touch me either! I haven't forgotten! The indignity! Not even permitted to attend university...  York, after Profesora leaves: I think... she wanted to go to college.  And with that clever observation, General becomes a big boy, and ages into oatmeal-colored clothes appropriate to his bland Maxis template face. Sigh. This was the best I could do, I suppose. Sigh.  And here is the mate that I have so kindly chosen for him, a result of previous genetic blending... Aina Young. As Bravo says, Watch What Happens! |
