Devault Legacy 3.3
Warning: Minor swearing.
Previously: Chandler married April Fuents. Anita died the night of their wedding. Gustave died before the Devault family moved to Twinbrook. Curtis married his girlfriend Juliana Wilson shortly after moving in with her. April was pregnant and gave birth to a girl named December. Later, she had a baby boy named Eugene. Overwhelmed with their new responsibility as parents, April and Chandler had a time machine baby. A teenage girl named February arrived out of the time machine to help her parents as a babysitter.
The adults birthday arrives.
As soon as Chandler goes to work, he gives himself a makeover.
Chandler: I still look sexy.
April: Eww. Did you just throw up?
February: Yeah. It's thanks to that damn hygienator you put under my bed.
It's Eugene's birthday!
Like December, he has his dad's eye shape. I think the eye color comes from the Fuents.
Chandler: Who is my big boy?
February: So, which voice in your head told you to throw a swimsuit party when you don't have a pool?
Curtis: The summer's apparel must occasionally be paraded.
February: And, why did Aunt Juliana marry you?
February: Was it because she's too nice to reject your proposal?
Curtis: I'll take into account welcoming a killjoy to another event.
February: She's way too pleasant and talented for someone like you.
Chandler: It's been a while since I've seen you. Your hair has grown a lot.
Curtis: Long hair usually comes with age.
Chandler: Do you mind if I give you a hair cut?
Curtis: Thanks, Cus!
Curtis: My head is much lighter now.
February: Geez, this party is boring. Time to lighten things up.
February: With my knowledge of the future, I should be able to rig this toilet, so that it-
Curtis: What are you doing?
Curtis: I don't like you using our our lavatory for nefarious purposes. You need to leave.
Chandler: I am so embarrassed. I can't believe you got us kicked out of my cousin's house.
February: The party sucked anyway.
With the way everyone constantly throws up, it's no wonder the toilets are always clogged.
Chandler: Why aren't we paying the maid to do this?
Chandler: ARGG!
April: Ignore that, Boyde. You are the best maid ever.
The first thing she does when she gets home from school is do her homework. Not very rebellious.
April: Eugene, it's time to use the potty.
April: Now, sit here.
Push it!
Chandler: You want to have another baby?
April: Please, just one more.
Chandler: Promise this will be the last one.
April: I promise.
During school, February befriends her second cousin: Timothy.
February: I heard they turned the Red Rendezvous into a bar. I say we go check it out. You up for it?
Tim: Don't they check for IDs?
February: That's the best part. They don't! No bouncers.
Tim: Good. I thought you were going to ask me to make us fake IDs.
February: You can do that?
Tim: Did you forget? I'm a genius.
February: Man, this place is busy.
Tim: Must be happy hour.
February: Oh. Then, I should get us something to drink.
Tim: Good luck.
After forming a group with Tim, February rolls a wish to kiss him. Nope. He is your second cousin. It's not happening.
February: I wonder what Tim would like. Probably something that's not girly.
February: I'll have two llama heads.
Barkeeper: Sure, coming up.
February: Here's your drink, sir.
Tim: Damn, you're right. They don't care.
Chandler: Unfortunately, I've been put in charge of bathing because of your mother's fear of water. I have no clue where your sister is.
Chandler: See. This isn't so bad. Please don't become hydrophobic like your mother.
After a few more drinks, they are buzzed enough to try karaoke.
They are horrible, but the only person paying attention seems to like it.
Tim: Hey, Feb. Do you know what time it is?
February: No, but I'm not tired.
Tim: Dude. Curfew is in an hour. I got to go.
February: No, man. Don't go.
February: We still haven't tried all the drinks they sell. Let me buy us another round.
Tim: You don't understand. I Have To Go. The last thing I need is to get picked up by the cops. I can't let that get on my record.
February: Yo, screw the man. I'm staying out until I pass out.
Tim: Suit yourself.
February: I'll have one Big Mistake, please.
February: Man, this is no fun by yourself.
February: I'm getting tired anyway. Better down this and get home.
Looks like someone is waiting just outside.
February: Be cool, Feb. Just keep walking as if you're doing nothing wrong.
February: Look, she's getting into her car and driving away. Now, get into the taxi before she changes her mind.
She passes out in bed and no one is the wiser.
April: Ugh...eating breakfast this morning was a waste.
The last baby is on its way.
December is unimpressed by the swinging chair.
December: I like the playpen better.
Bernice calls Chandler up to change her hairstyle.
It might not last since she's aging up in a few days.
On my first full moon, April pops.
Also, ghosts infest the house.
Gustave: Look, darling. It's your favorite show.
Anita: Yeah, but I've seen this episode before.
April: A birthday is a perfect excuse to invite the family over.
April: Hmm, I should invite some kids as well for December to play with.
Chandler: December watch TV for a while until we get your birthday party set up.
April: I can't tell if it's the hygienator that's making me sick or the baby.
And of course, a bunch of random people from town arrive to crash the party. At least one of them is decent enough to bring waffles.
Since April visits the neighbors often, she is best friends with Juliana.
April: I have some good news. I'm pregnant!
Juliana: Again?
Juliana: Congratulations.
April: I heard you gave birth to your little boy last night.
Juliana: Yeah. We are going to wait a little while before we have another one.
Curtis: Hey! Lady, those are my waffles!
Curtis: You really told her, Curtis.
Only the maid cares about December's birthday
Curtis: Was that sarcasm? I'll show you.
This hair doesn't really fit her. I should download some new hair styles.
April: Happy Birthday, December!
December: Wow! An activity table! Thanks mom!
April: As soon as your dad gets home, he'll set it up in your room upstairs.
Since Chandler's charisma skill is high, he befriends all of his clients.
Sofia: Chandler, you make my ass look so hot in these shorts.
Chandler: I really-
Perhaps, it makes him too charismatic.
Sofia: Sizzling hot.
Chandler: Please don't.
Tim: Your parents still haven't found out about the other night?
February: Nope.
Tim: Dude, you're lucky.
February: It's not called luck. It's skill.
December: Welcome home, Daddy! Are you going to set up my new activity table now?
Chandler: That's what I told her.
Chandler: I don't know if she will get the hint though.
December: ...You aren't going to set up my new activity table...are you?
Chandler: "I'm happily married and I'm not interested" doesn't seem to be enough for her.
Disappointed, December heads upstairs to check on her brother.
December: Are you hungry, Eugene? I have a bottle for you!
Eugene: Bottle!
Chandler: Can you say coffee? As in: Daddy needs a cup of coffee in the morning before he attempts to teach his son how to talk.
After school, February takes a trip to the salon.
Doug: Oh, hi February. Your dad isn't here right now. I think he's out on some house calls. He might not be back for a while.
February: Thanks. I'm not looking for him.
February: I want a tattoo.
Tattoo Artist: How old are you?
February: Eighteen.
Tattoo Artist: You don't look eighteen.
Tattoo Artist: Hey, aren't you Chandler's kid?
February: No.
Tattoo Artist: You look awfully familiar.
February: Look, are you going to give me a tattoo or not?
Tattoo Artist: Not unless you have a photo ID with your birth date on it.
February: Hmm, I've seem to have left my driver's license at home. However, my wallet feels awfully heavy. How would you like an extra twenty for your services?
Tattoo Artist: Nope.
February: Please give me a tattoo! I've always wanted one so badly. Do you know how cool I would look if all the kids at school saw that I had a tattoo?
Tattoo Artist: Sorry, you have to be eighteen to get an tattoo. Unless you have proof of your current age, I can't give you one. It's the law.
February: Screw the man! You can't let the man rule your life! Live life on the edge and fight the man!
Tattoo Artist: The man is paying for a roof over my head and meals on my plate. The last thing I'm going to do is break the rules for one teenager and risk the chance of getting fired.
February: Pathetic. I pity poor souls like you being played by the man.
December: I take your pawn with my bishop.
December: Ha, rookie move.
December: What? No, it isn't! I just took your piece.
December: Yeah, it is. You fell for my trap. Checkmate!
December: Ugh! No fair! You must have cheated.
Somehow with this game, December maxes her logic skill.
April: December, I hate to interrupt your playtime, but could you do me a favor?
December: Sure. What is it?
April: The baby is coming, and I need you to go upstairs.
December: What? Upstairs? The baby is coming?
April: Quickly, get your father.
Meanwhile, upstairs.
Chandler: These wrinkles only enhance the sexy older man look I can pull off so well.
After rushing April to the hospital, she gives birth to a boy. They name him Gavin.
December: Dad, have you ever thought about ways you could help the environment?
December: One of the most simple ways is by planting more trees. Our backyard is pretty bare and I know you have some experience with gardening.
December: Just think about how such an easy thing as planting a tree could help create a brighter future for us.
Chandler: That's very nice, sweetie. Looks like Sofia Carlton is throwing a pool party.
December: You weren't listening at all were you?
Eugene's birthday finally arrives.
His shyness doesn't really make sense since he's also friendly, but I think I can work with it.
Curtis and Juliana are invited to the birthday party, and the first thing they do is woohoo in February's bed.
April: Happy Birthday, Eugene. I got you a birthday present.
Eugene: Wow! Thanks Mom!
Eugene: Oh neat! It's a baker's half dozen stand!
Chandler reaches the top of his career. Since he hasn't earned all of the trophies in this career, I'll let him work a little longer.
December: Hurray! It's bed time!
February: There's something wrong with you.
December: Mmm! What's that smell?
Eugene: Muffins! I'm baking muffins.
December: Yumm! Can I have one?
Eugene: No. These are for customers.
Eugene: Paying customers. If you want a muffin, you'll have to pay for it.
December: You're selling muffins? Oh my gosh! That sounds like fun! Can I play?
Eugene: It's not playing. It's making money.
December: Oh, okay. Then, I would love to work in your lovely establishment. I wasn't prepared to bring a resume, but if you don't mind waiting, I can type up my previous experiences in the retail and food serving industries.
Eugene: What?
Eugene: You can play with me. Why don't you do the cooking, and I'll start selling?
December: Yay!
It's not long before they have their first customer.
Old lady: My, my, what do you have here?
Eugene: It's a bake sale...
Old lady: What's that darling? You'll need to speak up.
Eugene: It's a bake sale.
Old lady: What?
December: We're having a bake sale! We have muffins for sale!
Old lady: Oh, wonderful. I'd love to buy a muffin.
Eugene: We have two different types of muffin: plain and blueberry.
Old lady: What's that?
Old lady: Oh, it looks like you have two different kinds of muffins. What's this kind?
Eugene: Blueberry.
Old lady: Ruberry? I think I'll stick with plain.
Old lady: Here, you go young man.
Eugene: Wow! Thank you!
Old lady: Thank you. These look yummy.
December: Eeek!
December: Ugh! It smells! *cough cough*
December: Oh no, I've burnt them.
Surprisingly, the kids get a lot of customers.
Baled Teen: Wow, those smell good.
Eugene: These are freshly baked muffins made by me and my sister.
December: The blueberry ones are organic!
Baled Teen: Well, I'm sold. I'll take a vanilla muffin.
Adrienne: (Bernice's daughter) Ooo, are you guys having a bake sale? I'll have one!
December: I've made organic muffins! They are healthier.
December: This is so exciting! We've sold so many muffins!
Eugene: It looks like no one wants the blueberry muffins.
December: Huh? Why not? They are organic!
Eugene: I don't know, but you better make more plain.
December: Let's switch. I want to try to sell some.
Boyde: Are you kids having a bake sale out here?
Eugene: Yep!
December: Come buy one. They are delicious.
Boyde: I'm sure they are, but I'll have to take a rain check.
Next Time: Birthdays and Moving.