And so we begin...
Ruby: Hey Magic, did you hear the latest gossip? Ok ok ok..so I was walking down the street and...
Magic: Humpf. Not interested.
Whoa, wait a minute now. That's...Ruby.
Magic: Yeah. And?
And...its Ruby. Turn around, smile at her. Talk all nice like to her.
Magic: *raises an eyebrow* You're kidding right?
Ruby: Hey whaddya mean 'you're kidding'? Its me. Ruby! You love me remember?
Magic: Cha. As if.
Oh...(expletive deleted). I wasn't expecting this. At all. *sighs heavily*
Magic: Don't sigh at me. It's not my fault you made me Knowledge and not Romance
You're a real bitch, you know that?
Magic: Thank you.
CeeCee: Aww whats wrong Ruby?
Ruby: She doesn't like me.
CeeCee: It might just be me, but I'm thinking she might not really like anybody.
Magic: Hey Oydie. Let's um...go outside. I want to um...show you something.
Oydie: Okay!
Oydie: Is this an American game?
Magic: Yeah its called um...Knock the Bug From Your Shoulder. Hold real still...
Oydie: Okay!
Magic! Stop that!
Magic: What? We're just playing...
Wow. How many nice points do you have anyway?
Magic: Three. Why?
From inside the house, a yell for help rings out...
Angelia: Fire! Fire! Help! The fire is ruining my dinner!
Magic runs in to find the stove ablaze, bringing back memories of the last Backyard house...
Magic: My house! My stove! Toni!!!
Erm. Toni lives next door. It wasn't her this time. *eyes Angelia* Hey I have an idea. Instead of panicking and screaming for help, one of you could use that handy phone I installed for you to ohhh ... I don't know ... Call 911?
Studly Fireman: Did someone call 911?
Angelia: I did! *laughs wickedly as she slips her phone number into his pocket*
Aer: Save the Spaghettios!
Aer: Wow. Wonder what's up with Magic.
Lisa: I dont know. Maybe they were her Spaghettios.
Magic: blahblooblahbooFIREblahblooblahbloo
Doc: Zere zere little gurl. My name us Dohctor Kevor Kian. Up up she goes.
Magic: Fire. The...was...fire.
Doc: Jes jes, und a fire was zere. Fire all gone. Now the Magic, she goes to have und fun.
Magic: You mean.. I can...get a job?!
Magic: Oo! Oo! Thank you Doc!
Doc: Zat'll be und...$2000 simoleans.
*sounds of crickets chirping*
Magic: Get out.