2.3. To Be or Not to Be Wrinkly 
Kristy: I can’t heeear you, boys and girls! You want to see another magic trick?
Louise: Can you magically make this legacy make sense?
Kristy: I’m a magician, not a miracle worker.
Louise: Kay then, welcome back to the Hollander legacy, guys! Last time, we installed a lighting mod that makes my screenshots look like the secret love child of a unicorn and a Disney movie… Oh, and I guess we kicked out You-Know-Who, too. Yeah, it was Voldemort; we kicked out Voldemort. Glad to finally be rid of him. But this time ‘round there’s a lot less jerk and more Kristy doing magic.

Kristy: Tadaaaa! Flowers!
Louise: Kristy is doing pretty well, after her gig she’s a level 3 magician.

Louise: However much we’d all like to stand around watching Kristy and her audience get drenched (that includes Leslie), though, things are happening in the Hollander house proper.

Louise: Like Sherman derping.
Sherman: I’m so confused because Leslie isn’t here, but Leslie’s baby’s babies is here even thought Leslie’s baby isn’t...

Sherman: And now I’m confused because I’m wrinkly. I wonder if Leslie can explain…
Louise: Yeah, Sherman is old and wrinkly.

Louise: Speaking of wrinkly, Flo isn’t wrinkly anymore.
Flo: Ouch, that’s kind of low, even for you.
Louise: Yeah, sorry, Flo. It’s too bad you’re dead and all.
Flo: Oh, it could be worse.

Flo: This nice gentleman assured me there’re rocking chairs in the afterlife.
Grim: I can also promise you that you won’t see these weirdoes for quite a while.
Flo: That’s actually a good deal.
Louise: … I have to agree.
Sherman: I am distressed. Can Leslie come home soon?
Louise: Sure, but let’s just say buh-bye to Flo properly.

Louise: Goodbye, Flo. You sure were handy to have around as unpaid babysitter. I’m eh… sorry about the whole taking you away from your husband so you never saw him again before he died. But fate is cruel and so am I. We will miss your silky jim-jams and rocking out.

Louise: Luckily, no one has to feel any pain because we have a Moodlet Manager and Leslie has her final birthday.
Leslie: I have led a long, gruelling life but finally I have my happy ending!
Sherman: I’m going to blow my horn straight through Leslie’s back.
Louise: … I’m not even going to remark on how wrong that sentence came out. Oh, well…

Leslie: YAY MY WRINKLES WILL MATCH SHERMAN FOREST’S!
Sherman: YAY!
Louise: Don’t ever stop making stupid faces, Les.

Leslie: Okay! *Makes stupid face*
Louise: Fabulous.
Kristy: I should still be emotionally distraught over
Jim Voldemort being kicked out and my friend dying, but I’m smiling despite everything.

Louise: Oh, bless, you thought the birthdays were over… the birthdays are never over! Let’s see our immobile diaper soilers become slightly more mobile diaper soilers! First up is Trish, the evil twin. I mean, literally. She is the evil twin to Keegan.

Louise: Reason #435 to love toddlers: Crosseyed derpiness.
Sherman: Leslie’s baby’s baby is slightly bigger! *clap clap*
Trish: Guuh guh! (Translation: I have a brilliantly evil plan!)

Louise: Keegan ages up to look just as derpylicious.
Keegan: Bwa bwah! (Translation: D-do you think maybe these sparks will set the floor on fire? I think they maybe will oh no!)
Louise: What? Toddlers can’t really talk, you know. Rachyl could, yes, but she’s special. Very, very special. And all Kristy ever said was wocky chère.

Louise: Toddlers are freaking elegant. You wouldn’t understand – it’s called
being stylish.

Leslie: Excuse me?
Louise: Huh?
Leslie: This chapter is becoming horrendously incoherent. Do you mind if I skedaddle off to France to marry off my beautiful daughter to the first random Frenchman who will have her?
Louise: Oh, sure, I- wait, what?

Leslie: Come on, let’s go, dear.
Kristy: Okay then. I guess, with Voldemort gone and me wanting another baby, I have to find someone else to have a baby with.

Leslie: That’s right, dear.
I want more fabulous grandbabies *Dun dun duuuun*
Louise: That is one devious old lady.

Louise: Well then, I guess next time the Hollanders will spread their taint abroad. Vive la France! Next time, Kristy talks to a lot of Frenchmen and Leslie drinks more nectar than is recommended by medical professionals. See you then!