|Is it? Is it?|
|Yes, it’s a strike!|
Last time, I had just been locked out of the house, with no apparent way back in. I started from the backyard, which contained the simple bowling minigame above and a garden with some fun animations.
|Like these playful carrots|
|But let’s forget about that and check the telescope|
|Is it meant to be a stylised Enterprise?|
We stop the regular blog text with a report on the annual Tedolympics! Our first clip comes from figure skateboarding contest, won for a third time in a row by Fatty Bear, with his “Skateboard like Egyptian” performance.
Now back to our regular blogging!
With backyard fully covered, I moved to check the front of the house. I spotted the garage, which opened up with my remote controller. Within I found an enormous sack of sugar.
|Seriously, is sugar really sold in such huge sacks in America? Here in Finland we have only 1 kg packages of sugar, but that seems at least a 10 kg bag.|
I found myself in a living room, with stairs going up to the floor where I began the game, and a door to the kitchen. Living room itself was just filler, with things like an answering machine with a message from Kayla’s dad about a puppy he had bought, an aquarium full of fish and a piano.
|Interface has usually been intuitive to use, but this was too complicated for me|
|½ what of milk? A litre, a canister, a kilogram? Units would be helpful|
With all the necessary ingredients and tools in my possession, I proceeded to bake the cake. Fatty sang “I am baking a birthday cake, for Kayla’s birthday party”, his bunny friend put the product in the oven, and I had a chance to decorate the result. In case I wanted, I could have baked another cake, but I decided not to.
|Kids, this is NOT how cows make milk|
|The first time on this blog I got to use my own creativity|
|Run little dog, run!|
While it was easy to lure the dog with a bone, Fatty still didn’t want to put it back in the box, not because he understood how wrong it was, but because the dog was dirty. I took the dog to the bathroom and gave it a bath. Then I could lock the poor thing back in its confinement and decorate this place of torture with a nice ribbon. Good job, Fatty!
Since I now had some cheese, I checked the door that was locked by a mouse. The mouse was happy to switch the key with the cheese, and now I could open the way to attic, where I could try different outfits for Fatty, mixing different headgear with different suit tops and suit bottoms.
|Pick your favourite in comments! Is it Super Fatty…|
|...Royal Chef Fatty…|
|...Leisure Suit Fatty…|
|...or Corona protected Fatty?|
|A as an aquarium|
|Kayla: “Yea, a dog!”; her dad: “Who on earth decorated here?”|