Broccolo asked me to make a delivery to Gladys tonight, so I took the package (a jungle camo shirt) to her. She seemed to like it.
Kitt was still sick today, so I bought some medicine for her once again. It helped her so much that she started doing some dangerous-looking acrobatic moves, risking the life of her child. I don’t think she’ll be winning any “parent of the year” awards.
When I told Broccolo I made the delivery for him, he thanked me and gave me some ceramic tile. “Nothing screams Mr. J like some ceramic tile,” he quipped. And any time I read a sentence with “Mr. J” in it, I can’t help but to read it in Harley Quinn’s voice.
I caught a few summer beetles and sold some fruit, so that I could get my bank balance up to a nice, cool 25 million bells.

Twiggy told me that she got an e-mail
I headed up to the Roost to check out K.K. Slider’s Saturday night performance. He played some salsa for me.
I bought some medicine for Kitt, since she was sick with a cold. But I’m not so sure that flipping upside down is a good idea when you have a joey in your pouch. It doesn’t have a seat belt, does it?
Static also asked me for a fossil, but his wasn’t for an e-mail scam. So I found a sabertooth torso for him. He rewarded me with 552 bells.
Cousteau, the Frenchie frog, was telling me how he always used to forget about bathing. Yikes. He admitted to being a “stanky” frog.
Bud asked me to make a delivery to Bunnie, so I took her the gift (a wrap shirt). She actually liked it a lot.
I then returned to Bud to tell him I made the delivery. He thanked me and gave me a robo-floor for my trouble. He also couldn’t resist making a pun about his name.