Rosie’s Rental Fee

On Thursday, I knew for sure that Felicity wasn’t moving out. That’s because Punchy was moving out instead! And it was too late to stop him! 🙁

Punchy: Well, you probably already know, but I'm leaving this town, in jail.

Oof. That made me wish I had just let Felicity move out. Any time you save one villager, there’s always a risk a better villager could go next instead. Well, I’m sure we’ll meet again, Punchy. Until next time.

Over by Able Sisters, I had a little chat with Rosie. Apparently, she just learned that there’s a third Able Sister.

Rosie: Everyone thinks there are two sisters...but there are really THREE OF THEM!

But she didn’t know who the third sister was, or that she works at GracieGrace in the city. Rosie wondered if the other sister was abducted by UFOs or joined the circus. 😛 I went into Able Sisters and talked with Mabel, and she threw some shade at Gracie.

Mabel: OK, here we go... AHEM! Unlike OTHER designers, we at Able Sisters think fashion is for everyone.

I rode the bus out to the city, and I spotted two of my all-time favorite villagers there: Bob and Goldie! 🥰

Goldie and Bob hanging out in the city.

Yesterday, Big Top wanted to borrow Rosie’s DVD of Dr. Shrunk’s Laffs and Gaffes, Volume 7. But Rosie said she was short on money, so she was going to charge him 3,500 bells per week as a rental fee. Big Top wasn’t happy, and he said he could just buy it for that much.

Big Top: WHAAAAAAAAT?! At that price, it would be cheaper to buy it!

Today, I received Punchy’s goodbye letter in the mail.

Dear Jeff, Moving day is finally here, and I keep thinking of the fun times we had. Those memories are what I'll take with me to my new town, not just boxes and stuff. -From Punchy

Monty asked me for a new greeting, and those are never as fun as the catchphrases. But I told him to make some monkey sounds, “ooh ooh ahh ahh,” to be specific. 🐵

Monty: Ooh ooh ahh ahh!

Down at the Roost tonight, K.K. Slider performed “K.K. Salsa” for me. It’s not a bad song, but it’s the same one he sang for me three weeks ago.

K.K.: All right, get ready to dig the riffs on this ditty: K.K. Salsa.