Part 61: Ep. 44: That's Totally How Geology Works, No, Really

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: Last time on MySims Agents: A clandestine mining operation--underneath the hottest dance club in town!


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While preparing to go back to the industrial district and meet with Dr. F, Sam discovers that Agent Walker needs his help. Again.



: ... investigating it. Anybody hungry?

Since this dispatch mission relates directly to Morcucorp, Sam commandeers it via executive fiat.



Finally, we'll get Travis that pizza! Also, Annie gets her first chance to shine--for a rock star, she's awfully smart--and Elmira comes along to make everybody feel worse about themselves.



Team Travis dispatched, Sam pulls on his trenchcoat and fedora and hops on the train. In case it isn't obvious, these little shots of Sam and Buddy on the train (or in the jet) are also our 'now loading' screens. When we've actually been pushing plot along, Buddy will often have something pithy to say during the transit.



And back we go. Oh, look, the Morcugirls are still here, persisting in perpetuating their cover story. Let's go bother them!

: How's it going, Esma?

: Gah! Just leave us alone, do-gooder!

Aw, she doesn't like us any more! What about Brandi?

: How's it going, Brandi?

: Just leave me alone, you nosey noser!

Big talk from a woman who doesn't even have a nose. Let's make sure everything's still okay at the club.





Looks fine! Let's head out. In order to get to the lab, Sam cuts through the junkyard. He's picking his way through the mess when Agent Walker texts him.



I have to wonder what special ringtone Sam has set for Walker. 'The Imperial March'? ... 'Weapon Of Choice'? Anyway, let's check in with the junkyard gang before we go. Just in case.

: What's new, Gabby?

: Ya think that doctor feller knows better than to try stealin' any more of Gabby's junk? Mind checkin' in with him just to be safe?

Sure, we were headed in that direction anyway. So what's up with Barney?

: What's new, Barney?

: I just don't know. Maybe I should see if that crazy professor has some sort of anti-gravity sails for my boat...

You know, I'm beginning to feel a bit--

: What should we do now, Buddy?

: Gee, I don't know. That Dr. F guy seems pretty smart. Maybe we should ask him.

--railroaded. Fine, fine, back to the lab with us.



Dr. F and Alexa are deep in discussion as we enter.

: Dr. F, we're back.

Sam and Buddy head down to join the good doctor and his better lab assistant.

: Yes, yes. Just put the squirrels over there if you must.



Sam can now just take Dr. F in stride.



Dr. F, bored now, ignores us in favor of a comic book that he pulls out of his lab coat. It's up to Alexa to do what needs to be done, as usual.

: Some Morcucorp employees are mining a mineral called destinite.

: Odd. Destinite isn't common, but it doesn't have any real value. What else?

: They also tried to steal DJ Candy's sonic amplifiers.





... is that bad?

: Alexa, don't you see? If you stress destinite with ultra high-powered sonic frequencies, you can transmute it into fortunite!

: What's fortunite?

: It's an incredibly rare and powerful substance. In fact, only one specimen was ever discovered!



Gasp!

: Exactly. This Morcubus has a very clever science indeed...

: Can he really make his own fortunite?

: Yes, but it would be slightly imperfect. The only way you could possibly counter its power would be to find...



Dun dun DUNNNNNN! Buddy turns to Sam.

: How do we find the original fortunite, pal?

: I'm not sure, Buddy. Let's head back to the HQ. Maybe there's a clue somewhere in Evelyn's journal.

Sam and Buddy head out without further ado. Dr. F shouts after them.

: Good luck, Sam!

: We'll bill you for the consultation later!

And on that note we acquire a disco ball trophy, some new disguises, and yet more dispatch missions!

Technically we should be heading back to HQ, but Sam is determined to be methodical about these things. He calls Evelyn and gets her started on her research, then goes around to check in with everyone one last time.

: What's new, Dr. F?



Monkey likes it better when you don't touch his face. What about Alexa?

: What's new, Alexa?

: Not much, just trying to make sure Dr. F doesn't treat the fabric of the space-time continuum like cheap bathroom tissue.

You know, cheap or expensive, all bathroom tissue has the same basic use. Just sayin'. ... TOBOR?

: How are you feeling, TOBOR?

: Oh, you know. The usual. Enslaved by a heartless creator. But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you, fleshie?

He's just a laugh a minute. Sam turns to go and his phone blares in his pocket.



Wow! Greasy! Sam puts his phone away and heads back down the hill to the junkyard.

: What's new, Gabby?

: Gabby's just managin' the junk.

Barney?

: What's new, Barney?

Barney sighs.

: Just another lonely old man with a boat looking for a safe harbor.



Is it snide time? It's snide time.

: How's the gardening business, Esma?



So smug.



On the way back to the club, Sam gets another text from Agent Walker. Sam is vaguely offended on Gino's behalf.



Goddammit, we let Nova leave HQ for five minutes... argh. To the club!

: How are things going?

: The wave compression devices are once again operating smoothly. They thank you for your assistance.

Disturbing as always.

: How's it going, Sapphire?



Zack?

: Real good, Sam. Candy's got her groove back and is rocking the house!

Grit?



Sweet. Let's head back to HQ. We've got some research to do.


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: Next time on MySims Agents: Why do they call it 'research' anyway, pal? Is it because you search through the stuff that other people wrote after searching through the stuff that other people wrote after searching through the stuff that other people wrote? And, if so, wouldn't they call it 're-re-research'?