The Let's Play Archive

MySims Kingdom

by Picayune

Part 29: Burning His Bridges Behind Him

Right, then! Where were we?





Gino grimaces and waves his arms, trying to make Gabby hush.



Gino looks around, terror in his eyes. Did anyone hear that? Apparently not!



Gabby heads out. Sam heads in.



Nope, didn't hear a thing, la la.

: Ooh... I hope he can be discreet...



Gino's going to just hang around the blacksmith's shack and worry, so let's follow Gabby instead. He's up here.



Gasp! Point!



: Durn shabby bridgework. Build me another one, Sam! And make this one good 'n' sturdy!



He's so mad.



... I'm just going to pretend that Gabby can see red goals because his droopy eye is MAGIC and you can't stop me.



Anyway, Sam builds a bridge. Or half of one. Now he needs more Mana. To Lyndsay!





And he walks face-first into an argument! Eventually it dies down and Sam can cash in some Essences.





Dang, that is a fine bridge.

: Thanks fer tha help, Sam. Time to make that order for Chef.



ooh ooh where you goin' can I come



um



Oh, is that what that was.



Let's go see what's up here!



A treasure chest full of sapphires!



And a piano scroll! Hey, something to do with all those Musical Notes.



A second mining spot, too! This one is largely the same as the first, but it also drops those blue things, which are called Electrobits. Because if there's one thing I always associate with cowboys, it's computer parts.



Anyway, Gabby's finished mining. Let's go see what's up.



Horseshoe!



Gabby hammers on the horseshoe for a while, then tosses it into the trough. It hisses as it hits the water.

: Alright, Chef. One lucky horseshoe. Jus' let it cool fer a second and it's all yers.



: Yes! Yes! Of course!



... uh oh.



The varmint looks around for witnesses, then snatches something out of the water.





He pauses to laugh evilly, then leaves.



why, that low-down lily-livered yellow-bellied sapsucker

...

... wh-what did I just say


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Next time on MySims Kingdom: Consarn that hoss-shoe rustler--now we needs us a posse.