Cranky Horse, Fishing Tourney

There was a new house in town, and I found Roscoe the black horse inside.

Roscoe: Wait a minute, who are you? Were you in one of these boxes? Oh, you live in this town?

Roscoe isn’t bad, but of course he is another cranky villager! So once again, I have eight crankies in town! It may have been an interesting novelty at first, but it’s really annoying for my cranky count to keep going back up to eight every time I get rid of one. Ugh!

Anyway, the fishing tournament was held today, and only pond smelts were eligible. But that wasn’t a problem, because the river was loaded with them. I had no trouble catching this one.

I caught a pond smelt! Whew! This guy's ripe!

I took it over to Chip, and he measured it for me: 4.9 inches.

Chip: Ah, it's...a 4.9-incher!

That wasn’t big enough, because Boomer had a 6.1-incher. But I didn’t give up; I caught two more fish. The next one was 6.2 inches, and it took over the top spot! Chip rewarded me with a siphon. The other one was 7.0 inches, and Chip gave me a folk guitar.

In the recycle bin at town hall, I found a country guitar. I wonder if this was someone else’s tourney prize that they didn’t want? 😛

I rode the bus out to the city, and I asked Phineas for a bubble blower. It’s nice that the bubbles are unlimited in this game. 🙂

Phineas: Have you ever noticed when there are bubbles in the air, it's impossible to frown? Or is that just me?

Later on, I returned to the game to see if my 7-inch pond smelt held on for the win. Chip confirmed that it did! I’ll be getting my trophy in the mail next time.

Chip: Today's winner was a fine, succulent 7.0-inch pond smelt. Caught by you!

At the Roost, I told K.K. Slider I was feeling grumpy, and he played K.K. Rock for me.

K.K.: I've got the tune to nix that frown and kick it clean out of town. It's a little ditty called K.K. Rock.