Welcome to "Gooperella," my entry for the Fairytale Fantasy 2009 Showcase. This is the classic tale of a lonely sim and his magical Fairy Godmother. Anyway, feel free to give my guestbook a sign if you like what you read! Enjoy!

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Once upon a time, in a land not very far away, there was a very tacky house. Now, in this very tacky house lived a very tacky man. His name was Goopy.

Now, Goopy was...Hey, wait a minute. Where is he? Goopy? Goopy?
"Psst, narrator. Over here."
Oh, there he is!

Sorry, Goopy. You were blending in with the plaid.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Nothing. Now, let me finish me story.
"But..."

Now, Goopy was very, very sad. Mortimer Goth was having a ball, and had invited all the townies in the land...except for poor Goopy. He was much too tacky for the Goths' taste.
"Hey...the ladies love them some Goopy."
Stop interrupting me!
"Sorry."

Ahem...
Suddenly, there was a loud crash in Goopy's kitchen, followed by a puff of yellow smoke.
"What was that?!" Goopy shrieked, looking at the kitchen door as a kind looking old lady shuffled into the room.

Well...maybe not kind. Maybe a very evil old woman, but you get the point.
"Who...Who are you?" Goopy asked.
"I'm your Fairy Godmother! I'm here to help, you sniveling little pig."
"...More like scary godmother," Goopy mumbled.

"Besides, aren't you that creepy lady with the purse, Mrs. Crumplebottom?" Goopy asked, wondering why this crazy woman had taped some wings to her back and broken into his house.

"I'm also Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Pink Social Bunny on weekends. What's your point? Do you want my help or not, you ungrateful young man?" his Fairy Godmother snapped.

"Oh, yes!" Goopy said. "I want to go to Mortimer's ball."
"Well, first you need some new clothes. Yours look like they belong to a confused country singer."
Goopy stood up and walked over, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"What do you mean?" Goopy asked.
"You're so tacky. Even your house is tacky. I see why nobody likes you," his Fairy Godmother snapped.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?"
Oh, poor Goopy.

"Stop whining. I have places to be!" the fairy snapped, waving her wand.
"Crumply...Crimply...Boo!" she shouted.
"You're not going to sing now, are you?" Goopy frowned.

However, he was suprised as his clothes began to sparkle. He could feel his skin tingling as the magic affected him.
"What...What's happening?" he shouted, but the strange feeling soon subsided.

"Oh. Hahaha. You look great," the fairy laughed, pointing rudely and chuckling.
"What. What's wrong?" Goopy frowned.

"Do I look fabulous?" Goopy asked.
"You sure do," the Fairy Godmother pointed and laughed some more, clutching her belly.

"Ahh! I'm a girl. Change me back! Change me back!" Goopy screamed, looking down at his lovely leopard-print frock.
"Oh, come on. You could be the belle of the ball."
"Change me back!"

"Oh, fine. Don't get your panties in a knot, ma'am," Mrs. Crumplebottom laughed some more, waving her wand.
"Let's try something a little more classic."

The magic swirled about Goopy as he began to change again. Gratefully, he felt his body return to normal as a new outfit formed on his skin.

"There. A wonderful smoking jacket. Classy," she said boredly, hiding a yawn. She hated making people happy, but such things are common for people with black holes for hearts. But that's another story.
"I don't know," Goopy said. "It's really not me."

"Are you ever happy? The point is to make you less ugly. You'll take what I give you and like it!" Mrs. Crumplebottom shouted.

"Can we try once more? Pwetty Please?" Goopy asked, frowning like a baby and giving Mrs. Crumplebottom his puppy dog face.
"Oh fine. As long as you stop looking at me like that."

The fairy waved her wand again, outfitting Goopy in a wonderful purple animal-print suit.
"Oh yeah. That's what I'm talking about. Foxy," Goopy smiled, checking himself out.
"Oh brother."

"What did I do to deserve this?" Mrs. Crumplebottom groaned, smacking herself in the head.
"What now?" Goopy asked, grinning
"Ugh....We have to get you a new car. It's in the rules. Show me whatever hunk of junk you drive now."

The two shuffled outside into the bright, sunny day.
"Everything looks so much brighter," Goopy beamed.
"Weirdo..."

"Well, here we are. My baby," Goopy smiled proudly at the wrecked pickup truck in his driveway.
"This hunk of junk?" the fairy frowned. "We'll have to fix that! No wonder people laugh at you!"

"Abra Kadabra!" she shouted, once again waving her wand.
"Woohoo!" Goopy shouted, waiting for his hot new ride.

A beautiful carriage of ivory and gold appeared in the drive. It was pulled by two magnificiant horses.
"There, a carriage," Mrs. Crumplebottom said. "I'm going home now."

"Boo! I don't want this! And the horse is...oh, eww. All over my driveway."
"No! Bad horsie!" the fairy shouted.
"Can you try again?" Goopy asked.
"Fine," Mrs. Crumplebottom rolled her eyes, "Something a bit uglier for your liking?"

With a wave of her wand, she conjured a horrifyingly painted sports car. In reality, she'd stolen it from Big Pete's House of Used Vehicles. Shh...Don't tell no one.
"That's perfect!" Goopy smiled.

"Thanks, Mrs. Crumplebutt."
"That's fairy to you, Mister! Now you have to be home by three AM..."
"Four AM!" Goopy protested.
"Two AM!"
"Three AM!"
"Midnight! And that's final!" the fairy smacked him.
"Fine..." Goopy frowned rubbing his head.

As he pulled out of the drive, Mrs. Crumplebottom smiled to herself, glad to have helped him.
But.....wait. You're smiling, Mrs. Crumplebottom?

"You're the one telling the story, you no good narrator! Now get that camera out of my face before I hit you with my purse!"
Well...now that I fear for my life, let's continue.

Soon, Goopy arrived at the ball.
"Hey, what are you doing here? You weren't...Hey, you look hot Goopy," Cassandra Goth said, swooning.
"And don't I know it, baby. Kaching!"
Oh brother.

Goopy had a wondeful time. First, he mingled.
"Now, Mortimer what are your feelings on the electronic microgathering of atomic alliances in the middle of September?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I don't know," Goopy shrugged.

Next, he danced...very poorly I might add. But, that's when he saw the girl of his dreams.

She was the most beautiful girl in the kingdom. She had long, cascading locks of gold and a face perfect enough to belong to a porcelein doll.
Wait a minute. Could you get out of the shot for a second, Clarissa?
"Oh, sorry, narrator."

Ahem..the most beautiful girl in the kingdom, Sandy Bruty. She looked at Goopy, and he looked at her. Their eyes met in a really cliched moment, in which they fell in love.

"Hey, baby. You want some of the Goopster?"
"You want some of the Sandmeister?"
Sandmeister? Goopster?
"Shut up, narrator."
Everyone hates me....

Anyway, the two were soon married. The Goths threw an enormous wedding and invited all the townies in the kingdom.

Soon, they moved back to Goopy's Tacky Shack and had three glorious children. Their names were Goopy Jr., Sandy Jr., and Crumplebutt Jr. After all, Goopy felt he needed to repay her for what she had done....even if she was an evil, cruel woman. Anyhow, they all lived somewhat happily ever after and all that jazz.

~The End~

Wasn't that a nice story kids? Bye bye now...But wait...Mrs. Crumplebottom...What are you still doing here?

"That was a terrible story!"
Oh, I thought it was cute...
"No, it wasn't! I hate happy endings."
Oh, yeah? Well, how would you have told it.

"I would've set the house on fire and let everyone die. Then I'd beat their ghosts to death with my purse! Humph!"
But that doesn't make any sense...Oh, never mind. On that note, I bid you all farewell.

I hope you enjoyed the tale of Gooperella. Thanks for reading.