Talk to me when it’s still snowing in May. Otherwise you have no room to talk.

Well I don’t have any video games to play inside my house, so staying indoors would be kind of boring. Someone decided that they were too good for me, and I needed to play $5.00 a pop for them.

Ah yes. I almost forgot. The terrifying creature that wears the skin of another animal will soon be upon us, like some terrible Creepypasta.

Hopefully he brings some cool swag.

Absolutely. This is not at all because I’m too lazy to change. No Sir.

No. Wait your turn.

Do I have to make a decree that everyone has to wait for someone new too move in before they can even ask to move out? Because I will post that all over the town bulletin board. I will arm Booker. It won’t be loaded of course, because Booker’s an idiot and can’t be trusted with that kind of power. But it’ll look threatening.

Monique! I remember you! You’re that snooty cat who looks like Rose! And you’re a cat!

And she has a sense of humor about herself.

Hold on, Marina. You may have a chance to move out soon.

Is that like blue meth? Some special way of preparing it or something? I mean, I assume camping in another town is the ideal time to experiment with such things.

Is it you?

You know: the more I continue to not accept it when campers tell me no, they’re not moving, the dirtier I feel.

Still worth it though.

The joy of winning without having to show up for the awards ceremony.

Oh right, you. How did I end up letting Sally leave while you stayed?

Would the two of you just move in with each other already? I’m getting kind of sick of this. If you need me to like, legalize it first, or whatever, just let me know where to sign.

Kiki, you’re not this dumb. I think it’s about time you accepted that it’s not just your carpet you want to groom.

You said it Scoot.

And so, fishing for random swag that I’d never put in my house begins again!

If it was anywhere near here: it was a tire Marina. Just trust me on this: I speak from experience.

…ha! You crazy Marina. You crack me up.

Oh yeah. The cherry blossoms are gone. I kind of had hoped for a festival, but I guess they figured I wasn’t falling for the prank and gave up. And by they, I mean Isabelle.

I’m onto you.

Nice job solving whatever conflict was threatening to tear the town apart though. I guess.

Huh. I had completely forgotten that thing even had flowers.

I’m going to hit you.

…just what sort of post office do you go to Tom?

I know with Julian I assumed he was trying to seduce me, but with Elise I get more a sense that I’m about to get mugged.

Aww. You kept it.

It certainly wasn’t when I sold it to you for a steal.

My neighbors’ sense of fashion sense, according to the gifts they send me. I’m pretty sure some of them are too dumb to be trying to mess with me.

Ah, Jingle’s lame younger brother who stays home with mom and bakes cookies on Christmas Eve.

Not interested.

Not this noise again.

Yeah, go ahead and toke up or whatever it is you do with that stuff. It’s not my bag, just yours apparently. But if you make a habit of this, I’m getting Resetti to lecture you to death.

Ha, I get it.

I’m the one they call Dr. Feelgood.

I’m the one that makes ‘em feel all right.

It’s still raining fake petals. Pretty sure I’m not getting any new gyroids out of this arrangement though.

Well, the name is befitting his hippo beard.

Still, can’t have him moving in and giving everyone malaria or West Nile virus though. So he’s quarantined to his tent. Mayor’s orders.

You may claim I have no real power when it comes to such things, but just watch: he’ll never leave it until he mysteriously disappears.

Tom, I’m glad you’re excited and all, but: unless it does crushed ice for my drinks, I’m not interested.

That’s true, but… kind of a depressing thought. Probably best not to gloat over their abject poverty.

The Creatively-Named Able Dress Train keeps right on going!

How anyone can hate Scoot is beyond me.

Yes, he’s not trying to use “brah” ironically. I get that. But I think it’s cute. Even without his little tie.

You know I typically just donate these to museums, right? Or maybe you’re hoping that if I don’t donate, I’ll never know it’s a forgery. Well joke’s on you!

I have guides.

Well… Julian’s gotten forward.

Oh, I’m sure we could.

Look, I know the shades make me look like I’m not phased by anything, but uh: this is my first time. With a unicorn, I mean.

You know: I’m honestly not sure if he’s referring to humans specifically or all sentient creatures in the world of Animal Crossing.

But I’ll just assume he’s being a bigot and take my leave.


Now this is an elaborate prank.

I mean, obviously feasible, given all the confetti that was flying around for Festivale. But still impressive how they crafted all these fake cherry blossom petals.

When’s the next Bug Catching Tourney again? I still need that golden net.

Aww. He is quite the looker, isn’t he? I mean, he’s not my bag, but even my horn seems to stand straighter around him.

I’ve said too much.

On the one hand: you’re damn right you should have. Who do you think you are, trying to leave without my blessing?

On the other: I have her picture now, and there are certainly neighbors I would mourn far more.

All right Sally. It was good to know you. But you’ve left me no choice: anyone who doesn’t follow the rules when it comes to asking to leave town must face the consequences. The consequences being deportation, of course.

I don’t know. Is my town just destined to scare all the squirrels away?

Jacques, I have to admit: this is a fine cabin wardrobe. That is some nice lumberjacking you did.

I wasn’t kidding when I worried about you eating moon rocks, Daisy. It’s probably best for you to stay safe and sell me the whole thing.

Oh God. The brain damage has already set in.