After a long day of doing jack shit, Isabelle sat in the Mayor's chair wishing she'd done more with her life. She had to take a tinkle. She went outside to the pond by the creek and took off all her clothes because she didn't know any better. She moaned like a whale with emphysema and sprayed her fluid, waking up half the town.

"Gonna need some new knickers," she sobbed, gazing longingly at the skies above. She romped through the town after trying to donate her clothes to the museum, the entirety of the town retching and heaving at her vaginal odor. She went into the Able Sisters' shop and was greeted by a friendly nip-lick by Mabel.

"I can't stand the smell much longer," Mabel answered, promptly passing out on the floor.

"Oh for the love of shit," Sable yelled. Her years of drinking vodka through her nose had completely ruined her sense of smell, so she didn't notice.

"I need some new teehees," Isabelle brainwashed. Sable didn't do anything. "The Jennycovers," she clarified.

Sable raised her bum and tooted a response. "70 Bells."

"But I don't have any money. The mayor doesn't pay me a damn thing. He just gives me positive feedback and moldy leftovers."

Sable groaned. "We'll just have to make other arrangements, then."

"What does that mean?" Isabelle asked.

Sable tore off her clothes and jammed her whole leg into Isabelle's snack shack. "Who's ready for some football?"

They thrusted their way out of the building as Mabel's body began decomposing. They rolled past the Nook Family Reunion and drenched the family in Sable's eggs. It made the cake taste better.

They reached their destination and filed into the museum, still 69-ing like a tumbleweed of oral pleasure. Blathers emptied himself into the dinosaur exhibit, clogging up traffic and pushed them to a halt.

"Who goes there?" he shouted. This was his standard etiquette.

Sable flashed her ID card (butt) and wafted into the fish tank.

Blathers shrugged. "Works for me." He went back to sleep.

Isabelle was reciting the multiplication table to take her mind off of things. Unfortunately, she was so caught up in her math that she forgot she didn't know how to swim. Luckily, Sable managed to slap her with a fish out of danger. He gave CPR even though Isabelle was uninjured and fully conscious.

"I don't think I'm ready," Isabelle said. "This is my first time."

"But we've been doing it for the past 30 minutes!" Sable supplied. "You've already lost your innocence."

Little did Isabelle know, the shark was headed straight for her! And it was overly famished. He started to rap his doom rap.

Digby shot out of the ground from whence he came to avenge his father, mumbling ancient Sumerian oaths. He pounded the shark into the air, sacrificing his life and soul for his sister.

Nobody noticed.

Blather flopped into the sexiness. "Who wants to suck my dick?"

Sable grimaced. "No." Both of them huffed and got out of the pool, irritated that their romance had been halted by such a sweaty man.

Isabelle was so frustrated that she left and went back to the workplace. "I think I'm done with romance for a while," she said. "It's just you and me, now." Disappointed, she boisterously humped Lloid. "Sigh, another wasted evening."

The Nook family all had bad food poisoning. Stupid Mabel.