A Whiff of Ziff was a limited-time questline was released on August 14, 2019 and was available until September 4, 2019. It was the main questline of Act 2 of the Simpsons Babies 2019 Event, progressing through it unlocked all of the act's personal prizes.
Quests[]
| Quest | Requirements | Time | Reward | Triggered By |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| A Whiff of Ziff Pt. 1 | Collect Kids Crafts (x50) Make Homer Be Unpleasantly Unselfconscious Make Lisa Analyze the Youthenizer |
- 4h 4h |
 100 10
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Auto |
| A Whiff of Ziff Pt. 2 | Collect Kids Crafts (x100) Make Lisa Chaperone Babies Make Homer Get Jealous |
- 4h 4h |
10010
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Auto |
| A Whiff of Ziff Pt. 3 | Collect Kids Crafts (x100) Make Ling Make Homer Feel Yucky |
- 4h |
10010
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Auto |
| A Whiff of Ziff Pt. 4 | Collect Kids Crafts (x100) Make Babies Squeeze Into Photobooth (x3) |
- 4h |
10010
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Auto |
| A Whiff of Ziff Pt. 5 | Collect Kids Crafts (x100) Make Homer Take Marge on a Sammy Date |
- 4h |
20020
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Auto |
Dialogue[]
A Whiff of Ziff Pt. 1[]
Start[]
| Character | Dialogue |
|---|---|
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This Youthenizer is a bit unusual. It has over a thousand moving parts, yet it's carved from a single block of solid mammoth ivory. |
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Also, is Dad alive? |
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He's fine. He filled the baby bathtub with beer and he was relaxing with his head in it. |
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I'm sparkling clean from the face up. |
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Uhm, Dad? Could you maybe put some clothes on? |
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No chance, lady. I'm unselfconsciously unashamed of my woo-woo and my boo-boo. |
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Oooh, who's this handsome young man? And I do mean young. And I sort of mean handsome. |
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Mom, that's Homer! |
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Who? |
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Your husband? |
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He fathered your children? |
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Babies don't know where babies come from, Lisa. I don't even know a hoo-hoo from a woo-woo. So get off my boo-boo! |
End[]
No dialogue.
A Whiff of Ziff Pt. 2[]
Start[]
| Character | Dialogue |
|---|---|
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*cuddle* |
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This is so sweet! Mom and Dad are falling in love all over again! And this time without all the rivalry and jealousy. |
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Hello, Marge, I'm here on my annual visit to see if you're still married to that slovenly buffoon with the receding brainline. |
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Artie Ziff?! My would-be paramour? |
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Oh, sure, you remember his name but not mine? |
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You're looking younger than ever, Marge. Way, WAY younger. Why is everyone babies? |
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We think it has something to do with this Youthenizer, Mr. Ziff. |
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This thing? It looks like an ordinary smart speaker, carved from an ordinary variety of extinct Siberian mammoth ivory. |
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He thinks he's so smart just because his frontal cortex is developed. |
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Don't be jealous, Homie. I have no interest in a grown man. |
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BEGIN YOUTHENIZATION |
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The Youthenizer went off again! |
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You bet your sweet boo-boo it did! |
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What'd'ya say, Marjorie? You wasted one lifetime with Homer. How about wasting the next one with moi? |
End[]
No dialogue.
A Whiff of Ziff Pt. 3[]
Start[]
| Character | Dialogue |
|---|---|
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Two can play at this game! I'll teach Marge a lesson in jealousy by hanging out with that even younger baby over there. |
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Hi, Uncle Homer! I'm Ling, your niece! |
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Are you jealous yet, Marge? |
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I was adopted by your sister-in-law, Selma! |
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Selma, eh? Now that's a name I remember. |
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Yucky! Cooties! Stinky! Waaaaaaaah! |
End[]
No dialogue.
A Whiff of Ziff Pt. 4[]
Start[]
| Character | Dialogue |
|---|---|
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Step aside, Homer. Marge and I wish to sit for a romantic portraiture session in this nacho-encrusted photo booth. |
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Fun fact: as babies, we're unable to associate two-dimensional photos with actual people! But, whatever. |
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I cannot allow Marge to be dragged into a Smartie Artie Fartie Partie! I'm crawling in after her! |
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You realize you're still naked, Dad? |
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It's cute when it's an innocent damned baby! So shut your pacifier hole and take the stinkin' picture! |
End[]
No dialogue.
A Whiff of Ziff Pt. 5[]
Start[]
| Character | Dialogue |
|---|---|
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I'm sorry for all the ruckus, Marge. I just needed a burping. |
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I already forgot whatever you're talking about. So consider it forgotten. |
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You're sweet. Here, I made you a ham and cheese sammie. |
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*gasp* My favorite! |
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Don't eat that plebeian mush, Marge! I brought you a far more sophisticated "croque monsieur"! |
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What's that? |
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It's a ham and cheese sandwich! Served with a French accent. |
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Yuck! |
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I fail to see how this merits a yuck. It's the same sandwich. |
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Hardly! It doesn't even have double bread. It's an open-faced atrocity. Like you! |
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Ouch. |
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I'm not sure that's even an insult, but as a baby I respond solely to your facial expressions. |
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Homer's the only man-baby who truly understands me. Even without a baby translator. |
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*cuddle* |
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I don't have to squat here and listen to this! Goodbye forever! And see you next year! |
End[]
No dialogue.
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