O'Flan-again Pt. 1
Build O'Flanagan's Pub Build Cletus's Farm Make Cletus Visit O'Flanagan's
24h 24h 30m
O'Flan-again Pt. 2
Make Lisa Recycle Empty Bottles Make Tom O'Flanagan Think of Craft Beer Names
O'Flan-again Pt. 3
Make Lisa Print Beer Labels Make Tom O'Flanagan Bottle the Beer
O'Flan-again Pt. 4
Make Homer Promote the Beer Make Tom O'Flanagan Serve Drinks Make Springfielders Drink Craft Beer (x4)
6h 4h 4h
O'Flan-again Pt. 5
Make Tom O'Flanagan Serve Drinks Make Springfielders Drink Craft Beer (x4)
O'Flan-again Pt. 6
Make Cletus Catch Green Creatures Make Brandine Prepare a Moonshine Bath*
O'Flan-again Pt. 7
Make Tom O'Flanagan Hide From Crazed Animals
100 10 Stack of Beer
"Brandine! Why's my moonshine rich an' frothy like sarsaparilla, not noxious an' pungent like turpentine?"
"I saw a leprechaun swimmin' it this morn'."
"Leprechaun?! That's the sort of silly nonsense if they'd just drunk all my moonshine. J'accuse Brandine!"
"No, tis true! Twas I who swam in your shiniest of moons! I took me yearly bath in it."
"Yearly? Who do you think you are - the Queen of England?"
"That's almost as offensive as callin' me sober!"
"That moonshine's s'pposed to pay for new blocks to put under our yard car! Now what're we gonna do?"
"How about you sell it to that funny talkin' fella over at flannel pub? I bet you can pull one over on him."
"Brandine, just cause a fella talk funny don't mean he dumb. Now while I's gone go bury them magic beans I bought."
"A patron! Bless the emerald isle!"
"It feels like it's been 364 days since my last customer!"
"I ain't lookin' to buy nothin'. I's here to sell."
"This Irish stout is thick and dirty, just like the barmaids back home!"
"This is just the thing I need to lure those bearded twenty-year-olds away from their Saisons and IPA's."
"Although we probably can't sell it in these broken washing machines."
"It'll have to be bottled and labeled and... you know, made to look like I didn't just buy it from an unwashed man with no shoes."
"This is a great opportunity to use the three R's!"
"Revolution, Runes, and Riverdance?"
"Uh, no. Reduce, Reuse and Recycle. I lobbied the EPA to add Responsible, Sustainable Bookkeeping as a fourth R, but they never got back to me."
"We'll collect bottles from around Springfield and reuse them."
"And I'll stay here and come up with a name. How about Yellow Girl? Or maybe Empty Stool?"
"You're just saying what's in front of you."
"Well, sounds like we've both got a lot of work to do!"
"We're almost ready! We just need a fancy label for our beer."
"I was thinking about namin' it after me mum: Rat Poison O'Flanagan. It's a Celtic name."
"I think you should name it after St. Brigit, the female Irish saint of bastard children, brewers, chicken farmers, and harsh scowling."
"Basically she picked up all the slack from those lazy male saints."
"You can't name an Irish beer after a nun - most of the people in here are drinking to forget their time at Catholic school."
"No no no - we're namin' it 'Spuckler's Stout' after my sweetheart Brandine."
"After all, she's drinkin' for two!"
"Assuming you ignore FDA regulations, Spuckler's Stout is now ready for public consumption!"
"The FDA's in my top 5 favorite government agencies to ignore... right after FEMA, the TSA, the IRS, and the Department of the Interior."
"Whenever someone says "in their top five", that always means fifth."
"Homer, I've got a business proposition for you. You can have all the free beer you want --"
"...if you promote the beer on the street."
"Wait! Come back!"
"I've brought out my finest drinkers to taste test the first batch of Spuckler's Stout."
"I knew that being a frequently relapsing alcoholic would pay off someday!"
"*Cough* I think there's a red hair in my beer."
"Uh, it's what gives it that ginger flavor."
"Mine's got a belt buckle in it."
"An unfiltered Irish experience! Just like Red Tick Ale. All the rage on the Emerald Isle."
"Oh, no. I'm running low on Stout!"
"Oh no. Stomach debloating, vision clearing, judgment returning... MORE STOUT!"
"Brandine, go fetch another bathtub full of home brew."
"We're out! We ain't got no bathtub, washing machine, or kiddie pools of beer left!"
"And we can't make more -- that leprechaun ain't nowhere in sight."
"I's pretty sure I saw something green crawling around the river this morning. Maybe it's a leprechaun."
"Oh shucks, it's just 'possums turned green from the river."
"Who would've guessed addin' possums to beer don't make it magical. I sure wouldn't!"
"But it did make the possums drunk! And boy are they angry drunks."
"Not all of them - this one's a horny drunk."
"*sigh* Spending the day fending off a horde of hairy, drunk monsters who have overrun my bar..."
"This ain't the spirit of St. Patrick's Day at all!"
"You'll have to do what you people are best at."
"Drinking? Fighting? Nurturing alcoholic writers?"
"Just make sure you're back next St. Patrick's day, when we actually have a reason to visit your pub again!"
In Game Message
"It's too late for Tom but not too late for you! You've been awarded a Stack of Beer! Find it in your inventory!"