Reach Level 20 and Build the Town Hall Make Quimby Negotiate with The League
- 2h
100 10
Homer
Springfield of Dreams Pt. 4
Make Springfielders Party in Consolation (x3)
12h
100 10
Homer
Springfield of Dreams Pt. 5
Make Homer Dance at The Tailgate
4h
200 20
Homer
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Springfield of Dreams Pt. 1[]
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There's nothing quite like the Big Game to make you wish we had our own football team. And a blimp with a more positive message.
I like the Mediocre Year Blimp – it's honest. But we should get our own team!
Football ain't like soccer, or the Olympics, or Quimby's administration. One little bribe can't get you what you want.
Yes, but you can make enough noise to get what you want! I learned that from babies!
We'll make the party bigger and bigger, until it's so big The League HAS to notice!
Gentlemen, it's time to drink like your life depends on it!
Mine actually does. My liver is completely pickled!
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Oh great. Drunken sports fans wandering all over town... again! Read the message boards, Homer. No one liked that.
They won't be going anywhere. I spread more than enough superglue on the chairs to make sure of that!
Why does Springfield even want a football team?
Corporate censorship, racist team names, no vegetarian options from the halftime vendors...
Don't worry, Sweetie, we'll make sure the team gets named after something innocent.
Like the pig that gave its life to make both this under-inflated football and those delicious “vegetarian” halftime snacks.
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Continue sending Springfielders to party in order to expand the Tailgate!
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— System Message.
Springfield of Dreams Pt. 2[]
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Y'know, Homer, no one from The League has come yet... You think we're just wasting our time?
Time is just like us: it's meant to be wasted! This party needs to be bigger!
But how?
Well, all the best tailgate parties on TV – Tailgate Time Square, Shake your Tailgate, Tailgate at Watergate, have pretty cheerleaders dancing.
I can't do much about the pretty part, but I can dance for the cause!
Dancing's the one where you sit in a chair, right?
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Homer's not much of a dancer but he's an even worse cheerer…
BE AGGRESSIVE! B-E AGGRESSER!
B-E A-G-U-R-O-S-S-S-I-N-G! What does that spell? No, really. What does that spell?
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Springfield of Dreams Pt. 3[]
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See that! Party and *hic* drink hard enough, and they *hic* come crawling!
I'm not crawling. I'm just a lawyer checking the floor for cracks or puddles that I can sue over. Speaking of exploitation, I'm looking for the representative of Springfield.
If this is about those, er-ah… funds for the Amelia Earhart statue, I can assure you they went missing in her honor.
I'm here on behalf of The League. My client is impressed by Springfield's commitment to public drunkenness and is willing to negotiate.
And to think all the other mayors laughed at me for putting a vomiting alcoholic on our town crest. Please step into my office.
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Springfield of Dreams Pt. 4[]
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The League is prepared to bring a team to Springfield in exchange for a one-time donation to a charity of the League's choice. Which, in this case, is the League itself.
We accept cash, check, credit, really anything except valueless mobile game currency.
Err, uhh…
I can't believe I'm saying this, but can we pay in donuts?
Your donuts are equally worthless to my client. I thought Springfield was ready to play in the big leagues, which legally has nothing to do with this League.
Fine – we don't want your stinking team anyway! We were just in it for the merch! Look at my novelty offensive foam finger and get out!
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Check the store for other sporting goods!
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— System Message.
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I can't believe I almost traded away our precious donuts for something as insubstantial as a source of pride and revenue for the town.
Actually teams rarely make money for towns, so you might have done Springfield a favor. Plus this Tailgate isn't so bad.
It's nice having Homer be drunk and crazy somewhere other than the house this year.
I still haven't gotten all of the BBQ sauce out of my hair from last year.
Thanks to the Tailgaters' drunken stupidity, the possibilities for protest and moral outrage are endless! My lucky day!