Necessity is the Mother of Invention

Back when I was a youngster, skipping around without a care in the world, I remember my sweet mother shooing off the community carpetbagger. His name was ol' John Jacob, and he would make his monthly rounds peddling his latest moneymaking schemes. He was always reinventing himself to make money.

Meany Bigmouth, having tucked her tail between her legs, realized she wasn't family and ran off to lick her wounds. She waited long enough for her legacy (i.e. SCREENSHOTS) to die down before making a grand return. Meany cannot stay away for long, and she has painted herself with a brush of a different color.

Will Meany's new persona stick? Or will the old Bigmouth return?