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16. Donation

“Give a donation; get a hug.”

The chatter and excitement outside of Vlad Masters’ office seemed to be grating on one of his last nerves that day as he sat at his desk, petting Maddie with unusual force. It was summer in Amity Park, one of the more hated seasons of the mayor’s year. It meant school was out, Daniel was about, and there were constant complaints about heat and air conditioning and repairs… and the noise outside of young people and adults only annoyed him further.

Groaning and getting up, Vlad grumbled under his breath, “Someone explain to me again why in the name of Brett Farve I became the mayor of this town… oh, wait. Now I remember. It’s so I can make my archenemy’s life miserable. In which it’s a fifteen year old teenager!” He stood up and glanced out his window, opening the curtain and seeing mass mobs of people line up on the lawn.

He looked backwards and frowned. “Candace, am I expected to give any speeches today?”

There was a rustling of papers before the voice of a young woman gently called back, “No, sir. In fact, you’re not supposed to speak until sometime next month about the new water mainframe under the city.”

Vlad narrowed his eyes. “Thank you, ma’am.”

Something was wrong with this picture. And he was getting a migraine.

It was rare when the mayor of Amity Park got headaches, much less migraines for that matter. He winced, digging into his drawer and pulling out a bottle of Tylenol. He popped two in his mouth, washed it down, and shook himself out of his daze. It was time to go and meet the public on the lawn and ask them why they were so eager to see him.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Hugs! Get your hugs!” Danny Fenton hollered, watching the masses of the city line up in the hot sun. “Give a donation; get a hug from your favorite mayor in the city!”

In all seriousness, Danny had never been more bored in his life. These summer days were supposed to be spent at the mall, not in the sun and collecting money for a new computer. It had all been Tucker’s idea for him to run the booth while he and Sam provided refreshments. He agreed, thinking it wouldn’t be that hard to run a booth. Boy, was he wrong.

It was the worst job he could have ever done in his life. He gave a small sigh and called out once again to the people who dropped in their loose change and watched the door eagerly. “Give a donation; get a hug from your favorite mayor in the city!”

Tucker came out from around the corner and handed the teenager a glass of lemonade. “How’re you doing here, dude?”

“Me? Crappy.” Danny finished the drink in one gulp. “I can’t believe I agreed to do this. Vlad’s going to kill me.”

His friend shrugged and looked in the glass jar. “Well, you’re getting a lot of coins,” he quipped.

The teen gave him a dark look.

A yell interrupted their conversation, much to Danny’s relief. “Hey! When’re we going to be able to see the mayor?!”

“Soon,” he called back wearily, wiping his face with his shirt and turning towards the door. “You’ll see him really soon!” He turned back to Tucker, who grinned sheepishly. “Where is that fruit loop?” he hissed through his teeth. “I thought he’d be out right now!”

Tucker winked. “Give him six more seconds.”

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

He sighed and opened the doors to the outside world, where the entire town of Amity Park seemed to be scrunched onto the little piece of grass he called a yard. The walkways were filled with people, and a small booth of to the west side seemed only to gather more and more crowds. Vlad merely stare at the immense numbers on his lawn before finally marching over to the wooden booth to have a talk with the operator. Whoever was doing this was about to get a piece of his mind.

The person sitting in the lawn chair made him gasp, blood suddenly beginning to boil.

Danny Fenton.

Vlad growled lowly in his throat and tapped his shoulder. Yelping, Danny turned around and… “Oh. Vlad.”

“What in the blazes are you doing on my front lawn?!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs. “This is my property, Daniel! I could have you arrested for trespassing!”

Danny’s blood also began to seethe. But a strange calmness seemed to rise as well. He didn’t know whether to laugh or scream at the middle-aged bachelor right in front of him. So instead, he decided to roll the dice and place all his money on the table.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I bring you… Mayor Masters!” he announced, pointing to the bewildered billionaire.

It happened at once.

The mob suddenly moved. People clamored over one another, shoving other people out of the way and yelling, “Give me my hug, sir! Please!” Various cried were taken up, and soon, Vlad found himself backing away- slowly at first, but he soon picked up his feet and ran. Girly screams of “Yoo-hoo! Vladdie!” were heard, and the large mob closed in on Vlad as he back up against the wall.

And it was chaos. People leaned in for hugs, giving coos of “Awww!” and black-slapped hugs of “You’re the best mayor ever!” If Vlad didn’t know any better, he could have sworn that Danny had this all planned out for some sort of evil summer prank.

Meanwhile, the teenage hero sighed and looked at Tucker. “People are going to want some serious footage of ‘Donate Hugs to Vlad Day,’” he told his friend, handing him his camera. “Go snap some photos and make sure they have Vlad hugging someone.”

Tucker grinned and snatched the camera, disappearing into the crowds.

And in the midst of the chatter, snapping of shutters, and now-laughing Danny Fenton, a scream of anguish was heard.

“DANIEL! YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU ASKED FOR THOSE DONATIONS!”

He had never been more happy to hear a threat.

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16. Donation

“Give a donation; get a hug.”

The chatter and excitement outside of Vlad Masters’ office seemed to be grating on one of his last nerves that day as he sat at his desk, petting Maddie with unusual force. It was summer in Amity Park, one of the more hated seasons of the mayor’s year. It meant school was out, Daniel was about, and there were constant complaints about heat and air conditioning and repairs… and the noise outside of young people and adults only annoyed him further.

Groaning and getting up, Vlad grumbled under his breath, “Someone explain to me again why in the name of Brett Farve I became the mayor of this town… oh, wait. Now I remember. It’s so I can make my archenemy’s life miserable. In which it’s a fifteen year old teenager!” He stood up and glanced out his window, opening the curtain and seeing mass mobs of people line up on the lawn.

He looked backwards and frowned. “Candace, am I expected to give any speeches today?”

There was a rustling of papers before the voice of a young woman gently called back, “No, sir. In fact, you’re not supposed to speak until sometime next month about the new water mainframe under the city.”

Vlad narrowed his eyes. “Thank you, ma’am.”

Something was wrong with this picture. And he was getting a migraine.

It was rare when the mayor of Amity Park got headaches, much less migraines for that matter. He winced, digging into his drawer and pulling out a bottle of Tylenol. He popped two in his mouth, washed it down, and shook himself out of his daze. It was time to go and meet the public on the lawn and ask them why they were so eager to see him.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Hugs! Get your hugs!” Danny Fenton hollered, watching the masses of the city line up in the hot sun. “Give a donation; get a hug from your favorite mayor in the city!”

In all seriousness, Danny had never been more bored in his life. These summer days were supposed to be spent at the mall, not in the sun and collecting money for a new computer. It had all been Tucker’s idea for him to run the booth while he and Sam provided refreshments. He agreed, thinking it wouldn’t be that hard to run a booth. Boy, was he wrong.

It was the worst job he could have ever done in his life. He gave a small sigh and called out once again to the people who dropped in their loose change and watched the door eagerly. “Give a donation; get a hug from your favorite mayor in the city!”

Tucker came out from around the corner and handed the teenager a glass of lemonade. “How’re you doing here, dude?”

“Me? Crappy.” Danny finished the drink in one gulp. “I can’t believe I agreed to do this. Vlad’s going to kill me.”

His friend shrugged and looked in the glass jar. “Well, you’re getting a lot of coins,” he quipped.

The teen gave him a dark look.

A yell interrupted their conversation, much to Danny’s relief. “Hey! When’re we going to be able to see the mayor?!”

“Soon,” he called back wearily, wiping his face with his shirt and turning towards the door. “You’ll see him really soon!” He turned back to Tucker, who grinned sheepishly. “Where is that fruit loop?” he hissed through his teeth. “I thought he’d be out right now!”

Tucker winked. “Give him six more seconds.”

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

He sighed and opened the doors to the outside world, where the entire town of Amity Park seemed to be scrunched onto the little piece of grass he called a yard. The walkways were filled with people, and a small booth of to the west side seemed only to gather more and more crowds. Vlad merely stare at the immense numbers on his lawn before finally marching over to the wooden booth to have a talk with the operator. Whoever was doing this was about to get a piece of his mind.

The person sitting in the lawn chair made him gasp, blood suddenly beginning to boil.

Danny Fenton.

Vlad growled lowly in his throat and tapped his shoulder. Yelping, Danny turned around and… “Oh. Vlad.”

“What in the blazes are you doing on my front lawn?!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs. “This is my property, Daniel! I could have you arrested for trespassing!”

Danny’s blood also began to seethe. But a strange calmness seemed to rise as well. He didn’t know whether to laugh or scream at the middle-aged bachelor right in front of him. So instead, he decided to roll the dice and place all his money on the table.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I bring you… Mayor Masters!” he announced, pointing to the bewildered billionaire.

It happened at once.

The mob suddenly moved. People clamored over one another, shoving other people out of the way and yelling, “Give me my hug, sir! Please!” Various cried were taken up, and soon, Vlad found himself backing away- slowly at first, but he soon picked up his feet and ran. Girly screams of “Yoo-hoo! Vladdie!” were heard, and the large mob closed in on Vlad as he back up against the wall.

And it was chaos. People leaned in for hugs, giving coos of “Awww!” and black-slapped hugs of “You’re the best mayor ever!” If Vlad didn’t know any better, he could have sworn that Danny had this all planned out for some sort of evil summer prank.

Meanwhile, the teenage hero sighed and looked at Tucker. “People are going to want some serious footage of ‘Donate Hugs to Vlad Day,’” he told his friend, handing him his camera. “Go snap some photos and make sure they have Vlad hugging someone.”

Tucker grinned and snatched the camera, disappearing into the crowds.

And in the midst of the chatter, snapping of shutters, and now-laughing Danny Fenton, a scream of anguish was heard.

“DANIEL! YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU ASKED FOR THOSE DONATIONS!”

He had never been more happy to hear a threat.