A/N: Sooo we kind of did something like this at work, and it sort of gave me a little plot bunny! I think this will probably only be 5 chapters max unless more plot bunnies pop up. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! :)

Disclaimer: Didn't own it, don't own it, won't own it.

Gill yawned.

Widely.

You see, Gill was bored. And although this was not an unusual phenomenon in itself, it was unusual that Gill was bored this early in the day.

It wasn't like Gill woke up bored, you know; it usually took at least until noon! But at the rate his father was going, he would be bored to death by—he shook back his sleeve to check his watch—eleven o'clock. (In the morning.)

Kind of unfortunate, actually. He had so much to live for! Like one day becoming mayor of the tiny, spottily populated island known as Castanet. Like maybe putting said tiny, spottily populated island on the map.

Maybe not of the world, maybe just of the area. You had to start somewhere, after all…

"Gilly~!"

Gill cringed, snapping out of his thoughts. Hamilton knew he hated that nickname…

"Gilly, get your pretty little head out of the clouds and listen to me! Everyone is here, you silly boy!"

There was giggling. With a heavy sigh through his nose, Gill slowly directed his gaze away from the window (where he was watching the first snowfall of the season) and turned it on his father, who was standing by the door of their house holding an obnoxiously large grey top hat that probably once went with his favourite grey suit.

The blond was fleetingly grateful that Hamilton had the discretion to not wear it after the '70s…

Hamilton cleared his throat and smiled happily at the rest of the people gathered 'round in the small living room—for the first time, Gill noticed that there were a lot of them. I guess most of them arrived when I wasn't paying attention…

The rowdy bunch of teenagers quieted, surprisingly, as the round mayor waved his small plump arms and called for order. "Now that Gilly is paying attention…I'm pleased to welcome you all to the first annual Castanet Island "Single Pringle" Secret Santa Event!"

His announcement was met with cheering and applause. Gill sank lower into his seat, brooding.

"I'm thrilled to see the turnout!" Hamilton continued excitedly, unfazed by his son's body language. "As you all probably know, each one of you will select one slip of paper at random from my hat." He gestured at the item grandly and grinned. "Each paper will have a different name written on it, and you will become that person's Secret Santa! Remember, keep it a secret!" With this, the rotund mayor raised a finger and held it almost comically to his lips, adding a "Shhh!" for effect. The others around him laughed; Gill buried his face in his hands. He was still convinced there was some mix-up at the hospital when he was born and Hamilton was really Luke's father, or something.

Then again, only Dale had blue hair like Luke's…

"Now, the event will last for the duration of Winter until the 24th, where the last gift will be given! Remembeeerrrr~," Hamilton warbled happily, "one little-ish gift every week, about 500G-worth, and one big-ish one on the 24th to be opened on the 25th, when everyone's big super-secret Santa's identity will be REVEALED! Now!" With a flourish, he held out the top hat to Maya, who was standing closest to him. "Let the name-choosing ceremony….BEGIN!"

Excited, eager chatter picked up as Hamilton walked around to each "single Pringle" in his ultra-exciting "ceremony". Gasps and giggling erupted as people picked their names; Gill made brief eye contact with Chase, who rolled his eyes and jabbed a finger at Maya. The blond nodded in sympathy and pointed at his father.

Before long, Gill found the top hat under his nose as Hamilton beamed encouragingly at him from behind it. Rolling his eyes, the unimpressed blond stuck a hand inside and pulled out a name. As Hamilton wandered away, he unfurled the crinkled slip in dread to read the name printed inside.

Chase.

Chase? ! Really?

Relieved, Gill grinned; he couldn't believe his luck! Here he was expecting to get someone completely random that he didn't know at all, like Wizard or…or…Angela. Or something. But instead he'd snagged his friend's name! Satisfied, he settled back into his chair and grinned. Maybe this stupid thing won't be so bad after all.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA, PSYCH-OUT!" a shout rang out of nowhere.

Gill's eye twitched. That was Luke's voice, and the mayor's son suddenly had a very bad feeling.

"Extreme, dude! I picked my OWN NAME!"

"Oooh, gosh darnit, we'll all have to re-pick names now!" Hamilton sang out. Gill's mouth fell open and he watched, speechless, as his father went around and began re-collecting names.

He should have known it was too good to be true as he reluctantly dropped Chase's name back into the hat and glowered at his father's retreating back.

"Name-choosing ceremony…PART TWO!"

The second time, Gill was a little choosier about what he picked. There was a sliver of chance that he could re-pick Chase's name, or maybe Luna's. He sort of knew her, and out of all the girls, she was the one that he was most comfortable with. Deep in thought, he let his hand hover over the hat…

"Pick a name, sonny boy!" Hamilton prompted as the others began to grow restless with waiting.

"Don't call me that," Gill snapped. He grabbed at a random slip and grumbled to himself as his father plodded off. Who have we here…

He felt his palms begin to sweat and his stomach drop.

Angela..? !

Noooo…!

For a few seconds, Gill sat in his seat and silently hyperventilated as he stared at the name printed on the paper. Angela? What was he supposed to get for the darned farmer he'd only ever spoken to once? He glanced over at her across the room and narrowed his eyes. She stood with a group of her noisy girlfriends, gossiping and giggling and basically being annoying. He frowned; she'd probably be getting scented candles.

Yes. A lot of scented candles…

"WHOA, UNREAL GUYS!" hollered Luke suddenly. As everyone groaned irritably, Gill felt a fragile hope bloom. Maybe there'd be another recall…?

"I got my own name again! How EXTREME…."

"…ly unlikely," the blond muttered under his breath—although, for once, he was partly grateful to the spastic blue-haired carpenter. He dropped Angela's name like a rock back into the hat as it passed. Dodged that bullet…

By the time the hat came around for the third time, Gill was pretty indifferent to his fate. He'd already got the best choice and the worst one, so all that remained in the sea of probability were the waves of in-the-middle people that he kinda-sorta-not-really knew, but could fake it well enough. So he stuffed his hand inside, flashed his father a really phony smile, and waited for him to toddle off before reading the name.

Crinkle, crinkle…

No way.

His stomach dropped and his eyes widened and his palms broke out in a sweat and his ears burned—it could only mean one thing:

Angela AGAIN?

It's okay, it's fine. Luke will probably draw himself again, he told himself reassuringly, glancing up hopefully at the carpenter as he drew a name. But to his horror, Luke read the name, stuck his tongue out, and punched a fist in the air shouting,

"Slick!"

The disheartened blond slumped in his seat. Apparently, he'd used up his supply of miracles for the day…

"Attention, everyone!"

Gill's mouth drew into a line. Hamilton stood at the front by the door again and was gesturing wildly with the now-empty top hat, beaming beatifically.

"I thank you all for your wonderful participation in this brand new event! Remember: buy your target one 500G gift per week until the 24th! It can be anything, anything! You can try to give them hints as to who you are, or just buy regular things for them. Whatever you want! In any case, I hope that this event is successful and finds a home on our annual calendars. Without further ado…let the First Annual Castanet Island "Single Pringle" Secret Santa Event…..BEGIN!"

A/N: He means let Gill's misery begin...:} so, what'd you think? I'd be happy to take concrit if you'd like to offer any. Thanks for reading, hope to see you next chapter! :D