So yeah, I decided to see how long it would take for me to stress out and give up if I had to keep up with three fanfictions, a webcomic (btw I have a webcomic, it's called Pokefinder, look for it on ), my real life acting stuff, and trying to get my learner's permit. I'm betting on about two weeks. (No, I'll probably be fine with it, but don't expect my to update, like, "regularly" or something. Hah! Like "regular updates" is a thing.)

That said, this is my first Animal Crossing fanfiction. It's based on a cross between my New Leaf town, Happy Home Designer, and amiibo Festival (because those are the three games I've been playing the most recently Animal Crossing-wise). The main characters are, therefore, characters who either 1) live in my New Leaf town, 2) I have built houses for in HHD, 3) I own the amiibo of for amiibo Festival, or 4) have a major role in one of the three aforementioned games.

Uhhh yeah, I'm pretty sure I covered everything. Oh right, I don't own Animal Crossing. There's a shock. (One of these days I'll write a fanfiction for something I do own. Wait, would that actually count as a fanfiction, or…?)

Alrighty! Let's get on with it.

Goldie sighed in relief as she placed her Minimalist Stool in front of the couch. Finally, her house was finished, and she officially lived in the town of Village. She turned around, her eyes landing on the pile of cardboard boxes leaning against the wall. She mentally realized how expensive it would be get Reese to scrap all of it for her and sighed, walking over to try to pick it up.

A few moments later, she had precariously stacked most of the boxes in her arms and was making her way to the door, when suddenly it flung open.

"Hey Goldie!" greeted her visitor loudly, shocking the poor beagle into stumbling backwards and burying herself in the boxes. The culprit winced audibly before walking over and helping Goldie up.

"Hi Jon," Goldie said halfheartedly to her new visitor, who was not only the mayor of Village, but also its only human inhabitant.

"I see you finished unpacking," he remarked, looking at her house. "It looks great!"

"Thanks. Now I just need to get these cardboard boxes to Reese and pay the fee to get them scrapped…"

Jon looked at the pile of boxes and his eyes lit up. "Hey, could I have them?"

Goldie looked confused. "Um, I guess so. Why?"

"Oh, no reason. Thanks though! I'll be back with Mac later to pick them up." As he walked towards the door, he paused. "Mac owes me a favor," he explained before stepping out, Goldie waving as he went.

…

As soon as the door was shut behind him, Jon took off running. Mac's house was on the entire opposite side of the town from Goldie's, and while it was mid-afternoon and this meant he was probably wandering around, he never wandered too far from home unless it was for a game of hide-and-seek or celebration of some sort.

Sure enough, as Jon rounded the corner along the river, Mac was standing just in front of his house looking out over the cliff at the ocean while stretching. Stopping momentarily to catch his breath, Jon walked towards the bulldog and started to call his name, when suddenly a cream monkey stepped in front of him, nearly causing him to bump into her.

"Jon! Thank goodness you're here!" the monkey said cheerfully.

"Hi Elise," Jon sighed, peering over her shoulder to make sure Mac didn't wander out of sight.

"I have a very important question for you, yodelay," Elise explained, adjusting her glasses.

"Can it wait? I have to talk to M-"

"Which shirt do you prefer, yodelay? My gumdrop tee, or this blue flannel shirt?" She held the shirt in question in front of her gumdrop tee and posed.

"Uh… The gumdrop tee." Jon looked and saw Mac wandering off.

"That's what I thought you would say, yodelay. Personally, I prefer the colors of the gumdrop tee, but Ms. Nintendique says that the woodcutter look is in these days, so I thought-"

"That's great, Elise," Jon said nervously. "But I really do have to go talk to Mac."

"Oh! Sorry for holding you up!" Elise apologized, as if this was the first time she had heard such a thing. "Talk to you later?"

"Sure," Jon sighed before running after Mac.

…

After a few minutes of searching for Mac, Jon finally found him… talking to Saharah. He paused to take his breath and watch as they conversed.

"I have wallpapers for papering walls, and carpets for petting cars. Do you want cars petted?" the camel asked.

"Uh, yeah! Of course, yodelay!" Mac grinned.

"For 3,000 bells, deal?"

Mac dug through his pockets, then grimaced. "I don't think I have enough, yodelay…" Seeing Jon behind him, though, his eyes lit up. "Hey Jon! You think you can cover this for me?"

"I guess I can get what you can't," Jon said, forcing a smile.

"Great!" Mac turned back to Saharah. "Jon's paying for this, yodelay."

"Wait, I didn't mean I'd get it a-"

"For 3,000 bells, deal?" Saharah repeated, this time to Jon. Jon sighed and pulled the money out, handing it to Saharah. "Then let us go to your house. Swiftly!"

"Right-o, yodelay! Come on Jon, I want you to see the finished project too!" Jon nodded reluctantly and followed Mac and Saharah back to Mac's house.

…

As Mac and Jon waited for Saharah to finish redecorating - a process which Jon believed was taking far too long and was far too loud - they were approached by Bruce.

"Hey Jon! This is gonna sound weird, but…" he said as he got closer.

"…But what?" Jon asked, not sure what to expect.

"Just shut up and take my garbage can!" Bruce suddenly barked, handing said object to Jon.

"Uh… okay…" Jon responded, taking it. Bruce laughed.

"I was watching a fortune-teller show on TV and it said that something good will happen to me if I give something to the first person I thought of, and I thought of you. Now I'm gonna go wait for something good to happen to me." He started to walk away, but stopped. "What are you doing outside of Mac's house? Are you two planning something, pudgy?"

"No, Saharah's in there, so we're waiting to see what she comes up with," Jon explained.

"You really hired her, pudgy?" Bruce looked shocked. "You know, I hear her accent is fake. She performed in the city Marquee before it got shut down and she didn't have it." Before Jon or Mac could respond, Saharah barged out of the house.

"You house is done! Go look," she told Mac, who signaled for Jon and Bruce to follow him in. His ivy wall and sandlot had been replaced with a chainlink fence wall and autumn floor.

"Hmm…" Mac said thoughtfully, looking at his new wall up close. "You know what, I preferred my old wall and floor. Oh well!" With that, he tore the new wallpaper down and pulled up the carpet, handing it to Jon. "You can keep it."

"…Thanks…" Jon remarked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I guess I'll be taking my leave now, pudgy," Bruce remarked, sensing that Jon was irritated. He waved goodbye to an oblivious Mac before leaving.

Before following Bruce out, Jon suddenly remembered why he had run into Mac in the first place. "Hey Mac, can I ask a favor of you?"

"Sure, what's up, yodelay?" Mac responded cheerfully.

"I need to pick up some stuff from Goldie's but I can't lift it all. Could you help?"

"Sure! Anything for you, bro!"

"Great, thanks. Goldie's waiting for us, so let's-"

"But first I need to put my old wallpaper and carpet back," Mac interrupted, ignoring Jon. "Hey, can you help?"

Jon sighed.

…This isn't turning out as good as I hoped… Ah well, I'll publish it anyway. (And yes, I really did name my New Leaf town "Village". Don't judge me.)

Uhhhh yeah. Read and review por favor y gracias.