A/N: This fic was a gift for Lillybellis for the winter cycle of the Twific Gift Exchange. There are four chapters total and I will be posting one a day. Hope you enjoy it as much as my recipient did.

EPOV

It was the hot ticket item of the season. If I didn't get this, my niece would hold it over my head and she barely comes to my mid thighs.

A small, slightly lispy voice spoke to me from below. "Uncle Eddie, can I have the Tammi Tallulah doll for Christmas?" Shoshanna's big, brown eyes looked up at me, her tiny fist pulling on my pant leg.

Smiling wide down at her, patting her blonde hair, I promised her, "Of course." I had no idea what a Tammi Tallulah doll was.

Her mouth stretched into a charming smile, her two front teeth missing. As she ran passed me out of the kitchen, she sing-songed 'Tammi Tallulah!' over and over.

"You think you can just walk into a store and buy that doll?" Rosalie practically laughed at me and my naivety about toy buying.

"It's a doll." I grabbed a carrot from the vegetables she was chopping. "Toys R Us, Kay Bee Toys, Wal-Mart. They'll have it." With finality, I chomped the pointy end off. It's a piece of plastic with fake hair and some girly dress on it, what else was there to do but walk into an establishment and purchase the thing?

She shook her head, as she cut angrily into some thick pieces. "You shouldn't have promised her. Now, she's going to think you'll be able to get it for her and she'll be upset and why would you want an upset five year old on Christmas Day?" Rosalie's voice grew higher and higher as she spoke.

"Rosalie, come on. It's not like I'm out looking for Tickle Me Elmo." The only reason I was even aware of that phenomenon was because I had tried and failed to get one for my girlfriend in high school. Yes, in high school. That red furry giggling monstrosity even captivated the girl I was trying to have sex with.

"No. It's much, much worse."

"Rose, stop talking about that bump on my nut. I'm going to get it checked out." Emmett's booming voice preceded him as he entered. His eyes met mine, looking flustered at what he inadvertently admitted. "Hey Eddie."

I bit my cheeks to keep the laughter at bay. "Emmett." He really didn't need me having another secret held against him. I already have the bachelor party debauchery stored away for blackmail. Nothing like your future brother-in-law waking up on the stripper's boobs outside the strip club the morning you're supposed to get married, drooling all over them.

"Yeah, keep your mouth shut." Emmett gave me the stare down, as he walked to kiss his wife and stare at her boobs a little.

"Hey. Eyes up there." I didn't need him doing that to my sister in front of me.

"Once you experience pregnancy boobs, you never go back." Emmett ignored me, but made up for it by passing me a beer from the fridge. "So, I heard an update on the Tammi Tallulah doll five a day giveaway." He threw out there, before popping open his Heineken.

I perked up a little bit; with the way Rosalie made obtaining this doll out to be, any information would help. "Oh really? There's a giveaway?"

"Why? You want one? You have the dress, album and make up kit already, right?" Emmett took a swig of his beer. Asshole.

Two can play at that game. "The thing with your nut? What's the problem exactly? Is it ascending back into your body?" I took a victory chug. A sweet, sweet chug.

"Alright, enough showing off how big your dicks are." Rosalie cut in; Emmett and I constantly ragged on each other. If I tried ragging on Rosalie when we were younger, she'd storm off and refuse to talk to me for a few days. Now, having a brother to shoot the shit with got rid of the sneers and soul burning stares. "What'd you hear?"

"They said that there are five stores in the New York City giving away five Tammi Tallulah dolls."

"That's good. We'll get a couple more people to help us stake out the five popular toy stores in the city." I didn't know many people anymore, but I could get the ones I still did know to help me out.

"No. The catch is that the dolls aren't going to be in any kinds of toy stores. They're going to be in places that are related to the Tammi Tallulah show. The stores are going to be answers to clues."

I knew nothing about this show; twenty five year old males weren't exactly the demographic audience. Maybe I could Wikipedia some things beforehand. "How're we supposed to know about any of that?"

I knew what was coming next; Emmett's curious grin with big, fat know it all dimples. "Why so interested, Edward?"

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Edward promised Shoshanna a Tammi Tallulah doll."

Emmett's lips formed a chuckle against the top of his bottle. "Dude, why would you do that?"

"How was I to know it would be like finding Waldo?" He could stop yanking my chain and give me the information.

"Fine. You have to listen to radio morning show tomorrow morning at eight o'clock and they will give you the first clue as to where to go. After that, on the hour every hour, they'll give more clues."

"Clues? You mean I have to figure out where it is?" It's not like I have a full time job to go to, but still. The people who made the doll weren't making it easy.

"Look before you leap next time, Eddie." Emmett preached to me before leaving to change out of his scrubs.

Looks like I had until eight o'clock in the morning to brush up on everyone's favorite pre-teen girl television show.

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BPOV

"Bella, I need you to remove your..." Mr. Aro told me for the umpteenth time, pointing to his own nostril for demonstration. I always forgot it was there and then when I do remember, it's too late.

"No problem, boss." I really needed a job that allowed me to leave my nose stud in.

"Oh, and that other one." He pointed to the area below his lower lip.

"I just got this one, it can't come out yet." I had it done the day before by the talented Slippery Sam, a legend in piercing. Appointments for him were few and far between and I was able to get one.

He breathed an aggravated sigh through his nose, whistling against the unplucked hairs. "And Felix called in sick. Alright, work the counter today. I'll put off doing the numbers until tomorrow." With that, Mr. Aro went about his business in the back.

For the most part, working at Mr. Aro Alabaster's Bookshop was a cake walk. I wasn't too big on books before working here. My real dream was working in a used record store in the West Village somewhere, but they either wanted some eye candy to look at while working or they weren't hiring. Mr. Aro hired me because I reminded him of his daughter; I'm a twenty five year old college graduate with piercings, she's a thirty five year old lawyer with two kids.

And my mother being a librarian, would've loved her daughter to work at an antique bookstore. Books never captivated me when I was kid; they were ominous on our bookshelf with big gold font on dark hard covers. I preferred the bright inviting images of the television.

A few hours passed on my shift as people came in and out of the store. A group of teens came in, looking to hang out in a warm place as they waited for a friend to arrive before going to the movie theater across the street. One of the boys tried to pick me up, complimenting my 'very cute plaid skirt' and wondered if I 'needed any help taking it off later'. Very charming. Also, very high school.

As they left, the phone rang. I ran to pick it up in time, but didn't make it. I vaguely heard Mr. Aro greet whoever was on the phone.

Mr. Aro came out from his office five minutes later. "Isabella, could you be here a little before eight o'clock tomorrow morning?"

So I get to close and I have to come back in the morning? Plus, that isn't normal business hours for the bookshop. "What's going on at eight in the morning?"

He adjusted the brim of his glasses before speaking. "Well, I received a call from a lady from a Tantamount Studios? They're having a giveaway of something called Tammi Tallulah." He waved his hands around, trying to decipher and remember information he just heard. "Anyway, they chose this store as one of the places to give it away. I have to take Mrs. Aro to the orthopedic early tomorrow morning, so I need you here."

Shit.

Once he mentioned Tammi Tallulah, I knew I was in deep shit.

Aside from working the occasional hours at the shop, I baby-sat for a little girl. We'd sit and watch the show after she got out of school every day. She'd slip on the purple and silver dress, put on the characters signature silver bracelets and dance around the living room. I watched it not only out of obligation for my job, but one of the guys on the show was hot; later on, I checked to make sure my crush wasn't illegal.

Half the time though, I slept through that entire hour of television.

Then one day, I slept for too long and almost got in trouble by her parents. The girl agreed to keep my own nappy time a secret if I got her the doll for Christmas.

I agreed to, even though that toy was in demand right now. Anything with Tammi Tallulah's name on it was the 'in' thing. Then, I went online and checked on the places I could find the doll. I browsed every single retail website that would sell it and all of them were sold out. EBay was my last option and the starting price was way more than a month's paycheck for both the bookshop and the babysitting.

This was my last shot. And it would be free!

And what are the chances that our store was chosen to hand one of them out? It was kismet! I could have my hands on it and gift wrapped for the next time I see her.

But, if I were a parent or anyone trying to win it and an employee at the store withheld it for themselves, I would have to break their legs.

I suddenly had a moral dilemma.

I was screwed.