A/N: Have something dumb and a little goofy.

Requested anonymously on tumblr with the prompt "Andy Dwyer for Mayor."

A quiet morning in the Ludgate-Dwyer house - 6:50 AM

"Babe," April shakes her husband awake. There are so many things she doesn't understand about this stupid town, and somehow this one makes the most sense. "Wake up, Andy."

"Hmm?" he blinks his eyes open and smiles wide at her.

There's a bunch of weird, ridiculous paperwork that has to be done. Even now, Ben just shakes his head at the idea and that someone actually approached them with this idea. Everyone says there's no way he'll win, and that Andy certainly isn't the right person for the job, so that means April's going to make it her mission to get Andy into office as the Mayor of Pawnee, Indiana.

Andy Dwyer, former shoeshinist now executive assistant. Andy Dwyer, who worked from the bottom (he literally lived in a pit) and made his way through small town government (kind of, but April's picked up a few things from Ben and that crazy Jennifer lady). Andy Dwyer, loyal friend and husband, was going to be the mayor and if April has to kill all of his opponents and brainwash the entire town just to prove he can do it, then so be it.

An annoying meeting with terrible advisors - 3:30 PM

April groans when the guy across the table slides another series of charts in front of her. Andy's looking at April because he has no idea how to interpret the chart - how he couldn't figure out a line plot was kind of beyond her, but being good with numbers and figures doesn't win many votes in small-town Midwest America - and she hates all this formality. Why couldn't they just run around with flyers stuck to their body as clothes, screaming about his running?

That sounded way more fun, and April fires the campaign manager on the spot. Walking out of his office, Andy's confused and asking a bunch of questions. Outside and sitting on a bench in a hallway, she grabs the sides of his face and stares at him intently.

"I'm confused, I thought we needed him..." Andy starts, matching her glare.

"No, that guy sucks," she smirks a little and continues, "besides, you've already got a manager."

Andy smiles wide and kisses her.

An hour later she calls Leslie, asking her to help make buttons and flyers.

The stupid press asking stupid questions

April's tapping her foot behind the cameras as Joan Callamezzo pats her hair down and looks smugly at Andy, who's caught in the middle of a strange question about whether or not he may or may not have, possibly or not, done or not done something as crazy as streaking. Or not. The wording just made him twitch, and April wanted to take a toothpick from one of the little sandwiches and drive it into the reporter's eye.

She might have liked Joan in passing, a little, before. Now it was way too personal. Leslie could handle herself, but Andy was clearly struggling.

After a break, April demands that she sit in on the next segment of the interview. Andy looks so pleased and relieved. When they finish the count, April's stuck next to Andy and giving Joan her best, most debilitating glare. Wide eyes, loosely pursed lips, and a small jutting of her chin towards the woman is the best she can. Snaking her arm through Andy's and holding his hand, she keeps the stare as the reporter starts back up again, shakily.

Perd Hapley - 6:00 PM

"There have been complaints, from people - who are citizens of Pawnee - about you and your husband streaking into their homes with promotional material. So, I have a question for you Mrs. Dwyer, is this or is this not founded in fact?"

"Ludgate-Dwyer."

"Excuse me?"

"My last name is Ludgate-Dwyer, and obviously that's completely true. This is the sort of thing you can come to expect from having Andy Dwyer as your mayor."

April then gets seventeen calls from the Langman's stupid nightmare collection of people, one call from a bunch of ladies saying they'd back her as mayor over her husband any day, and hundreds of messages from voters. Handing out your private number as the official method of contact turned out to be a terrible idea, especially when that creep Harris existed.

Polling

The first polling results come in, and somehow Andy's only trailing by ten points. Ben almost breaks down, Leslie can't stop laughing, and Andy asks her what that means. She loves him, but sometimes he just doesn't quite grasp some things. When she tells him that he can actually win this thing, and makes sure to repeatedly say she always knew he could, Andy picks her up and declares her the best wife-slash-manager the world's ever seen. There's no denying that's awesome to be told, even though she's pretty sure he calls her the best wife in the world every other day.

When they have a conference talking about their new strategies and Andy's platform - which seemed to be constant parties and an absolute, total lack of knowledge about politics and city government - Andy leaves a beautiful pull quote.

He stands at the podium with April standing next to him, clutching a binder. All those reporters and cameras make her nervous and she's glad Andy's a perfect buffer.

"So, yeah... I guess this meeting of newspeople is over," he pulls her closer to him with one arm, without looking away from the reporters. "You guys should probably go because I'm about to make out with the greatest campaign manager in the world."

"Don't worry, it's cool," April leans over to speak into the mic. "I'm his wife. I even have the paperwork to prove it."

"Yeah, and we're totally gonna do it later," he smirks and fulfills his promise of leaning down and kissing her hard on the mouth.

The very next day, in bed - 1:30 PM

April gets a series of emails and texts that annoyingly wake her up. Pushing disheveled hair out of the way, eyes and body equally tired, she touched the matted smash of hair in the back and smiled to herself. Checking the emails, she laughs softly.

After the conference, Andy's almost tied with Gunderson.