A/N - Alright, time for the second gift. This one was really hard to decide on (who would recieve the gift that is) but thanks to Robin (doodlegirll) for helping me figure some of the gifts out : ) This one, admittedly, is just plain awkward on many levels. I also, just really wanted to get this chapter over with so it might seemed a little rushed. Sorry 'bout that. Also, I hope that no one loses interest in this story overall because I make a plug for one of my MTR ships...yep, Tallulah and Carl. But I promise for those who aren't fans, it's pretty quick and painless and is really only played up for comedic purposes. Another note, I could really have gone on and on with this chapter despite my wanting to get it over with. Reasons: I could have easily made it over sappy with like the wedding and reception and whatnot, but I felt that it just didn't seem in step with the rest of the story and would maybe even detract. Of course, it makes me want to write a separate oneshot...almost. Okay, enough blabbing or this a/n will get longer than the chapter itself!

Chapter 2

More snow had fallen but the cold air couldn't be felt inside the warmth of Wilbur's bedroom. He cracked his eyes slightly, saw that it was already nearing 11 a.m. He then rolled over and closed his eyes again. Suddenly, he opened them again. He shot up, rubbed his eyes a little and looked around him curiously. He looked back at the clock, "The clock says 11 but it doesn't sound like 11," Wilbur said to himself suspiciously. Usually, he awoke to the sound of Gaston's meatball cannon, Billie's trains, Tallulah and Laszlo's bickering, Petunia's screeching, the works, but not this Saturday morning. The quiet was almost deafening. He quickly jumped out of bed, got dressed and ran out of his room. In his hurry, he passed right by a few of his family members in the kitchen. However, he skidded to a stop and did a double take. Was that his mom and grandma all dressed up and his dad and Carl in tuxedos? He hurried back over to them. "What's going on? Did I miss something?"

"Sweetie, why aren't you dressed?" Franny asked in a tone that didn't seem happy.

"Oh no!" Cornelius suddenly gasped. "In all the rush I forgot to wake him up."

"What?!" Franny asked with sudden panic. "Well, it doesn't give him much time to get ready. Wilbur, hurry up and put on one of your suits and then I'll gel your hair back."

"Wait! Suits, hair gel? What's going on!?" Wilbur couldn't take it anymore and demanded an answer.

Franny opened her mouth to explain, but was interrupted by Billie. "I went to check up on everything and Tallulah says that there's a problem with the dress."

"Oh my…" Lucille said worriedly. "Let me see what I can do," she offered, following Billie as they left.

"I'll be there in a minute to help too," Franny called after them.

"Whoa! Wait? Tallulah…dress?" Wilbur looked around at the tuxedos, his eyes stopping on Carl. "Is this a wedding? Carl, are you and Tallulah finally getting married!? I mean, it's about time you two woke up and smelled grandma's coffee patches! Wait…what am I saying? This is just plain weird," Wilbur finished with a face that showed how wigged out he was by the whole idea.

Carl suddenly looked around uncomfortably, obviously embarrassed. Cornelius, who had been taking a drink from a glass of water, suddenly spewed the liquid in his mouth all over Franny's face. "Cornelius Robinson, can't you contain yourself?" Franny asked, more than just a little upset by the sudden shower.

"I'm sorry," he choked out with a laugh. "But Wilbur's…"

"I don't care what Wilbur says."

"No, you don't understand. His face…" Cornelius stopped, realizing Franny's face meant that no explanation would suffice for what had happened. "You're right. Now's not the time."

"Now, you can explain to your son what's going on while I go help Tallulah…and fix my makeup," Franny's emphasis proved that her patience with her husband was wearing thin.

"Here," Carl offered her a towel shyly, glad that the topic about him and Tallulah getting married wasn't being pursued any further at the moment.

"Thank you," Franny thanked him, took the towel, and left. Her heels were clicking furiously against the marble floors as she went.

"Well, that couldn't have gotten any worse," Cornelius sighed with relief that his wife was away for now.

"Sure it could have, dad," Wilbur wasn't helping matters any.

"Not funny, Wilbur. You're really the one who got me into that you know. Going on about Tallulah and Carl and then making that hilarious face," he accused with a point of his finger.

"What? I was serious. Are they?"

"Of course not," Carl finally spoke up.

"Well, then who's Tallulah marrying?"

"What!? Tallulah's not marrying anyone!" Carl surprised them both with the sudden rise of his voice. "Uh, I mean, Tallulah's not marrying anyone…is she?"

Cornelius just laughed again. "This day is getting stranger by the second. Listen, Wilbur, when Billie said Tallulah said that there's something wrong with the dress, she didn't mean her dress. She meant your aunt Petunia's dress."

"Wait, huh?" Wilbur was even more confused than he had been before.

"It's a long story…one you would know if you hadn't slept in and missed breakfast. But it's okay," Cornelius continued. "This morning Fritz and Petunia got a mysterious Christmas present, kind of like your grandpa did yesterday. Again, all it said was 'From Your True Love.' They got two turtle doves."

"Two turtle doves? Uh-huh…and that explains this all because…"

"Well, it's odd because apparently your aunt Petunia loves turtle doves. She had a pair as pets when she was a very young puppet and…"

"A young puppet?" Wilbur thought hard for a second and then shuddered. "You know what; some mysteries are best not explained. Continue."

"Yes, I'd like to. Well, your uncle and aunt also had turtle doves at their wedding. They simultaneously set a pair free apparently. So, when your aunt saw the turtle doves, it brought out the sensitive side of her that we don't see very often. The next thing you know, they come into breakfast spouting how they want to renew their vows as soon as possible. And then your grandma made a few phone calls and voila, it's all going to happen in about a couple of hours. There'll even be a reception here afterwards for all of the guests that managed to make it on such short notice."

"This is all too much," Wilbur said incredulously, one eyebrow raised. "I mean, couldn't they have at least waited until tomorrow? And aunt Petunia has a sensitive side…over turtle doves? This is just too much! Even for this family. I mean, what's the big deal about turtle doves that makes a wom-uh-puppet want to renew her vows? Who cares if she had some as pets."

"Actually," Carl spoke up, "there's a logical explanation really."

"Oh really? Well, I definitely don't see it. All I see is a illogical, spur of the moment mess."

"And you should know," Cornelius took a sarcastic stab at his son, reminding him of all of the times Wilbur hadn't really thought things through.

"Don't you know that turtle doves are the symbol of true love? " Carl asked, as if it were the most common knowledge there was. "Turtle doves create strong pair bonds. They never leave one another's side. They mate for life."

"Okay, I get the point. But why on earth would anyone have had the sudden urge to send uncle Fritz and aunt Petunia something that symbolizes true love? Whoever it was must have never actually been in the room with them for more than ten minutes. As for never separated…no, I'm not even going to go there," Wilbur shuddered again.

The sight of it brought back memories to Cornelius of when he had first learned that he would have an uncle married to a puppet. "Despite what it may seem like at times, your uncle and aunt do love each other. They're still together aren't they? And this is a nice change of pace so please, just let them enjoy this new spark of unconditional love while it lasts."

"Alright. I don't understand it, but I'll go along." Wilbur left to go change, but added under his breath. "I can't wait to see what spontaneous gift comes next."

"Well, I'm glad that's handled," Cornelius gave another sigh of relief. "Actually, don't tell Wilbur, but I'm just going along with it too."

"I think everyone's just going along with it," Carl assured.

"Mainly to keep Petunia happy," Cornelius slightly laughed, but it was more truth than a joke. "So…what's this about you and Tallulah?"