Hello! Today- yesterday's prompt for The TDOQ challenge was "Sweet talked into it" a wrote a short story because I'm  l a z y  and have another prompt to do!

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"Mumbo!"

"What, G?" Mumbo looked up from The Hermiton Herald. "Also, what's this about me running for mayor?"

"Uhm, that's why I wanted to talk to you." Grian shuffled his feet.

"G, what is it?" Mumbo motioned for Grian to sit on the ledge next to him.

The short man sat down, looking at his feet. "Mumbo... we need you to be mayor."

Mumbo looked flabbergasted. "Me? G, look at me! That sign isn't even correct! Tango has my mustache!"

Grian turned a bright pink. "I-I know Mumby, but..." Mumbo put his arm around Grian. "W-Well, we thought you were good!" he looked up at Mumbo, tears in his eyes.

"Oh-Okay? Why would you think that?"

"You're nice, you're orderly. You're honestly one of the most popular, you're great at redstone! And you're handsome!" Grian turned red at that last comment, clapping his hand over his mouth.

"Grian..." Mumbo looked down at his feet for a moment. "I don't think so. Why not Iskall? They've been el mayore!"

Grian picked up his communicator, typing something on it. "Grian? What was that?"

A figure jumped out of the bushes nearby. Well, to the side and quite a bit far away. They let out a screech, running over. It was Iskall.

"I don't have TIME to be mayor! Look at my base, you spoon!" Iskall threw their arms at the large canopy in the distance. "If I have to do mayoring, it'll never get finished!" And with that, they ran back to the underbrush out of sight.

"False? Ren? Bdubs? Cleo? Why can't one of them be mayor?"

"False is busy on her base, Ren has a Star Wars roleplay going on, plus he's mayor of Dead Dog Gulch, Bdubs is busy getting blown up, and Cleo runs a whole zoo and newspaper. Is that lots of free time to you, Mumbo!?"

"Ah." Mumbo bit his lip.

"So you, the still handsome, smart, intelligent, tall, lanky, weak, interesting man is perfect for the job!"

"If you say so, G."

One week after Mumbo was elected as mayor

"Mr. Jumbo? I have a full article on why I am official dogcatcher, and therefore should be the hands in charge of the wold's diamonds."

"Joe, who wrote that?" Mumbo rested his chin on his hand as he leaned back in his diamond throne.

"Why, Miss ZombieCleo and Mister Cubfan, of course. It's a newspaper article, I think that's professional enough."

"Joe, for the last time-"

"MISTER MAYOR SIR! MY HOUSE IS ON FIRE AND IT'S CATCHING ON TO THE WHOLE JUNGLE!"

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(455 words)

I hoped you liked it! Have a great day/night, little snakes!