"I'm in the mood for love, Simply because you're near me. Funny, but when you're near me. I'm in the mood for love"; Felix was humming contently to himself whilst trying to adjust his blue bow tie. It was as if the silky material had a mind of its own, thus it refused to be positioned where Felix wanted it to be. Unfortunately, this was something beyond his hammer– if he could, he would have solved the whole issue with a swift tap to his collar, but no. Instead, he was forced to wrestle man to tie and his battle with the infernal accessory had lasted at least fifteen minutes. A normal character would have surrendered to such an annoying adornment, but this little 8-bit handyman was not one to admit defeat – especially to a dickey bow. Finally, Felix began to get the upper hand and tweaked the infuriating decoration into place. With an exasperated groan, he ran a thoughtful hand through the parting in his smooth brown hair and slumped his shoulders, as if a great weight had just been miraculously lifted from them. Sighing, he fastened his golden hammer cufflinks to the sleeves of his freshly pressed shirt. These cufflinks had been his fathers and they seldom saw action, unless it was a very special occasion – tonight it was one of those nights. The bow tie, the cufflinks, the dozen pixelated roses he had picked from the NiceLand garden's – they were all in aid of his and Tamora's one year wedding anniversary. He sighed happily, musing over the love of his life, whilst returning the shoe polish to its proper place and altering his navy cummerbund. Satisfied, he glanced at the debonair being in the mirror before him. He smirked and gazed longingly at the gleaming golden wedding band on his finger. "Tammy…" he murmured fondly. Suddenly, his cerulean eyes caught a glimpse of the ticking contraption attached to his wrist. 7:25! 7:25! 7:25! It almost seemed to bark at him. He gulped and hastily pulled on his gloves. He was supposed to meet his gorgeous gal outside Hero's Duty at 7:30, and being the courageous leader of a squadron of simpering soldiers, she was always punctual. "Jiminey Jaminy, I'm going to be late!" he exclaimed, grabbing his jacket from the bed and running towards the door.

As soon as he burst through the door, he was taken aback by the sight unfolding before him. A crudely painted banner stating "Happy Anniversary Hammer Time and Sergeant Smiles" was draped across the ceiling and paint was still dripping from the sign onto his once clean tiled floor. The smell of burnt pie wafted uninvitingly up his nose and he reflexively gagged at the unpalatable aroma. Colourful glitter particles lay scattered across the floor and were encrusted on his new rug. Jagged pieces of paper and card were strewn across the table and bottle of glue was threatening to fall off the counter, its sticky substance already trickling out of the nozzle. Paper chains were haphazardly entwined around the bannisters, the table legs and were even taped the hood of the fish tank. Amidst all this chaos, a sheepish looking Ralph and Vanellope shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. "Ha – ha happy Ann-iversa rr ry Ha mmer ttime" Vanellope stammered, trying to keep her glitch under control. She handed the card she had anxiously been clutching to Felix, aware that his gaze lay on the surrounding mess. Mouth still agape, he scanned the card, partially understanding it was the reason behind some of the mess. On the front cover, there was a hand drawn picture of the Sergeant and himself, complete with stuck on google eyes. As he opened the card, he was confronted with a giant heart composed entirely of multi-coloured glitter. Felix gritted his teeth; a knot was forming in his stomach, in addition to the lump in his throat. He averted his gaze to the small squirming girl in front of him. Ralph cleared his throat and brought his giant hand from behind his back. "Happy Anniversary Brother" he smiled, unclenching his fist, to reveal what looked like the cindered remains of a heart shaped pie. "I-I made this for you and the Sarge, you know in case you get peckish after your anniversary date… Mary gave me the recipe… it's blueberry your favourite… but you know, it didn't quite turn out the way I had planned" Ralph stuttered, his cheeks growing redder by the minute. Dumbfounded, Felix simply stared at the singed remnants of the pie Ralph offered him. The word "inedible" immediately sprung to his mind and he wondered by the smell and appearance of the pie, what state his Kitchen was in. Felix did not what to do, as he regarded the two disconcerted individuals before him. He was so touched by their efforts, but simultaneously, he was aware he did not have the time to tidy up. However, Vanellope's beaming chocolaty eyes and Ralph's toothy grin, softened his frustration and he sighed in exasperation. "T-thanks you two" he murmured softly and hugged them both. Unfortunately, the ticking mechanism on his arm snapped him out of his reverie and the harsh reality suddenly began to dawn upon him. 7:35!. "Oh my land… She's going to murdalise me! I'm so late! What am I going to do? The house is a disaster zone!" Felix babbled uncontrollably, flailing his arms in the air. "Felix, pull yourself together!" Ralph exclaimed. "NOOO Ralph!" came the swift and maddened reply. Ralph and Vanellope shrunk back a little- they had never seen their little handyman so worked up. Felix realised how harsh his tone was and relaxed a little, seeing his surprised companions. "Sorry guys" he exhaled nervously. "I just wanted everything to be perfect for Tammy tonight and now I'm late and I don't have time to tidy and and…" he began babbling again. The wrecker started to fiddle with his giant thumbs, conscious of the fact that all of the mess was his and Vanellope's fault. Vanellope rolled her eyes and patted the sobbing hanyman on the shoulder. "Cheer up Pie boy!" she said in her sweetest voice. "Stinkbrain and I will clear up, while you and Sarge have dinner. Problema solved!" she exclaimed, beaming at her own ingenuity. Felix took his hands from his eyes. "Really? You mean that?" he asked, his tone practically dripping with cautiousness. "Of course!" she cried, waving her stubby hands in the air. Felix was aware that Vanellope was more prone to making mess than getting rid of it, but what other choice did he have? An angry wife? Or a wife with a temper off the Richter scale? Felix decided the latter would be the safer option, even if it did mean trusting a candy whirlwind and a giant wrecking ball with the task of cleaning his home.

"Alright" he smiled. "Tammy and I should be back by 10:00, so the place better be in ship shape by the time we come back, Captain Von Schweetz" he adopted a mocking but serious tone. Vanellope saluted and stood to attention. "Ay Ay Sir. No fear with team 'clean it' on the job" she giggled. Ralph said nothing, but stared at the overconfident girl in front of him. "Thanks guys" Felix laughed "I know you won't let me down". Ralph coughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. "Y-yeah, well you go get em brother" he said uneasily. "Knock em dead" Vanellope added, handing Felix his precious bouquet. Felix blushed slightly. "I'll try" he grimaced and grabbing his signature hat, he ran through the door.

As soon as he had boarded the train for Game Central Station, he realised what he had done. "Oh my land, Ralph and Vanellope are going to tidy our house!" he whispered to himself. However, he dismissed the frightful image he had conjured in his mind and focused his thoughts on the lovely time he was going to have that evening. "Afterall, what's the worst that could happen" he thought. "Ralph is a mature adult and Vanellope understands the gravity of this situation; what trouble could they possibly get into?"