A/N: Our little story is coming to an end. I know, it's sad. Do you need a tissue? Oh, I'm- I'm so sorry. Anything you need, I'll be there for you. . . except now, I have to go to a sale at the Kmart. Okay, ongoing, train-wreck joke aside, here is the epilogue to the saga of Mrs. Fix-it.

Disclaimer: Mama Fix-it sprung out of my demented mind, but Wreck-it Ralph did not.

"Okay. Here's how we're gonna do this." Calhoun said, walking into the living room, holding a large sheet of paper and a box full of markers underneath her arm, "Everyone picks two names. One for a boy, and one for a girl."

Vanellope climbed up on Ralph's shoulder and whispered, "FYI, mine's gonna get picked."

Ralph rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I can see it now. The baby will be named Vanellope-is-da-bomb Fix-it, regardless of its gender."

Vanellope smiled and put her head against her cheek with a dreamy look in her eyes, "Pretty awesome name, huh."

Ralph rolled his eyes and gave the nine-year-old a shove.

Calhoun took the large sheet of paper and posted it against the wall. She removed one thick marker from the box and drew a long line down the center of the paper. On one side of the line she wrote the word 'girl' and on the other 'boy.'

"Okay," Calhoun said as she turned from the chart, "who wants to get the ball rolling?"

"I do!" Vanellope said, hopping up and down, "Pick me! Pick me!"

"Okay, short-stuff," Calhoun said, leaning against a table, moving closer to the little child, "what'cha got?"

"Oh, boy." Ralph said, smashing a hand over his face, "Here it comes."

"If it's a girl, Caitlin. If it's a boy, Samuel." Vanellope said. She smiled smugly at Ralph, "See, I can pick good names, Señor Stupid-face."

Felix smiled, "Those are very nice names, Vanellope."

"Yeah," Vanellope said, sitting on the arm of the couch, "FYI: I chose those names because they are the names of the producers of my game. I see them on the title screen every day."

"Huh, interesting." Ralph said.

Calhoun looked over her shoulder as she finished writing the 'l' in Samuel, "What about you, Wreck-it?"

"Um. ." Ralph put a hand to his chin, "Girl: Sasha. Boy: Jackson."

Calhoun murmured, "Sasha and Jackson." She wrote them quickly on the chart, "Okay, Wreck-it, nicely done."

"How'd you come up with those?" Felix asked, smiling over at the giant who was taking up almost the whole couch, by himself.

"Um, well, I," Ralph sighed, "Those were actually the first names that popped into my head."

The sergeant rolled her eyes, "Oh, Ralph."

Felix stood from the chair and walked up to his wife's side, "Now, Tammy and I have picked names for the both of us."

Calhoun stepped to the side and revealed the names she had just written on the chart, "For a girl, Lindsey. For a boy, Tony."

Vanellope shrugged, "Not as good as mine, but," She sighed, "I suppose they'll do."

Mrs. Fix-it came down the stairs with both of her suitcases in her arms. Calhoun stepped nonchalantly over to the right, so that she blocked the chart from the old woman's view. Mrs. Fix-it placed her suitcases on the floor with a 'plunk,' "Well, my tram is coming at eight, so I'd better get ready to go."

Vanellope jumped up from the arm of the couch and rushed over to her, "You can't leave! Who else is gonna make me baked goods every day?"

Calhoun groaned, "For cryin' out loud! You come from a world made of that stuff!"

Mrs. Fix-it chuckled, "I'm sure you get enough, darin''

Vanellope nodded sadly, "Yeah, I guess I do. After all, I am from a game called 'Sugar Rush.' What do ya think its made of?" This resulted in Calhoun putting her head into her hands and staying there for a long time. Vanellope smiled again, "Well, thanks for teaching me about that Jesus guy and that book he wrote." She looked back at Ralph, "I hear it was a best seller."

Ralph rolled his eyes, "Ay yi yi."

Mrs. Fix-it patted her head and tousled her hair, "No problem, Buttercup."

Ralph lifted Vanellope up onto his shoulder, "So long, Mrs. Fix-it. It was nice seeing you."

Mrs. Fix-it wrapped her arms around Ralph, "Oh, goodbye, Ralph. I'll miss your funny religion."

"Do you mean Judaism?" Ralph asked.

She nodded, smiling, "Yes. Oh, yes." She giggled for a little before she moved over to her son, while Ralph sighed.

"Goodbye, Moonpie!" Mrs. Fix-it said, giving her son a warm hug.

"I'll miss you, Mama." Felix said, holding his mother's shoulders.

Mrs. Fix-it walked up slowly to the sergeant. Calhoun sucked in her cheeks. She had been dreading having to speak to Felix's mother again. She hadn't actually spoken to her since the 'revenge,' except for things like 'Pass the butter.' But, Calhoun knew that this was just like a shot from the doctor's clinic. You just have to bite your tongue, and get it over with, knowing the pain will only last a few seconds. And then you're done. . . until the next visit.

"Oh, Tammy." Mrs. Fix-it said, rubbing Tamora's hand, "Dear, sweet Tammy."

Calhoun nodded and whispered, "Yes, that's my name."

Just get it over with, old woman. Calhoun thought to herself, awaiting that last nasty thing that Mrs. Fix-it would say to her.

"Go easy on the ham." Mrs. Fix-it said, now taking Tamora's hand and squeezing it in her own.

Calhoun sighed, There it is.

Calhoun shrugged, "Well, you know what all those doctors say: 'A pound of ham a day keeps the pigs away.' "

"Funny. Ralph's still here." Vanellope sniggered. Ralph swiped at the child resting on his shoulder like one might swipe at a mosquito.

Mrs. Fix-it giggled, "Yes. . . but, still." Mrs. Fix-it walked away, leaving Calhoun with crossed arms. She looked up and pointed at the chart, "What's all this?"

Felix walked up to the chart, "We're just deciding names for the. . . for the. . . the-"

Calhoun noticed that he was struggling to complete that sentence, so she stepped over to him, "For the baby."

To everyone's surprise, Mrs. Fix-it smiled and said, "Oh, isn't that lovely!" She slowly looked over the chart with great interest, "These are all wonderful names."

Felix walked up closer to his mother and put a hand on her shoulder, "Mama? There is something we need to tell you about the baby."

Mrs. Fix-it inhaled and let out an exasperated sigh, "Oh, what is it now? Is the baby going to be raised by a pack of wild wolves?"

"What? No, mother!" Felix said, taken aback by his mother's sudden outburst, "Tammy and I have decided that the baby's middle name will be Rose for a girl, and Ross for a boy."

Mrs. Fix-it tilted her head and squinted her eyes, "But Rose is my name. And Ross is mighty similar to Rose. So. . ." It took Mrs. Fix-it a minute, but eventually she put a hand over her mouth and exclaimed, "Oh, my land!"

Calhoun smiled a very small smile, "Yes, yes. We decided that the baby's middle name would be your name."

Mrs. Fix-it's eyes filled with tears of joy before she wiped them away with her handkerchief, "I don't believe it!" She grabbed both Tamora and Felix's hands and giggled, "You're giving me the honeyglows something awful!"

"Yeah, we decided this awhile ago." Calhoun nodded. She narrowed her eyes at the fragile, old woman and angrily whispered, "Before that little stunt you pulled, by the way." She whispered this so quietly that no one even heard her say it.

"But, what about the first name?" Mrs. Fix-it asked, carefully looking over the names on the chart.

"Well, we're trying to decide that." Felix said, "That's what the chart is for."

Mrs. Fix-it nodded. She had a look on her face that looked like she was trying to decide on a pizza topping. She looked over at her son, "Well, why don't you continue our family's tradition?"

"What's that?" Vanellope asked, climbing up on Ralph's head.

"Well, Felix's Pa found out that I was pregnant with Felix, he became very sick-"

Vanellope slapped her hands against her cheeks like a young Macaulay Culkin, "Felix is sick? Is he gonna die?"

Mrs. Fix-it shook her head, "Oh, no, no, honey. My little Felix is fine." She chuckled warmly as Vanellope took several deep breaths of relief. Mrs. Fix-it took a seat on the couch, "Let me explain."

When Felix's father got sick, I knew he wasn't going to be around forever, so I wanted him to always be with his son. So, I named Felix after his father, so then, no matter what, my little Felix would always have his father with him."

Vanellope smiled, trying to wipe the mist from her eyes without anyone noticing (she liked to believe that she had a reputation as the toughest racer in all of Sugar Rush), "I like that." She jumped up and tumbled off of Ralph's shoulder to the ground. She giggled, "I like it a lot!"

Calhoun smiled. She had never thought of that as an option. She took the marker and wrote two new names onto the sheet.

Suddenly, the little wooden bird sprung out of the little door and the large, wooden cuckoo clock chimed once. Twice. Three times.

The loud chimes continued five more times. Mrs. Fix-it gasped and stood up from the couch, "Oh, dear. My tram is here." She grabbed her suitcases off of the floor, "I'd best be moving on."

Ralph looked down at Mrs. Fix-it, "Aw, are you sure you can't stay until the next tram."

Mrs. Fix-it smiled and shook her head, "Oh, no, no, no, no." She reached down and grabbed her suitcases, "Ya'll know that all the crazies come out after noon."

So, with that, Felix, Ralph, Vanellope and Calhoun lead Mrs. Fix-it to the tram station. Felix politely opened the door to his mother's compartment, while Ralph took her suitcases and lifted them onto the tram. The small, rickety tram slightly shook, before it began pulling away from the station. Mrs. Fix-it stood from her seat (which passengers weren't supposed to do when the train was in motion) and waved, "Bye, y'all! It's been a pleasure!"

The group called out their goodbyes as the train sped up and went through the tunnel and out of sight.

The End. . .?

A/N: Well, that's it. That's the end of my tale. Thank you to all of the people who review/favorited/followed my story. Also, a big thanks to those who gave me ideas, whether I used them or not. Super special thanks to Nessier15, because she gave me a ton of ideas for the first few chapters. You all have made me feel SO very proud to be a writer. Don't worry though, the best is yet to come.