"Now now Tanya dear, your brother goes through this kind of thing all the time, and he never complains at all... So stop complaining!" Tanya huffed, a sketchpad in one hand a pencil in the other.

"Why am I doing this Nellie? Fievel's your assistant, not me!"

"I need an assistant, and Reed was more than happy to lend you."

"If you needed an assistant, why did you give Fievel the day off?" Nellie stopped in her tracks, peering at Tanya.

"What on earth are you going on about Tanya? I didn't give Fievel the day off, he was sick so he called in."

"Fievel's not sick." Tanya huffed. "I was talking to him this morning." Nellie cocked an eyebrow, tilting her head curiously,

"Fievel skipping work? That doesn't seem like him. You sure he's not sick?"

"I can see him right over there!" Tanya responded, pointing. Sure enough, Fievel's easily recognizable hat could be seen bobbing through the crowd. Nellie peered over other mice's heads at him.

"Hmm, why is he carrying a box of chocolates... Let's follow him!"

"You want to spy on Fievel?"

"Tanya dear, the whole point of being a reporter is getting to spy on people. Plus, I wanna know why he's skipping work!" Nellie dragged the younger mouse through the crowds, following the hat wearing mouse through a less crowded alleyway. "Now, why is Fievel going towards the shipyard? And why is he picking flowers?" She asked as Fievel started pulling flowers out of the ground. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say Fievel was going to see some lady friend."

"Nah, that's not really Fievel's thing."

"Neither is skipping work, and look what he's doing now." Nellie drug Tanya after Fievel again, the two female mice following the younger male one as he took a seat by the shipyard, watching as mice strolled off of the recently arrived ship. Tanya and Nellie sat behind a small rock, watching Fievel as they waited. They sat there for almost an hour, Tanya's bottom feeling sore as she contemplated going home.

"FIEVIE!" Nellie and Tanya nearly jumped out of their clothes as the shriek pierced the air. A young house girl rushed at Fievel, wrapping her arms around him. She had long pigtails, and wore a light blue dress. "Oh Fievie, I missed you so much!" The mouse said with a British accent.

"Hi Allie!" Fievel responded. "How was France?"

"Oh it was absolutely lovely! You should have been there! All the exotic cheeses. Oh but I couldn't wait to get home to you Fievie!" She noticed the chocolate and flowers Fievel had, and gasped. "Oh, are those me!?"

"Mmhmm." Fievel nodded, passing her the gifts. "I saved up for weeks to get you these chocolates. They're top of the line."

"Oh Fievie, you're the best boyfriend a mouse could ever ask for. I love you so much." She pecked him on the lips, before nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck as she opened the box of chocolates, opting to share them with Fievel.

"Isn't that sweet." Nellie whispered. "Fievel has a girlfriend. What a cute one she is... Uh, Tanya?" The younger mouse's eye was twitching. "Are you okay Tanya?"

"Are you KIDDING ME!?" Tanya practically shrieked, causing Fievel and Allie to jump in shock as Tanya stormed out of her hiding place. "I've been trying to find a boyfriend for MONTHS! And then you get a girlfriend like THAT!?" She snapped her fingers. "What even is this!? How did you two even meet!?"

"It's a really funny story actually-" Allie began.

"AAAAUUUGGGHHH!" Tanya shrieked, storming away, leaving the two children confused.

"...That's my sister Tanya." Fievel finally said.

"She seems lovely, if not a bit crazy." Allie responded.

"She also complains a lot." Nellie said, walking up next to them. She cast a glance toward Fievel, who faked a cough. Nellie shook her head. "What am I gonna do with you Fievel."

"A raise?"

"After you skipped work? Absolutely not."