*PE-CHU!*
Gene blew into his handkerchief and sniffled, his head feeling a might light as he staggered into Niceland. There must have been a bug going around the arcade and one that WASN'T flying around looking for data to munch.
No, this was a COLD and it had hit the mayor hard.
All day he had tried his best to ensure that anyone around him wouldn't be caught up but he also had to make sure HIS end of the workflow was held up. That meant that even with an aching head, stuffy nose and scratchy throat he had to endure being thrown, running up countless flights of stairs and getting blown up hour after hour after hour.
And when the all clear sounded?
Gene was EXHAUSTED, to the truest sense of the word.
"Blurgh, I feel awful…." The chubby little man moaned, reaching out for the door of the apartments.
*SPLASH!*
"NYAAAAAAAGH!"
Gene shivered as he felt something land on the back of his head, exploding with great force and soaking him from head to toe. He staggered around, looking this way and that but found no one.
But what he heard….
Snickering. Laughing. Chuckling.
Someone was in Niceland, having their way yet again.
Gene growled, not in any sort of mood nor condition to deal with any more hecklers at the moment. It was amazing that even after all the talk and the truce that had happened between Ralph and the Nicelanders, people were still having their way with the little troupe. Felix and Calhoun had stepped in on occasion but it never seemed to matter much.
All the Nicelanders were targets in the eyes of many in the arcade, ESPECIALLY Gene.
Gene reached for the door again but he felt his right ear twitch. No, it wasn't an oncoming sneeze but…
*SPLASH!*
Another balloon.
Gene ducked just in time from that one, the water missing him, but the actions of moving around brought to his attention just how horrible he was feeling. Things only got worse when he turned, seeing an ONSLAUGHT of orbs heading his way. He bit his lip, looking up at the bunch innocently.
"Oh dear…."
Mary hummed along as she undid her bun, brushing her long hair. While she knew Gene was keeping busy, the mayor's wife was more than glad that things were picking up at work. Not only that, she felt better knowing that things were starting to calm down a bit in the arcade. She felt a lot safer outside the walls of the apartment now knowing that some of the people were no longer a threat to her.
But even though SOME things had changed….
"D-De*HACK!* ear?"
Mary turned and walked out of the bed room, stopping in her tracks once she saw the figure before her.
"GRACIOUS!"
Gene stood at the door, sopping wet and miserable looking. He blinked blearily before letting out a small sneeze.
*PE-CHU!*
"Oh, GENE!" Mary huffed, putting her hands on her hips and dragging Gene away from the door "I KNEW you were sick! I KNEW IT!"
"N-No, I'm *sniff!* not." The mayor said, trying to tug Mary back but the baker wasn't having it. She moved her husband into the living room and took of his wet jacket, her nose wrinkling once she saw how soaked it was.
"Don't tell me you fell into the duck pond AGAIN."
The mayor growled, his stomach starting to hurt "Yeah. That's EXACTLY what happened, DEAR!"
Mary gave Gene a look; he was beyond upset about something but whatever it was, she had no clue. It was obvious by his tone that another obscure occurrence had happened to him but considering how sick he looked….
*PE-CHU!*
"GAH!"
"Sorry…" Gene sniffled, trying everything he could to stand up tall "Th-there must be something in the air! You know, pollen! Dust! The trees outside must be-!"
Gene stopped, feeling something touch his forehead. He looked up, eyes meeting eyes as Mary leaned upon him, her forehead up against his own. A shiver went down his spine, his legs feeling like Jell-o and his entire face lighting up like a Christmas tree.
"M-Mary?!"
"Goodness, you're burning up!" Mary said, pulling her husband into the bedroom and pushing him on the bed. Gene said nothing, Mary rushing around faster than he could respond. He tried to open his mouth but in went the thermometer.
"Give it time…" Mary said, looking at the alarm clock. A few moments of waiting later, Mary pulled the thermometer out, shaking her head "Look at this, Chubby-Chunks. You're nearing one hundred and two!"
A cold? Forget that! Nicelander Gene had a FEVER!
"N-nonsense!" the mayor said, trying to push himself off the bed "It's just a case of the sniffles and-!"
Before he could even continue, Gene went into a great coughing fit. The room began to spin and everything ached.
Yeah, he was down for the count.
"Gene…." Mary said sadly, putting her hand on her sick husband's forehead "You need rest!"
"B-But I can't!" the man whined "I-I have to take care of things!"
"Like WHAT, mister?"
"W-Whoever's been pulling pranks on us all week!" the mayor huffed "If you REALLY wanted to know the reason why I came in so…so WET, THAT'S why!"
The Nicelander in pink groaned as she placed a hand on the back of her neck. Just as she thought, things were calming down but there were still some issues to contend with. She knew that Gene and the others were trying their best to quell everything but there were some things that just kept slipping by.
Gene sneezed again, moaning pitifully afterwards.
"I think if there's anything you need now…." Mary said in a calm voice, pulling the covers over her love "It's a good night's rest. That's all."
"B-but-!"
"No, no, no." Mary tutted "You need sleep. I'll see if I can find Felix to help you with this cold and-!"
"No…no." Gene said "You know we made a promise to ourselves that we'd stop asking him to 'fix' things so thoughtlessly."
"Are you sure?" Mary asked "He would be upset knowing that something were wrong and he didn't consider asking him."
"But he knows what we said. I can…."
Gene sneezed louder this time, Mary nearly falling off the bed. The mayor fell back, pixelated swirls coming over his head as he felt sicker than ever.
"I-I can make it."
Mary knew it would be best not to leave her husband in such a state and quickly got to work caring for him. First tea, then soup, all that was needed to ensure that Gene would recover as soon as possible without the aid of Felix's golden hammer.
"Is it bad that I DON'T feel hungry?" Gene moaned, turning away from the soup.
"YES. YES it is." Mary said, beside herself.
Gene NEVER turned down food, NEVER!
"But you have to eat it. It's the only thing that will keep you well enough to fight off this fever."
Gene took the bowl and ate the soup, Mary feeling much better to see him starting to regain a bit of color in his cheeks. She patted him on the head, smiling.
"There, don't you feel be-?"
A sudden crashing noise was heard from outside, Mary squeaking as she rushed over to the window.
"Wh-what was that abou-?!"
"Dude, watch it!" came one voice.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! I can see!" came another.
Mary looked down, ducking a bit as she spotted two figures out on the lawn. She didn't recognize the duo as they CERTAINLY weren't from East Niceland.
But whoever they were?
"Alright, put that down!"
They were up to no good.
Gene took another spoonful of soup and looked over "H-honey? What is it?"
Mary said nothing as she looked over at her husband, eyes going back down to those below.
The duo moved in, snickering as they made their way over to where the garbage bins were stored. They then ducked out of sight but another loud crash was heard, the sound of banging metal hitting the concrete sidewalks.
Mary knew instantly what was going on but it didn't end there.
She could see one of the lids rolling onto the ground, the two figures laughing to themselves as they took a few leftover pies, 'miscalculations' from an early baking session, and began to THROW them against the walls of the apartment building.
Some things were still in the progress stage apparently.
Mary narrowed her eyes as she looked down, fingers strumming against the sill of the window.
And just like that, the two ran for the trolley, taking off into the night and laughing all the way.
Things like this were still going on. They ALWAYS happened like this.
Mary stood up, looking over at Gene for a moment. The man was still trying to finish off the bowl he had been given but by now he was so sleepy he could barely focus.
"Okay, I think someone needs to go to sleep…" Mary smiled as she took the tray from Gene and adjusted the covers.
"H-Huh?" the mayor said, drifting off "Don't you want me to-?"
"Honey, I have…things I need to take care of." the baker said, going over to the mirror and putting her hair back into place.
"A-Are you sure you don't need me?" Gene replied, trying to get out of bed but Mary stopped him. She smiled, putting a few more pillows behind his head.
"Big blueberry. You're seconds away from drifting off. I can tell!"
"N-No I'm not!"
"Yes, you are." Mary said, kissing his forehead "I won't be long. I PROMISE so please get some sleep."
Gene looked up at Mary with big eyes "Honey?"
Mary put on her coat, picked up her purse and walked out of the room, her tiny footsteps echoing through the apartment. She made one last look at Gene, smiling brightly.
"Shush. Get some sleep you big baby."
"Here's to another night!" Ralph said, clinking his glass with his friends as another round was passed at Tapper's. Ralph found himself frequenting the establishment more often but instead of doing so to drown out his sorrows, it was because there were so many new friends for him to hang out with.
"So Stink-Breath!" Vanellope smirked "How many times did Gene get launched out the window today, eh?"
"Too many to count." The man chuckled "But I couldn't help but notice the man wasn't on his A-game today."
"Oh?"
"Yeah…" Ralph said "By noon, he looked GREEN! I was certain he would….well…Let's just say had he looked any SICKER, there would have been more of him around…and on ME."
"Yuck, sound like that bug is makin' rounds. Sour Bill caught it an' so did Swizz!" Vanellope said, scrunching up her nose "Does Felix know about this? Maybe he can fix 'em up or somethin'?"
"We tried talkin' ta a few of 'em but they said they didn't want to bother. 'Sides, they had their own heal-alls so why not give Felix a break! I mean, he's been runnin' ragged all week!"
Ralph and Vanellope looked over, Felix once more held in the strong arms of Calhoun, the two making gooey eyes at each other. The wrecker smiled.
Yeah, he did deserve a break.
Ralph was about to ask for another round when a familiar sight of pink caught his eyes.
"Mary?"
The Nicelander looked over, seeing Ralph in no time.
"'Ey, Miss Mary!" Ralph smiled, waving his hands over to the woman "I didn't expect ya to show up! Lemme get you a chair, ma'am!"
"That's fine dear." Mary smiled "Just relax, I'm not looking to stay here that long."
"Really?" Ralph asked curiously "Where's Gene? I thought he would have been here HOURS ago."
"He's sick in bed." Mary replied, Ralph sighing heavily afterwards.
"I KNEW it. I KNEW somethin' was up."
"Did ya come ta get Felix?" Vanellope asked, looking over towards the couple "He's over there is ya need him."
Mary shook her head "No, no. I have something ELSE I have to discuss right now."
Ralph felt a twinge of nervousness coming over him with Mary's tone. She was trying to be sweet enough but he could tell just by her voice alone that something was bothering her, that she was trying her best NOT to get too upset.
"Um, Mrs. Mayor?" Ralph asked "Did…did something happen?"
Mary was about to answer when two familiar figures came into view.
Them.
The ones who had knocked over the trash bins and thrown the pies against the walls.
There they were, sitting in Tapper's as if nothing had happened, as if they were celebrating their actions.
This was not going to end well.
Mary smiled gently as she patted Ralph on the hand "Excuse me a second, young man. I have someone I need to talk to."
The tiny woman made her way over toward the booth the two LARGER characters were sitting at. Even as she approached, they still didn't notice her, yucking away to each other.
"Ahem…"
Mary's voice came out a tad too soft in this case, the music of Tapper's and the talking drowning her out.
If she was going to get noticed, she would have to be louder.
She stood up tall, one arm behind her back the other placed gracefully before her.
"EXCUSE ME, Gentlemen."
The two figures heard her that time.
Eyes looked down upon Mary, expressions looking as if they were wondering just what she was doing before them but the Nicelander did not flinch. She wanted to have a little CHAT with them.
"Good evening." Mary began, doing a little nod "If you fine gentlemen would not mind, there is something I would like to discuss with you."
The first figure, a satyr gentlemen, smirked at his comrade. He ran his fingers through his curls and moved down a little closer to Mary, trying his best to intimidate her.
"Why hello there, lil lady. What can we do for ya?"
Mary was unmoved, a cold glint in her eyes "I was wondering if you were AWARE that someone had taken notice of the activities that you were doing back at Niceland."
The figures felt their lips twitching, trying to hold back laughter.
"You know. With the garbage and pies and-"
"M'lady…" the second figure, a hooded archer, said in a taunting voice as he petted Mary atop her head "What would ever come into your tiny-widdle Nicelander mind that WEEE would do such a thing?"
Mary stepped from under the larger figure's hand, adjusting her hat "It wouldn't have been that hard to see you, considering I was at the window the MOMENT you decide to play around."
"Oh? Then pardon us!" the first figure chuckled, shrugging his shoulders "I guess that's what happens when the players leave and we get BORED!"
"Bored?" Mary said, gazing over at the two and refusing to take their snark "I'm sure there are PLENTY of things much better for you to do than tr-!"
"Lady, lady, LADY. I'm sure you've seen a LOT of things happen at Kiddyland or whatever you call it." The satyr said as he took Mary by her arm, readying to push her away "But I think it would be best for YOUR sake if you stopped worrying about what WE could do to your homes. I mean, you wouldn't want things to escalate further than a few knocked over BINS would ya?"
"Is that a THREAT?" Mary frowned, pulling her arm away "I can tell you don't take me serious enough young man but I am NOT going to have you-!"
"Don't strain yourself, sister!" the archer scoffed "Gettin' worked up like this won't do a thing for ya!"
By now Mary knew the two characters were trying their hardest to toy with her, not that such a thing was rare when it came to others and Nicelanders. Mary however was not in the mood to be treated in such a way and she knew if she wanted things to get less chaotic around her home.
"I am NOT done here!"
She would have to get VERY serious.
Mary's little shout was just enough to get a few others to look over, FOUR of those being a group of well-known and well praised characters.
"Ms. Mary?" Felix gasped as he noticed the woman standing in front of the two larger characters. From his point of view, it looked as if they were ready to pounce on the woman and after years and years of getting used to seeing the Nicelanders get into a panic over such events, no one could really blame him for being worried.
But unbeknownst to the repairman, Mary had things under control better than he thought.
"Don't try to act cute with me!" Mary said, looking up at the two "You know EXACTLY what you did!"
"Well, it WAS fun!" the archer snickered.
"And even so, what good is arguin' with us gonna do for ya lady?" the satyr said, sitting back and sipping his drink. Mary calmed down a bit, returning to her more graceful composure.
"Listen. GENTLEMEN. I do not want anything to start because of this…" the little woman began "But if you think you can go around trashing the apartments like that, you have another thing coming! We don't need people being disrespectful towards each other!"
"Aw, she's trying to act tough!"
"I'm SERIOUS." Mary said, taping a foot on the ground "I was going to be nice and let you off with a WARNING fist but considering the way you're behaving NOW, I will-!"
"You'll WHAT, small fry?" the first character asked, smirking down at the woman "What can you an' your Lollipop Guild do aside from go crying to your hero huh?"
"Ms. Mary!"
Everyone turned, Felix running up to Mary and taking her by her shoulders "Ms. Mary, what are you doin'?!"
"Felix, stop." Mary said, waving the man's hands away "I was just explaining to these FINE, young gentlemen that NO ONE in our game will take such behavior!"
"Urgh, what's goin' on NOW?" moaned Calhoun, joining her husband "Someone else messin' with tha Nicelanders again?"
"Can we help it that it's so much FUN?" chuckled the archer but his blood ran as cold as ice once he saw the glare that Calhoun was giving him.
To her, the situation was no laughing matter.
"So ya like ta pick on da lil guys, EEEEH?" the marine said, leaning on the table and glaring daggers before the two "Okay, smart-ass. Maybe you'd like to talk to ME to see how things go, huh?"
The leader of the two scowled, standing right up to Calhoun, the two meeting eye-to-eye "Don't you have somethin' BETTER ta do? Like shoot some bugs or somethin' 'stead of keepin' ta baby-people in tow!"
Felix flashed red in anger "Now, see HE-!"
"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!"
Everyone looked down, Mary holding out her hands to keep everyone apart. She then stood back up, adjusting her hat once more.
"I can see this is going down a path I was trying so hard to avoid…" the Nicelander said, sounding a little tart in her tone "Have you gentlemen no class? Or does one have to prove something to you to get so much as a drop of respect from you?"
"Ms. Mary!"
"You're bitin' off more than ya can chew, small fry…." The satyr said "At first I just thought you were just foolish for thinkin' ya can talk ta us any ol' way but now I see that ya Nicelanders really ARE that stupid!"
"Okay, ENOUGH!" Bellowed Ralph, stepping HARD before the two, his shadow looming over them "From what I can tell, YOU two were tha ones who stepped outta line FIRST so ya have lil room ta go about actin' like this!"
"Is it OUUUR fault that Nicelanders are scared'a everything 'roun here?" the archer said "'Sides, maybe if they just kept their mouths SHUT, none of this would even be goin'!"
"BACK IT UP!" Ralph roared, a fist going right into the wall. For the first time since the entire fiasco had begun, the two characters felt a sense of danger looming over them but the leader knew it would be best to stand ground, even before the giant wrecker.
"Alright, alright. We get it…" the satyr said, hands going through his hair again "We'll leave the munchkins alone."
"I don't trust ya…." Ralph growled "Ya know how many times I've heard that from people around here, yet they keep at it ANYWAY? Ya gotta give me your word ya won't mess with US or anyone else for that matter!"
"Aw, big guy. What are ya doin' ta us?" the archer chuckled "I don't think we can hold ourselves back THAT much!"
"Ya indignant-!"
"Wait."
Everyone looked down, Mary the only calm face in the sea of encroaching anger. She stepped forward, hands clutching her purse daintily, eyes bright and clear.
"I think I may have a solution to all of this."
"This can't be real. It just CAN'T be…." Vanellope said, finding herself surrounded by others in Hero's Duty.
It might have seemed like a dream but it was all too real.
People were packing the training room of the shooter, a few hums and whispers going about as people were excited to see the upcoming battle.
Battle?
Yes, if 'battle' were the correct term to use.
Mary knew things would only get hairy if Ralph found himself losing his temper to the two so a solution had to be drawn and one came rather quickly to her mind. She knew the two characters were skilled, even if they were rather rude towards their fellow game-mates. And what better way to settle a score than with skill?
But this wasn't a match of wit with such simple games. No, no chess, no checkers, nothing like that.
What Mary had in mind…
"SHOOTING?"
Was a little free-range, Cy-Bug Training Shooting.
"The rules are simple!" Calhoun said, smiling before everyone "The level is only ninety seconds long an' in that time, tha person with the HIGHEST bug count wins."
"I can't believe we're DOIN' this…" said the archer as he took the gun into his hand, much more used to a bow and arrow. The satyr laughed though he too was struggling under the weight of gun.
"Pfft, what could be so hard about shootin' a few BUGS?" he chortled "'Sides, we have a better grip on these things than tha lil pink pig down there!"
Everyone was looking down at Mary and why wouldn't they? She was trying to get her tiny little hands around a gun that was at least more than half her size and four times her weight. Felix and the others could hear the snickers and laughs behind them but they stood and said nothing. If this was what Mary wanted to do, she could do it and they had to let her do so without interference.
"Are ya ready?" said Mouse, getting the counter together "Three, two, one! SHOOT!"
A buzzer sounded, the two larger characters hoisting up their guns and getting their triggers ready!
"Watch out, Pinkie! We're gonna-!"
Mary's eyes narrowed, all focus on what was before her. Everything else seemed to melt away.
"My game."
And then….pure beauty in motion.
The tiny Nicelander lifted the gun and used her right knee as a balance, aiming it right for the bugs as they flew about in the training screen. Her eyes scanned the entire area, laying shot after shot after SHOT upon the tiny bugs, everyone watching in awe as Cy-Bug remains and screams filled the entire area.
And the two others?
They tried to keep up, they WANTED to keep up but in that short span of time they just COULDN'T, partly because they too were taken aback by how FAST the Nicelander was shooting!
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
It didn't matter to Mary anymore. She just kept shooting!
Calhoun looked at the counter, feeling a sense of delight coming over her as bug after bug after bug was shot down and not by one of her boys, not by the FPS.
But by a tiny woman.
A pie baker who loved pink and sweets.
A Nicelander by the name of Mary.
"THREE! TWO! ONE!"
*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!*
The buzzer went off and the challenge was done!
But there were no cheers; just silence. Silence all around for characters who had no idea WHAT had just happened. Mary smiled, putting the heavy gun down and brushing the stray hairs out of her eyes and neatly adjusting her skirt and coat.
"Well, that was fun wasn't it gentlemen?"
"Mmm?"
Gene slowly woke up. He was still feeling a tad ill but he felt much better than the night before.
"What time is t?" he asked, looking at the clock.
Fifteen minutes to ten! It was almost time to open up!
"AI!" he cried, leaping out of bed and rushing to the bathroom "I-I never intended to sleep THAT long!"
"Oh GEEEEEEEEEEENE!"
The mayor stopped in his tracks as his name was sang to him.
Mary?
She was back!
But where was she?
"Honey?"
Mary waltzed into the room, a huge smile on her face as she walked up to her husband, a cup of tea in one hand and her lips kissing his forehead.
"Mwa! Have a good sleep?"
Gene blushed, taking the cup from his wife "Y-Yes, very much so."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that you're feeling better but I can still tell that you're sick." Mary laughed though her tone was as if she were talking to a child "So I asked Felix and Ralph if it were okay for you to take the day off!"
"WHAT?!" Gene gasped, nearly dropping the mug out of his hands "B-BUT! WORK! I can manage it!"
"From what Ralph told me YESTERDAY, you almost, well, RALPHED in his hand you were so sick. No, no mister you're staying in bed till you're back to your normal grumpy, blueberry self!"
Gene knew there was no winning in this. Once Mary had made up her mind, it was going to stay that way no matter what ANYONE said. Trapped, Gene flopped back onto the bed but a thought hit him.
"Love?"
"Yes, Chubby-Chunks?"
"Wh-who's going to take my place then? Norwood? Don?"
Mary gave Gene a devious little grin, one he KNEW meant something was afoot.
"Oh, we had some VOLUNTEERS."
"I'M GONNA WRECK IT!"
Gene flinched but once he realized Ralph's mighty fist had not plowed through the walls, he began to look around. No, the yell came from somewhere else.
"What in the arcade?"
Gene went over to the window, watching Ralph as he took ahold of a certain satyr.
"And then I do THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!"
"BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGHR!"
And threw him a MILE into the woods.
Gene blinked, astonished that Ralph was giving his treatment to another character but that Felix, Calhoun, and Vanellope were looking on, as if they were making sure Ralphs' throwing accuracy was right.
OR that he was throwing HARDER.
"A-Am I done yet?" said another voice. Calhoun laughed, wagging a finger.
"Nope, not till all the pie has been scrapped off the walls!"
Had Gene been there, had he only been outside….
As down below an archer was busy at work, decked in pink cleaning attire, scrubbing the crusty pie he and his accomplice had thrown the day before, a few Hero's Duty guards standing there with guns pointed and aimed to make sure he got EVERY inch of the mess of the walls.
"Um, isn't this a BIT harsh?"
"Harsh?" Calhoun laughed "Maybe you should have thought more about that before ya challenge that lil lady to a game of shoot-out!"
"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TA KNOW SHE COULD PACK LIKE THAT?!" the archer screams, only getting back to work as a gun cocked behind him.
"Felix?" Vanellope smiled "I think you're hidin' somethin' from us."
Felix whistled, twirling his hammer in his hands "Ooooh, what is there ta hide? MAAAAYBE Mary's been goin' ta every shootin' game that's been here since we arrived. MAAAAAYBE she takes some nights off ta visit 'em? MAAAAYBE she's been practicin' for years!"
"WHAT!? SHE KNEW HOW TA SHOOT?!" the archer said "Th-there was no mention of THAT!"
"Suprirsin' what people are like when ya actually shut up an' let 'em do their thing." Calhoun smiled "Maybe next time you'll think 'bout that before ya go about messin' up people's stuff, kay?"
The archer mumbled something under his breath, scrubbing harder than before. His partner came staggering out of the woods, covered in sticks and leaves with a look of desperation in his face.
"C-C'mon! C-Can't one of tha other walkin' thumbs do this?!"
Ralph cracked his knuckles loudly "Ah-ah! Can't walk out on an agreement! Sides, I'm sure the kids will LOVE me throwin' a bigger missile!"
"Oh, sweet beard of Zeus…"
"It's AMAZING!" Gene said as he sat with the others at Tapper's a few nights later, fever finally gone "I don't know WHAT happened but since that day Mary went out, NO ONE has caused any sort of trouble for the apartments anymore!"
Calhoun and Felix tried to hold back their laugher, entertained by how excited the Mayor was.
"A-ah, yeah? Go on…" said Calhoun.
"Honey, what did you do?" Gene asked, taking his wife's hand into his own "I hope you didn't have to do anything horrible or-!"
Mary reached out and pinched Gene's cheeks "Goofy lil butterball. Always so worried about me! Ya know you're pie-baker is a big girl! I can take care of myself!"
"An' HOW!" Vanellope cheered "Watch out arcade! Mega Mary is on the run!"
"Mega Mary?" Gene asked, so confused to what was going on "H-How long was I asleep? How much DID I miss?"
"Honey, things are fine." Mary cooed, nuzzling the man and kissing him gently on his lips "If anything comes up, we'll know what to do."
Gene was as confused as ever but at this point he didn't care.
After all, he had Mary.
What more did he need than his little pink, pie-baking, Cy-Bug killing angel?