A/N: I am so absentminded, I completely forgot about this part in Chapter 1 – my apologies. This is my first fan fiction, so I'm still getting used to the ropes. I hope you all enjoy this – If you do, please review.
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"Nice going President fartfeathers" Ralph muttered as he adjusted the strap on his overalls. "What's the problem Ralphie?" Vanellope exclaimed, turning towards her companion. "In case you hadn't noticed Chica, I'm a Wrecker, I don't clean things up, I add to the mess. Cleaning is something these ham hands are not meant for" he cried and clenched his fists together. It was moments like this he really wanted to pummel the ground in frustration, but this was obviously out of the question seen as it was now their priority to clean not destroy. "Oh c'mon Ralph, how hard can it be?" she replied, un phased by his outbreak. "How hard can it be?" he repeated. "Kiddo, that's what you have willing serfs like Sour Bill for. I guarantee, you have never cleaned anything in your life". Vanellope chuckled; "Oh yeah, says who?" she retorted. "Uhh, me. Tell me one thing that you, not any of your candy coated chums have cleaned and I will take back everything I said" he smirked, knowing how willing all the citizens of Sugar Rush were to pamper their precious President. Vanellope developed a scheming expression. "Pfft, that's easy" she grinned. "My teeth!". Ralph slapped himself across the forehead. "You are so sharp you will cut yourself one of these days kid" he smiled, ruffling her hair fondly. Vanellope glitched out from under his hand. "Thank you Jeeves" she beamed. She skidded through the kitchen, through to the utility room. Ralph looked befuddled when she returned laden with an arsenal of cleaning utensils. "Uhh, Ralph a little help here!" she squeaked before collapsing in a dishevelled heap on the floor, under the weight of dustpans, brushes and mops. Ralph sniggered as he leaned down to help the little girl. Vanellope stood up and brushed herself down. "Look Ralph" she sighed; "I only wanted to help Felix out. He is always so willing to help other people with their problems, I just thought in this situation we should return the favour". Ralph tried his best to supress a grin, as Vanellope adopted an almost sincere and mature expression. She snickered; "That and the fact that we caused the mess and Sarge will skin him alive for being late AND leaving the house in a mess". She ran back to the utility room. Ralph slumped his shoulders and sniffed. "You can't argue with logic" he mumbled incoherently.
WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR WIR
"No way kid, here I draw the line" Ralph held his giant palms up in protest. Vanellope chortled, ignoring his complaints. "Well, we have both stepped out of our comfort zones Gladys, why stop here?" she giggled, holding up an apron. Vanellope was already wearing Felix's "Kiss the Cook "apron and had just rolled up her sleeves. "Absolutely not, there is no way I am wearing Calhoun's apron – It's too small!" Ralph shook his head determinedly. "Pretty Please" she fluttered her long, thick eyelashes at Ralph. He tried to avoid her gaze, but one look in those eyes and his firm resolution melted like butter. "Fine" he grumbled, unfolding the apron. He grimaced and his face turned a lovely shade of red, as he read the front: "Mrs Good Lookin, is Cookin!".Where on earth did they get such embarrassing cookery wear from?. He popped it over his head, not bothering to tie up the sides. Vanellope cackled with glee. "Now for the finishing touches" she glitched onto Ralph's shoulders and quickly tied a scarf to his head. Ralph figured any further complaints would just delay the work, so he decided to grin and bear it. After fastening a stripy scarf haphazardly upon her own head, Vanellope seized a mop in one hand and a bucket in the other. "Att-ttention" she clicked her heels together and straightened her back. "Listen up, cause I'm only gonna say this once" Vanellope paced the floor, mimicking the words and actions of her favourite female role model. "'Clean' is a four.. no ! five letter word lady; you wanna go pee pee in your big boy slacks…" she paused trying to calculate her next witty step. The silence was nearly killing Ralph, who was fit to burst from laughter. Vanellope screwed up her face in concentration as the gears in her mind began to buckle under the strain. "Umm…Just DON'T cause you will add to the mess on the floor!" Vanellope proclaimed triumphantly. Ralph could hold it in no longer and hooted with laughter. Vanellope pouted and stuck out her bottom lip "Ralph, this is serious. It's make the Fix It's proud time!" she cried.
"Now, collect your weapon and prepare for battle!" she indicated an array of brushes and other implements. Ralph grabbed a dustpan and brush and raised them high above his head. "To team Clean It!" he exclaimed, mocking Vanellope's performance. "Hey, you're mimicking me!" she frowned. "Cleaners of the world unite" Ralph continued ignoring her disapproval and clacked his brush against Vanellope's. "YEAH!" she yelled and returned the action. "Can we clean it?" Ralph questioned, arching one eyebrow. "YES WE CAN!" Vanellope screamed at the top of her lungs. After all this mental and physical preparation, the pair turned and faced what could be their toughest challenge ever – not tackling man eating Cybug's or other ferocious enemies, but simply Mission Clean It. Ralph gulped surveying the chaos around him; "So… where do we begin?"
A/N: Hope you picked up on all the references – manipulative phrase freak here.
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