Just so we're clear, Ozzie, as far as this chapter and its related successors are concerned, came onto the scene long before Sonic X. In fact, Sonic, at least in my canon, met long him before he met Tails.
"No luck, Chris?" asked Tails, the tiny, twin-tailed orange fox seated on the red sofa in the middle of the Thorndyke living room. He had noticed the sulking, frustrated expression of the child stepping out of the nearby hallway, as well as heard the sigh of heavy defeat.
The addressed boy in red and white merely shrugged his shoulders hopelessly and shook his head.
"Nope, I've tried everything. That mole's out like a rock." Chris explained with a sigh, a thumb pointed back at the room he just came from.
Behind the sofa upon which Cream, Amy, Cheese, and Tails were seated, a Japanese man in a butler's attire—Tanaka—simply shook his head, humming in constrained annoyance as he did. "That is precisely, Mr. Chris, why I always advise against you staying up so late."
A portly Hispanic maid—Ella— walked by skillfully with a laundry basket full to the brim with dirty clothes. Her face didn't share Tanaka's annoyance, but it did express exasperation and worry. "Oh, Tanaka is right, I'm afraid. We have a busy day today, and we can't have Ozzie just sleeping the day away like that!"
'Hmm...' a pink hedgehog mused in deep thought. She tapped her chin, eyes closed in concentration. Her intent expression did not go unnoticed by her friends.
Tails gazed at his rose-colored friend in slight wonderment, "Amy? What's up?"
"I'll be right back." With a smile and a perky wink, the carnation hedgehog leapt off her seat and strolled sprightly towards a door near the end of the hallway to the left side of the couch.
Chris, already cringing at what the hammer-wielding Mobian might do, silently gulped a bit at the possible consequences. 'I got a bad feeling about this.'
Amy, however, noticed the human boy's expression. "Trust me, Chris. I've got a full handle on this— no problem!"
Opening the door quietly, Amy poked her head into the room to peek at the sleeping figure in the bed.
In contrast to her and the rest of her visually colorful friends, the thickset figure sleeping in the big blue bed had fur of pure charcoal black. The only visible part of him was the head, the rest of his body being covered by a midnight blue blanket. Even then, Ozzie's face couldn't be seen from Amy's perspective, so the pink mammal had to tiptoe her way to the other side of the bed for the highest chance of success.
He looked so peaceful in slumber, his pink nose and peach snout taking in gentle intakes of air before exhaling just as softly. No snoring...no tossing or turning...just as still as a rock...
'Well not for long...' The carnation Mobian grinned playfully as she began gently poking her earthbound friend's back. "Oh Ozzie...Ozzie...Ella's made your favorite—strawberry pancakes with maple syrup."
What did Amy Rose get for her efforts? A mumble from a drooling Ozzie who simply turned over in bed...but Miss Rose wasn't the kind of girl to give up so easily.
"Come on, ya big lug, you know you want some. Wake up."
Unfortunately for Ozzie, Amy Rose also wasn't the kind of Mobian to have much patience...especially after one of his thick hands accidently swatted her left cheek as if it were a fly!
Amy only spent one second staring at the mole in shock, mouth agape and her hand on the spot of her cheek his hand just struck!
'That does it!'
Like a lightning bolt, the Piko Piko Hammer materialized with a steamy poof into the enraged lady hedgehog's hand and prepared to be raised down upon the thick skull of a certain mole.
"ALRIGHT, NO MORE MISS NICE GUY! LISTEN UP AND LISTEN UP WELL! YOU BETTER MOVE THAT CARCASS OUTTA BED AND FAST, YOU SLEEPING LOG, OR I'M GONNA—"
BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
"Huh?"
As Amy watched in confusion, her hammer still raised in mid-strike, the mole's meaty hand bumped all around the bedpost and the bed before finally landing on the alarm clock's button, silencing the din of the machine for the day.
Then, with a lithe stretch and a bass yawn, Ozzie smacked his lips lightly before he noticed his pink hedgehog friend standing next to his bed, and greeted her pleasantly in his typical laconic manner. He didn't even seem alarmed at the fact he'd just been a second away from being clobbered.
"Morning!"
Out of all my chapters, I say this one underwent the least changes.