When Vanellope awoke, she found that she was being held in someone's arms. Expecting to have been saved by her concerned best friend, she pried open her eyes, groaning, "Wow, you smell nicer than ever, Stink—"

Hold on.

This wasn't Ralph.

Surprise gripped her upon finding that Calhoun had been the one to scoop her up. That didn't seem right… why wasn't she hovering over Felix? Wouldn't she be more worried for her husband? And what of Ralph? Did he not care enough about his own best friend to check if she was alright?

"Felix," sighed Calhoun as she peered down at Vanellope, appearing relieved. "You're okay."

Felix? Vanellope thought in confusion. I'm not… And then she glanced down at her hands. Yellow gloves covered them. Her head felt heavy, and she patted the top of it to find that she was wearing a cap. Her clothes weren't even the same… "Is this some kind of joke?" she demanded, glaring up at Calhoun as if this was the Sergeant's doing.

Confusion clouded poor Calhoun's gaze. "Huh? Are… are you okay, honey?" she asked, her voice hushed.

"'Honey'? Since when do you use pet names? I thought you were a tough Sergeant," growled Vanellope, hopping out of her arms. Upon landing on the ground, she heard an unfamiliar jingle. She glanced down curiously; a belt was wrapped around her waist, and a golden hammer was swinging from the belt loop.

"Wha… Why am I wearing Felix's clothes?" she finally asked the question aloud, glaring up at Calhoun, demanding an answer. Calhoun just stared at her in shock. "Seriously, guys, this isn't—" She began, turning to look at Ralph for the first time. However, the person that Ralph held in his giant hands caused shock to pulse through her, stopping her short.

Ralph was holding her body.

As consciousness took over, pain slammed into Felix. He tried to writhe about, hoping to maybe get to his feet. But it didn't take much for him to figure out he wasn't on the ground.

He could hear people conversing, and it felt like they were eons away, as he still wasn't fully conscious. Finally, though, he resurfaced from the darkness, and could hear the voices loud and clear.

"There's no way this could have happened. There's got to be a rea—" Ralph's voice was saying from a few feet away. Though Felix was tempted to eavesdrop on the conversation, he couldn't help the agonized groan that slipped out of him.

"Wait, shhh," hissed his wife's voice from right beside his ear. "He's awake."

Felix's eyes fluttered open. He found that he was being cradled in his wife's arms, which comforted him and managed to ease some of his pain somehow.

"Hey there, honey," she cooed quietly. Felix grinned up at her, thankful for the polite awakening. However, all the same, he noticed something… off. Though his wife displayed proper concern, there was something else in her gaze too… "Are you alright?" she asked after a moment, voice still soft.

"I'm fine," he assured her, though it was half-hearted, considering he was still wincing in pain. "Nothin' ol' Fix-it Felix Jr. can't fix." He reached for the hammer that he always kept hanging from his belt loop. His hand grasped air. "What the…?" He patted his waist, expecting to feel the hard leather of his belt. Instead, he felt the papery thin material of a wrapper, and heard an unfamiliar crinkle.

"Should we just tell him?" Ralph asked.

"Let him figure it out himself. He's a big boy," Calhoun responded, watching Felix closely, as if she were observing his reactions.

"Figure out what?" quipped Felix as he peered down at his clothes. He was adorned in a mint green sweatshirt and… was that a skirt? It looked more like a large Reese's wrapper, though… and… were those tights? Wait a minute… he recognized this outfit. It wasn't his own, but it definitely belonged to someone else…

"You're me," said a familiar and yet somehow unfamiliar voice from below. Felix glanced at the ground to find himself staring face-to-face with… himself.

"What the?" he yelped, flailing about in his surprise, resulting in him tumbling from Calhoun's grasp and connecting ungracefully with the ground.

With a sigh, Felix's body repeated, "You're me." Then, he added, "and I'm you."

"Wha… Vanellope? Is that you?"

"Well, technically, no, I'm you. But, I guess, sort of?" It was weird hearing his own voice come from someone else. It was also weird seeing himself talk so… unlike himself.

"H-how did this happen?" he squeaked as he stumbled to his feet, placing his hand on his forehead. Crashing head-first with the ground had only increased the pain that flowed throughout his body. "Ugh, and could ya hand me my hammer?"

Vanellope complied, digging the hammer out of the belt loop and tossing it to Felix, who juggled it around in his hands for a moment before managing to get a firm grip on it. He tapped it against his face, and sighed in relief when the pain vanished immediately.

"So, here's what we think is going on," Vanellope began as she snatched Felix's hammer away from him and shoved it back into her belt loop. "When we hit each other really hard while flying through the air, something may have happened within the programming… And, I guess, somehow, we switched bodies."

"That doesn't make much sense," Felix admitted, frowning in confusion.

"I know, I know. But, I mean, look at us. This whole thing doesn't make much sense!" Vanellope sighed in exasperation.

"I see your point," mused Felix, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Okay, so how do we fix this?"

"What if you two crashed into each other again?" Ralph suggested.

"That sounds like fun," Vanellope agreed.

"I'd rather not," Felix mumbled.

"It's worth a shot," Calhoun urged.

"Yeah, look, Felix, it'll be as easy as pie." Vanellope approached Felix, who couldn't help but tremble a little at the thought of being knocked unconscious once more. "Ready?"

"Wait, I don't—"

"And, go!" Vanellope charged at Felix, who stood rigidly in place, horror etched upon his face. Before he could react properly, Vanellope slammed right into him. The two went tumbling to the ground.

"Did it work?" whimpered Felix as he slowly sat back up. He glanced down. He was still in the same attire that he had awoken into.

"No," grumbled Vanellope as she hopped to her feet. "That was a lame crash anyway. Let's try again!"

"How about we take a rest?" Felix muttered, getting to his feet as well.

Ralph caught Vanellope by the scruff of her shirt as she tried to go charging towards Felix again. Vanellope thrashed around in the air for a bit as Ralph dangled her off the ground, before giving up and crossing her arms in disappointment.

Relieved, Felix turned to Ralph and Calhoun. "What do we do now?" He asked. It was strange to hear Vanellope's voice every time he spoke. "What happens when the arcade opens? I can't do my job lookin' like this."

"Me neither," Vanellope said. "I can't race looking like Felix. No offense, Felix."

"None taken, little miss."

Calhoun and Ralph exchanged glances; both seemed at a loss. With his free hand, Ralph scratched his head in thought. "I dunno much about code," he said. He set Vanellope back down on the ground. "We need to see some kind of expert about this. This is some freaky stuff."

"Never seen anything like it," Calhoun agreed, frowning. She looked from Felix's body to Vanellope's. "But not many people know much about code."

"Yeah. The only person I can think of is Turbo," Ralph said, "and he's dead."

"Thank goodness," Vanellope mumbled, voice holding a bitter note.

"What about that sour fella that was always helping King Candy?" Felix asked. "Maybe he knows something?"

Ralph shook his head. "I doubt he knows much. Turbo locked up Sour Bill's memories when he locked up the racer's."

"All our memories have been restored, though," Vanellope said. "So he might know something."

Ralph still looked doubtful, but he complied. "Guess it's worth a shot."

"It's a start," Felix agreed, tugging at the candy wrappers that made up Vanellope's skirt. "I'd ask near anyone right now. This is all mighty uncomfortable."

"You're tellin' me," Vanellope snorted. "Why do ya wear this dumb get-up, anyway?"

Suddenly Vanellope had an idea. Grinning at her own genius, she tugged the golden hammer from her belt and went over to Felix. She raised it above her head, then paused for dramatic effect. Felix gave her a bewildered look.

"I can fix it," Vanellope said. She tapped Felix's clothes with the hammer, meaning to switch them, but since the clothes were technically on the right people, they stayed put. "Huh, I really thought that was gonna work…" Vanellope said, examining the hammer.

Then, shrugging, she looked over at her kart. It sat a few feet away, totaled and smashed against Felix's kart. She glitched over to it. She seemed relieved as she came to a halt. "'Least I can still glitch," she said.

She raised the hammer over her head again and repeated Felix's mantra of "I can fix it," before slamming the hammer down onto the karts. They were instantly repaired, good as new.

"Hey!" Felix protested as Vanellope swung the hammer around in triumph, "Be careful with that! Give it back, please." He knew it couldn't ever really break, being magic and all, but he felt vulnerable without it.

Vanellope ignored him, looking around for something else to fix with the hammer. It was kinda fun.

"Vanellope, please, give me back my hammer!" Felix persisted. He tried to get it back from her, but she easily glitched away from him every time he tried to catch her.

"I can fix it!" Vanellope said in a teasing tone, running around and tapping everything in sight with the hammer. Felix looked to Ralph and Calhoun desperately, and Ralph quickly intercepted the rambunctious child's path and pulled her off the ground again.

"Alright, alright," Vanellope said, laughing. "Here's your boring ol' hammer." She handed it to Felix, who shot her a stern look. When Ralph had set her back down on the ground, she took off the tool belt and handed that to Felix as well. "Sorry, I was just messing with ya. I was gonna give it back."

Ralph rolled his eyes. "Quit stealing people's stuff, kid."

Vanellope glitched out of Ralph's grasp and into her kart. "Yeah, yeah. Now c'mon, are we going or not?"

Calhoun nodded, going over to her own kart. "We've got us a talking tennis ball to find," she agreed. Her expression was very serious, and Felix noticed with a pang of worry that Calhoun had more or less been avoiding his eye this entire time.