Ralph looked around Tapper's curiously, looking for the president who had called him there no less than one hour ago. Upon spotting her, wearing her hood up and a pair of plastic sunglasses to conceal her identity, he groaned inwardly, wondering what all this was about.

"Vanellope? What are you-"

"QUIET! We're tryin' to be secretive here, gah-doi! Now sit down!" she said, pointing at the chair across from her.

Ralph rolled his eyes as he tried to squish himself into the tiny chair, inconveniently located in the corner of the restaurant. He barely fit at any of the normal tables, but this was one was just plain tiny.

"Vanellope, couldn't you have chosen a bigger table? You and I both know I'm not exactly the same size as all the other people in this arcade…"

"Quit your whining, you big baby. We're not gonna be here long. We just need to talk for a while about my grand idea!" she said excitedly, bouncing up and down in her seat.

Ralph stared at her in confusion, not exactly sure if he wanted to know what this "grand idea" was anyways. He had learned that with Vanellope, a minuscule idea usually turned out to be something much larger and dynamic than anticipated. No telling what a grand idea was.

"Kid, what are you talking about?"

She looked around cautiously, as if expecting someone to try to eavesdrop on their conversation. She motioned for Ralph to come closer to her so that his ear was next to her mouth.

"The baby…"

The wrecker quickly snapped his head back from her, still looking at her blankly.

"What?"

Vanellope groaned in frustration. "The baby, you big dummy! Sarge and Felix's kid! The bun in the oven! Come on Ralph, get a clue!"

Ralph frowned and crossed his arms across his massive chest. "Alright President Stinkface, if the only reason you called me here was to yell at and insult me, I'm leaving."

She flew across the table and grabbed onto his arm. "No no no no! Ok, I guess I can lay off the name calling…a little. But I need your help, Ralphie. You see, I just want to make something for the baby. A present?"

"Ok, well, why don't you get your racer friends to help? All you gotta do is buy some diapers or onesies or something, I mean, you don't have to go on with this whole, 'grand idea' thing or whatever."

Vanellope sighed. "No, I mean I want to do something really nice. This kid is gonna be like family to us Ralph, just like Sarge and Felix are. We should do something really cool for it! I actually had a couple of ideas already! I was thinking maybe like a super stroller or something, with, like, marshmallow powered engines!" she squealed, "Ooo! And seven speed shift!"

"Definetly not," Ralph deadpanned, shaking his head slowly, "I mean, a stroller would be really nice, but with Felix and Calhoun's over-protectiveness do you really think they'd let their kid be carted around in something we built?"

The nine year old frowned. "They might!"

He shook his head, thinking about how badly that idea could end up. "No, we should do something…sentimental. Like a stuffed animal, or a picture, or a blanket, or-"

"Wait a second Jeeves, what's sentimental?"

"Sentimental? Uh…well, something the kid could grow up with and one day say, 'wow, look at what my aunt slash cousin slash friend and my uncle made for me…that's really nice!'"

Vanellope rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Oh, so like the necklace I made you before you started acting like a dope again?"

"Exactly! Except-hey, I apologized! Anyways, something really nice. Like a welcome to the family type of thing…that's not dangerous."

"Hmm…you said a blanket, eh?"

Ralph shrugged. "We could do something like that…but I don't sew."

"Well, maybe we could get some help. What if we did something everyone in the arcade could say they contributed to? Like a giant cake! And everyone brought an ingredient…and then, we could make it in a huge oven, and then-"

"Uh, no, let's stick to the blanket idea…" Ralph told her, cutting her off before that idea could get any messier.

"Fine," she groaned, "but how is everyone in the entire arcade supposed to help with that? We don't know anything about blankets as it is."

Vanellope and Ralph sat quietly for a moment, feeling defeated. The more she thought about it, the more the nine year old wanted to make the baby a blanket. Even she still slept with one of her candy wrapper blankets from her days a homeless glitch. She wondered if there was a manual on how to make one, or a book, or…

"Ralph! I got it!"

"You got what?"

"How we can figure out how to make a baby blanket! I think I know where a library is!"

Ralph wasn't sure if he wanted to know. "Where?"

"Sims! You know how Litwak put that new consul thing in last month! There's a library in there!"

Ralph looked at her incredulously. The CPU's in Sims tended to keep to themselves and were rarely seen around the arcade; everything they needed was in their game anyways. Plus no one really knew what they were saying. They were an odd bunch, the Sims.

"I'm not sure if that's such a good idea, Vanellope…"

She pouted. "Come on Ralphie! This is for your future niece or nephew! They don't seem mean, or anything. A little weird, but not mean."

He was still hesitant. "I don't know, kid. And the last I checked, we don't speak Simlish."

"We can get past that pretty easily though."

Ralph looked at her suspiciously. "How, may I ask?"

She smiled deviously and let out a low cackle. "I have my ways."

A/N: Dear readers, reviewers, favoriters, and followers:

I am SINCERELY sorry that posting a new chapter took so long. Six months is unacceptable on my part, and I realize that doing so was really irresponsible as a writer. I doubt that it will happen again, as I am no longer jam packed with random things life has a tendency to throw sometimes. I also apologize for the shortness of this chapter, and hope that it sort of makes up for me not being on in so long. Anyways, there is more to come, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for staying with this story, even though I went MIA for a while. I send you all cyber-hugs, and thanks again for reading :)

~nessier15