Ralph waved as the carriage drove off. He then sadly walked inside and shut the door.
"Go to the ball? Me?" He scoffed, trying to make himself feel better. "Why would I want to go to the ball? I'd much rather sit here by the fire."
He sang:
In my own littler corner, in my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be
On the wing of my fancy, I can fly anywhere
And the world will open it's arms to me
I am in the royal palace, of all places
I am chatting with the princess and King and Queen
And the color on my two stepbrothers' faces
Is a queer, sort-of sour apple green
I am modest yet charming when alone with the princess
"Oh your highness!" He bowed.
I'm the dream of the ball, in my own little corner
All alone...
He choked and started to sob in his chair.
"I wish, I wish I could go to the ball." He prayed.
Fol-der-ol and fiddle-dee-dee
Fiddle-dee fad-aly fadle
All the wishes in the world are
Poppy-cock and twaddle
Startled, Ralph turned around and saw a young man in a shiny blue outfit, complete with hat, standing outside the window.
"Who are you?" Ralph asked.
"I'm your fairy godfather friend." The man smiled. "My name is Felix. Fix-It-Felix but you can just call me Felix."
"You're my fairy godfather?" Ralph was surprised.
"You got a problem with that?" Felix shrugged. "Well if you'd rather have a little old gentleman in a tuxedo sprinkling fairy dust in your eyes-"
"Oh no." Ralph said quickly. "No, I'm sorry, I just never dreamed-
Felix interrupted him with another rhyme:
Fol-der-ol and fiddle-dee-dee
Fiddle-dee fad-aly foodle
All the dreamers in the world are...
Dizzy in the noodle!
"That's terrible." Ralph frowned.
"You try coming up with a rhyme on the spot like that." Felix shrugged.
"No no, I mean what you said about dreamers." Ralph corrected. "I mean why shouldn't I dream?"
"I can see this is going to take a while." Felix said knowingly. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Oh forgive me, of course." Ralph went to the door and opened it...but Felix had disappeared.
"Ralph, over here." Felix called from inside.
Ralph went inside and found Felix by the kitchen table.
"Is it just me or is it freezing in here?" Felix shivered.
He took his hammer and zapped the logs with it as if the hammer was a wand, and then zapped the door, causing it to shut. Ralph stared.
"How'd you do that?" He asked.
"Magic hammer." Felix grinned. "I ended up being better with a hammer than with a wand, so I decided to wear an outfit to match. It's also why the other fairy godparents nicknamed me Fix-It."
"Better than my nickname." Ralph muttered.
"Hey, wrecking isn't all bad." Felix said comfortingly. "After all if you don't wreck the old buildings then someone could wander in and hurt themselves. Other people just can't see how useful that is."
"I guess so." Ralph shrugged. "Well, that aside I've always hoped that someone would come and take me away from here."
"Ralph, if you want to get out of here you're going to have to do it yourself." Felix said. "The music's in you, deep down in your soul. When you find it, nothing will be able to keep you from walking out that door."
"You don't know my stepfather." Ralph was now disappointed.
"You want to know what his problem is?" Felix said. "He can't handle what a great guy you really are."
"Great? Me?" Ralph scoffed.
"Do you see anybody else in this room?" Felix smiled. "True greatness comes from the heart Ralph, and you have a bigger heart than Turbo or his sons. Both literally and metaphorically." Felix chuckled.
"Still, those three are all I've got." Ralph sighed. "Before my mother died I promised her that we would always stay together as a family."
"Ralph, this can't be what your mother had in mind for you brother." Felix put a hand on Ralph's shoulder - he was able to because he had been floating the whole time.
"I've dreamt about leaving so many times." Ralph said as he went over to his chair.
"That's the problem with most people." Felix declared. "They dream about what they want to do instead of really doing it."
"Oh I wish that-" Ralph sat down. "But I guess wishing's no good either."
"Everything starts with a wish." Felix smiled.
"You want to know what I was wishing before you came here tonight?"
"That one of those pumpkins would turn into a great big golden carriage and whisk you off to the ball?" Felix guessed.
"I guess I know what you're going to say." Ralph sighed. "Fol-der-ol and fiddle-dee-dee."
"Fiddle-dee fad-aly foodle." Felix finished.
"You're right." Ralph hung his head disappointedly. "It's impossible."
Felix suddenly sang:
Impossible! For a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage
Impossible! For a plain country bumpkin and a princess to join in marriage
And four white mice will never be four white horses!
Such fol-der-ol and fiddle-dee-dee of course's
Impossible!
But the world is full of zanies and fools!
Who don't believe in sensible rules
And won't believe what sensible people say
And because these daft and dewey-eyed dopes keep
Building up impossible hopes
Impossible, things are happening every day!
RALPH:
Impossible
FELIX:
Impossible
RALPH:
Impossible
FELIX:
Impossible
RALPH:
Impossible
FELIX:
Impossible
FELIX AND RALPH:
Impossible!
Felix suddenly flew outside. Ralph rushed after him.
"Wait!" He said. "If impossible things are happening every day, then-then why shouldn't I have impossible hopes and dreams? Even something as impossible as going to the ball."
"Then go to the ball Ralph, go. There's no one stopping you but you." Felix smiled.
"But I have no way of getting there." Ralph pointed out.
"You have a point there." Felix had to agree.
"Felix I've been wishing as hard as I can."
"I know you have Ralph." Felix grinned before gesturing behind himself. "Go on stand over there, go ahead."
Ralph moved to behind Felix, who used his hammer to send out sparks to a pumpkin. The pumpkin lifted itself for a moment and then fell back onto the ground.
"Hm, what's the matter with this hammer?" Felix frowned. "You'd think after six-hundred years..." He tapped the side of it against his hand and it glowed a little brighter. "Ah there we go."
He sent sparks to the pumpkin again, and this time it rolled onto the street and turned into a gigantic golden carriage.
"Oh my goodness!" Ralph gasped.
"Hm, we need some horses." Felix noted.
He sent sparks to a cage of mice that was in the kitchen. The sparks transported the cage to the front of the carriage, and the cage slowly disappeared as the mice turned into horses and enlarged.
"They're magnificent." Ralph smiled, impressed.
Felix then saw some strange creatures hiding behind a tree. They were actually Q*Bert and his friends.
"Q*Bert?" Felix said, recognizing him because he had studied bits of Ralph's life in the past due to a fairy godparent necessity: know your godchild before helping him or her.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, he and his friends couldn't pay the mortgage on their home and were kicked out." Ralph explained, not knowing that Felix already knew. "So I told them that they could come here every evening for a bite and a warm place to sleep."
Q*Bert, not knowing who Felix really was, tried to run away. Same with his friends. Well except for Coily, he hopped away instead.
"Don't you run away from me." Felix smirked before zapping them.
Q*Bert turned into a coachman and his friends turned into footmen. They kinda looked the same, except they now had hands and, except for Coily, were taller. Also they now had fancy clothing on. Q*Bert made a confused noise. Felix cleared his throat.
"To the carriage please, you're going to take Ralph to the ball." Felix explained.
Q*Bert seemed happy about that, same with his friends. Obviously they were glad for this chance to repay Ralph for his kindness.
"Just like in my dream." Ralph couldn't believe his luck.
"Let's see, we've got a coachman, we've got footmen, carriage, horses..." Felix listed. "Is there anything else I have forgotten?"
Ralph glanced at his outfit. Felix noticed the glance.
"Spin around, don't make me do all the work." He smiled.
Ralph slowly started to spin and Felix zapped him. Sparks turned Ralph's shirt and overalls into a shiny light blue tuxedo with a blue hydrangea boutonnière. His hair was slicked back now, and he also had a light blue top hat on. The only thing that was the same was that he still didn't have shoes. Ralph looked at his feet confusedly.
"I figured shoes would feel weird to you at this point." Felix shrugged.
"Yeah, I guess they would." Ralph had to agree; after all he hadn't worn shoes in over a decade. "Thank you anyway Felix." He then smiled before going over to hug Felix. "Thank you so much."
Ralph hurried into the carriage. Ugg opened the door for him and Wrong-Way helped Ralph get in. Ugg then shut the door and Felix went over to the carriage's window.
"There's one tiny little thing before I forget." He said. "You must leave the ball before the clock strikes twelve. It's very important."
"Before twelve?" Ralph didn't like that.
"Look I don't make the rules." Felix said seriously. "The magic only lasts until midnight. Come on Ralph, it's time to go."
Ralph smiled and the carriage took off. He sang with joy:
It's possible! For a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage
It's possible! For a plain country bumpkin and a princess to join in marriage!
Felix followed the carriage by flying alongside it. He joined in the song.
FELIX:
And four white mice are easily turned to horses
Such fol-der-ol and fiddle-dee of course's
Quite possible.
BOTH:
It's possible!
RALPH:
For the world is full of zanies and fools
FELIX:
Who don't believe in sensible rules
RALPH:
And won't believe what sensible people say
BOTH:
And because these daft and dewey-eyed dopes keep building up impossible hopes
Impossible things are happening everyday
RALPH:
It's possible
FELIX:
It's possible
RALPH:
It's possible
Felix now joined Ralph in the carriage.
FELIX:
It's possible
RALPH:
It's possible
FELIX:
It's possible
BOTH:
It's possible!
Felix then disappeared. The carriage continued on it's way.