Ralph looked over the cookie medal Vanellope had made for him only two years ago. The frosting felt tougher than anything Ralph had ever broken, the sprinkles were falling off gradually, the fruit roll ribbon was starting to loosen, and the cookie itself was crumbling at the edges. He was surprised that the handwriting on both sides had kept up after this time. The medal had meant a lot to the bad guy, and it saddened him a bit more each time to see it falling apart.

Then again, what was Vanny supposed to make a "thank you" gift out of? The only materials around Sugar Rush are the candies and the wrappers they come in. If the then glitch had used her own candy wrappers, she'd lose the only bedsheets she had. So, a small candy medal personalized with a (somewhat) affectionate nickname was all she could offer. It meant even more than the Hero's Duty medal he'd spent a whole day pining for. He was even willing to throw it out...then bring it back to the game it came from, apologizing to Calhoun for all the trouble. He just wished the Sugar Rush medal was more like the Hero's Duty medal: durable.

Though...Vanellope was as much a hero to Ralph as she was to him. After all, the crumbsnatcher made him realize that he needed something more than a prize to make him a hero; he needed allies… a friend. So, since she gave him a medal for being her hero, why couldn't he return the favor. An image began to form in his mind: a trophy made of things from his game. Bricks would be perfect, he realized, I mean, I have a lot of them, even after Felix made places out of the spare ones. He'd also need mortar, to hold the whole thing together. Last, he'd need some tools, or someone with tools, and a steady hand, to help him with the engraving. The wrecker out from the small, but cozy room of his house in "East Niceland" and over to the main apartment; he had to speak with Felix.

Felix listened to Ralph's hastily-made plans, and was quickly able to draw up something the wrecker liked. When the good guy studied the simple design, he asked, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Sure I'm sure. But can you build it?"
"Of course, of course! It's just it's a little more complicated than I'm used to." Ralph's eyes widened. Felix's statement made him realize that he might look like an expert handyman, but really, it was the hammer doing most of the work.

"Look, Felix, I know you can do it. You're good with your hands, and you have all the tools you need to make this."
"Yes, findin' brick and mortar is easy around here, but...this engraving...I might have to borrow something from Steve?." Not everyone could break into bricks like Ralph, and even then, this had to be done with precision. Diamond tools were the only thing like that around Game Central Station, and of course, they were located only in Minecraft.

"That's fine. Do you think you can reach him in a night?" Minecraft, was of course, a very expansive world, with only one sentient player in Single Mode. There was always the possibility some character would get lost, die outside their game, or in the worst possible fate, find the being called Herobrine.

But, this was for Vanellope, and the handyman wouldn't give up for someone this important. "I'll do my best, I promise ya, brother. Just get me some bricks and put them over there." He gestured to the couch not too far away. "Then I'll be all set."
"Alright, I'll stay here then." Felix grabbed the plans and placed them in a loop on his belt loop; somehow it fit perfectly. And with that, he was off to Minecraft.

Felix was a very popular man, and no one could tell you otherwise. Nice, amiable, and an all around good guy, the hero could make friends with anyone instantly. But tonight, he told anyone who greeted him that he had to head to Minecraft quickly. He didn't really address as to why; for some reason, he felt obligated to keep this mission a secret. If it was a surprise for Vanny, it was a surprise for everyone. Well, except Ralph.

There was a cord that led straight to Mr. Litwak's laptop. He always kept it charging on the power strip, like he knew it would be good to hook it up there. Even if the computer was shut down, it was still alive on the inside. Felix hopped on a small tram and arrived into what looked like another GCS, but shinier. There were many game characters, all from computer games, hustling about. Games installed and downloaded to the laptop all came here, on a variety of trains. Felix wasn't sure where to start; he had only been to the laptop once before. So, he asked the first person he saw for directions, a young tall girl in a jumpsuit and pretty snazzy-looking boots. After getting nothing out of her, he asked a pair of snipers. They told him it was only three trains down to Minecraft, but also warned him to be careful. But he already knew to be careful; he just hoped he'd be lucky.

The handyman found both snipers were right, and hopped into a minecart train and ended up in the Far Lands, the impossible-to-reach edge of the game. This would not be easy, but Felix was determined. It seemed to take two days to find a house, but it was actually a little less than 45 minutes. He knocked on the door, hoping Steve? would be home. Steve? was, and fully clad in diamond armor.
"Oh, thank goodness. I was 'fraid I'd be entirely lost here." Felix extended a hand. "I'm Fix-It Felix Jr. from the game, Fix-It Felix Jr. You must be Steve?." Steve? shook his hand, but didn't say a word. Another character without any voice code, just great. But, Felix was still able to get a diamond pickaxe from him. The handyman figured he could tell Steve? about the mission, considering he couldn't blab about it. After telling Felix about his friend's gift, Steve? offered him some brick blocks.
"Oh, no thanks, friend." He pushed the block back to Steve? and he absorbed it into his body. "Your blocks are nice and all, but they're nothing like real bricks." Steve? shrugged it off, then waved goodbye. With the way back memorized, it only took a day (really twenty minutes) to get back. With the diamond tool in tow, Felix went back to his game.

Ralph and Felix spent the rest of the night making sure it looked good, and even then, if the mortar would hold it together. After Ralph was satisfied with the product, Felix etched into the brick smoothly, knowing just what words to put in. The wrecker then took it back to his house, making sure not to break it. After a long day at work, Ralph saw someone riding the Fix-it Felix Jr. tram in; it was Vanellope.

"Vanny?" Ralph wiped the mud off his overalls. Felix, who was nearby, went inside the Niceland building; he didn't want to ruin the moment.

"Hey, Ralph!" The racer hopped out of the tram. "Sorry I couldn't come over yesterday. I know it was your anniversary, but you know, the thirty-second anniversary doesn't seem that important." She chuckled.

"Yeah, we didn't even have a party here."

"However, it is our anniversary. Like, the anniversary of us. Minty said to call it a 'friend-iversary,' but even that sounds weird to me."
"Don't worry, I'll think of some way to celebrate. In the mean time, I got you a little something. Just close your eyes, I'll be right back." Vannellope closed them tight and heard the bad guy run off. She peeked only for a second, but closed them tight when she heard him come back. The racer felt as Ralph shifted her hands around to hold something. It had two handles, like a trophy, but instead of feeling smooth and sleek, it felt rough and blocky.

"Okay, now open your eyes!" She did, and was amazed at what was in her hands. It was a trophy, made of bricks and mortar, engraved with the words "You're my hero." Upon seeing it, Vanellope recalled just two years ago when she gave the bad guy a medal made of candy that said the same thing. Ralph explained as she awed over it, "I know I'm a little slow to give you something in return, but the medal...it-it hasn't worn well."

With that statement, all the excitement in her face was gone; she was just frowning. "What happened to it?"

"I don't think anything really happened, 'cept you made it out of candy, kid. Candy is meant to be eaten, not make lasting gifts out of. Just ask the chocolates Felix got Calhoun for Valentine's." Vanny couldn't help but smile again at the wrecker's joke.

"So, I guess you got Felix to make it?"

"Yeah."

"I know his handwriting; I guess yours wouldn't look eligible, huh?"

"Hey, it was still my idea!"

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry, the sentiment's there." She put it to her side, as she was done admiring it. "I think I have a nice place in my trophy room for this."

"Hold up, you have a trophy room and you've never shown me it?" She shook her head. "Okay, that's what we're doing tonight."

"Sounds great!" The racer took her trophy in one hand and led Ralph with the other. "That gives me all the night to gloat about my wins." They both got in the tram, and Vanny turned back to the wrecker. "How'd you get that engravin' into the brick anywhoo?"