A/N: Eh, I can't post the first chapter on the expected date, 23rd, so take the first chapter now. But the next update won't be until the 24th. I'm sure you can wait that long. Any way, enjoy this Christmas special, and see you in about 2 weeks.
The following characters does not belong to me. All characters belong to the creators of Wreck-It Ralph; Walt Disney.
The school holidays for the duration of Christmas has begun, but so had the time for Litwak to close the arcade until the second day of the New Year that would surely be flooded of gamers once more like every other year.
So, as Litwak did a routine check on all the games of his arcade, deep inside the consoles, the characters were all demanding inwardly for the all clear from the dancer of DDR who casually danced away and watched as Litwak finally took his leave, locking the doors, and began his trek down the road.
"All clear!" the dancer immediately called out. "The arcade is closed!"
Deep inside the racing game Sugar Rush, Turbo chuckled softly as he watched the young racers down upon the Royal Raceway jump out of their carts, awarding themselves with some stretching before they all grouped around one another and began to chatter away.
Turbo watched as he noticed Vanellope was suddenly the centre of the crowd among the track. He stared on as he saw the young girl was trying ever so desperately to escape the crowd of her fellow racers.
"Hm. Poor glitch." Turbo murmured as he leaned against the sugar-cube railing of the balcony he stood upon. "I'm not at all surprised since she's got some idea to celebrate Christmas. They must be that desperate to know." He continued to talk aloud to himself before he chose to turn on his heel to make his way down among the corridor of the castle.
The racer began to pad down the hallway. "Still, she would do best to tell me soon. I'd rather not be left in the dark for much longer." Turbo approached the staircase that led down to the Throne room.
As he made his way down to the very bottom, the doors at the far end swung open just as they were slammed shut. Startled by the noise, Turbo gawked at the doors to see an all too familiar girl who was now scurrying up to the elder racer at incredible speed. Now blinking once, then twice, Turbo was suddenly grasped at around his waist extremely tight.
"Oh, Turbo!" the girl wailed aloud with relief. "Thank Mod you're here!"
Turbo gazed down at Vanellope and slowly laid his arms to wrap around the girl's upper back. "Easy, glitch." Turbo said as soothingly as he could. "Of course I'm here. What has gotten in to you?" He then asked the rather distressed girl.
"I... I've just had to tell the others what I have planned to celebrate Christmas, but I didn't want to tell them until Christmas morning." Vanellope replied.
"So you mean to tell me that you're all worked up about that?" Turbo questioned the girl whose embrace was starting to make the racer's hips ache that he tried to make the girl loosen her grip. "That's abit over dramatic, don't you think?"
"No, it's not!" Vanellope howled as she dropped to her knees, her grip now clinging on to Turbo's legs for dear life. "I just wanted it to be like a surprise because it's something new for everyone that I thought about."
Turbo sighed loudly as he stared down at the girl with a tedious look. "Vanellope," He grunted as he forcefully pried one of his legs free from the young girl. He then got down on his free knee and laid a hand on the girl's shoulder. "What ever has happened has happened. You'll just have to live with that now, even if you don't want to. The racers know now, but you could add a little something else to this plan that could surprise them even more." Turbo suggested.
Vanellope looked up at Turbo with a beaming smile and amazement sparkle in her hazel eyes. "Yes! Oh, thank you, Turbo!" Vanellope exclaimed with glee as she released her grip from Turbo's leg, only to throw herself to sit on the racer's thigh, startling him and almost forcing his limb to collapse under the sudden weight.
"Ease your excitement, glitch." Turbo uttered through a pained voice. "But now I'm curious. What exactly do you have planned for Christmas?" the racer asked.
"Now that would be telling, wouldn't it, Turbo?" Vanellope asked with a soft giggle.
"Well, I suppose it would be." Turbo responded as he rolled his eyes and gave a quick shrug of his shoulders. "However, you've kept it secret enough from the start of this month to now and have let slip of the tongue. So would you kindly shed some light in the dark I'm been kept in?" Turbo asked the girl.
"Do you really want to know that badly?" Vanellope replied in question to the racer.
"All in all, I am not really fussed, but it would be nice to know, even if you had no choice but to tell those nagging brats about the surprise." Turbo answered.
"Yeah," Vanellope said with a soft sigh, "if you were watching then you must have seen them crowd around me asking away and pleading to know what it was. I had to tell them so that they would leave me alone, and that was when I made my escape."
"I never saw that part," Turbo said with a hint of disappointment. "It would have given me the laugh of the day."
"Do you want to know my idea or not?" Vanellope asked as she glared at the racer with a serious expression.
"Hm? Oh, yeah. Sure." Turbo stuttered. "Well, if you want to spill the beans of the subject."
"You don't say." Vanellope chuckled before she slid off Turbo's thigh to have her own feet on the ground. "I guess I'll keep you hanging on the thread; waiting abit longer for the answer."
"More like putting me back in to oblivion. Will it be another six days that I was unconscious for of the duration of my reset?" Turbo asked in a spiteful tone.
"What makes you think that?" Vanellope asked, looking puzzled to Turbo's questioning.
"Sarcasm, glitch." Turbo sighed as he placed the flat of his palm over his luminescent eyes. "Go look it up rather than eye me as though I'm a living dictionary."
"Ok, ok." Vanellope muttered as she raised her hands high. "Sometimes that still goes over my head. I don't always notice it."
"So it seems." Turbo murmured as he rose up to his stature. "So, if our conversation is finished, I'll be seeing myself to my room." The racer turned on his toes and marched forth to the staircase. "And whatever you do," Turbo then called out to the girl, "don't tell them where..." his voice fell in to silence as he peeked a look over his shoulder to see Vanellope was already gone. He sighed softly. "Where I am... She has gone and done it."
Turbo groaned with frustration. The last thing he wanted now was to be bombarded by two certain racers. This seething racer hurried on up the stairs in a quick pace. Not running, but simply kicking his legs up in a fast walk, hurrying down the corridor before he came to a halt before a pair of the countless ginger-bread doors that continued down the hallway.
The one only difference about this one in-front of Turbo was that it had blue icing around its frame. The racer entered the room, closing the doors behind him before he could pad over to the double sized bed which he threw himself on to.
"Now I should prepare myself for an attack that shall strike at any moment now." Turbo uttered to himself as he laid himself on his side, bringing his legs up to his chest and crossing his arms atop of his knees.
The racer then remained silent. His golden eyes scanned the room in thought. Turbo could have sworn he felt his ears perk up to a gentle creaking sound. He was sure he heard it while at the same time he wasn't sure whether he was imagining it what with been on high alert to something or someone coming his way very soon.
The racer focused hard on the silence around him that he was sure no longer domain the room. Now straining his hearing, he heard that creak again which earned an extra pitch in frequency.
'Here we go, Turbo,'
the racer told himself inwardly, 'They've done this enough times so I've managed to keep in practice; remembering their tactics. Get ready.' Turbo remained still and quiet. The sound of snickering that tried to go on unnoticed was heard clearly.
Turbo steadied himself for the impending attack from the ones he suspected that failed to tip-toe up close behind the racer. Turbo waited for the right moment, holding his breath and straining his hearing once more before he threw himself at the foot of the bed and just in time.
Two steel-blue jumpsuit wearing twins had thrown themselves on to the bed where Turbo once laid. Instead of landing on their brother, they collided with one another once they landed on the sponge-cake mattress.
"You two are so ridiculous." Turbo tutted loudly as he sat cross-legged to face his twin brothers who struggled to support their selves up to sit on the bed. "That trick is very old, guys. I know your ways." Turbo then concluded.
"We were rather eager to see you." said Russel.
"Vanellope told us you weren't well." Jack finished.
"Well, as you can see, I am alive and well." Turbo murmured. "And I doubt pouncing on me would have made me feel any better if I was ill."
"As you said, brother," Russel spoke up as he stretched his arms and legs out, clicking his joints in place, "You know our ways. We just can't resist playing tricks and pranks we have in our code."
"Don't I know it." Turbo said with a grimace as he toed both his brother's legs aside as he laid himself down flat on his stomach. His back now facing the twins. "Are you sure you aren't here for another reason?" Turbo asked aloud.
"Well, since we're here," Jack spoke up as he gave Russel a nudge and a wink, he shuffled up to Turbo's side.
"We have a fun idea for you that we haven't done for you for many years." Russel stated as he sat himself on Turbo's legs.
"Wh - What are you doing?" Turbo asked, startled to the weight of one brother on his legs while Jack planted himself to sit on Turbo's bottom and set his converse clad feet to pin Turbo's arms down against the mattress.
"What are you two doing?" Turbo continued to question his brothers. He then tensed up as he felt his boots were been removed. "No... No!" Turbo gasped as he tried to free his arms and legs that remained restrained by his brothers. "Guys, don't do this! Not now!"
"We're rather bored, Turbo." said Jack as he placed his hands on his brother's side, tracing his fingers around the instep of Turbo's waist.
"So it's time to have some fun." Russel continued before he began to skitter his fingers along Turbo's soles.
The racer began to snicker as he tried to hold back the laughter that was slowly building up from the too soft of stroking at his soles and sides. "C - Can't you go both - bother someone else?" Turbo now cackled, still forcing himself to hold in the hysteria that continued to rise with thanks to his twin brothers who kept up tracing their fingers along his ribs and archs.
The twins didn't answer, they simply kept up the tickling on their brother. They weren't even phased out from titillation when a knock tapped at the door which was immediately pushed open.
"Hello?" An unforgettable voice called out.
"Hey, Vanellope." Jack responded to the yell.
"What are you doing?" the young girl asked while she padded on over to the trio racers.
"Having some good old fun with Turbo." Russel replied as he raised Turbo's feet higher and continued to trace lines from the tips of his toes to the heels.
"Ooh! May I join in?" Vanellope asked joyously.
"No!" Turbo spat whilst kicking and thrashing wildly which startled the twins, forcing them to move aside. No longer been pinned down, Turbo shot up straight before landing on his feet among the cookie-tiled floor. "I am, and unlikely to be in the mood for that kind of play." Turbo hissed as he grabbed his boots that Russel had dropped to the floor.
"Aw! You're no fun at all, Turbo." Vanellope moaned, nudging the racer roughly at his side.
"Ease off, glitch." Turbo uttered through clenched teeth. "I really couldn't care less about this "fun" you speak of."
"Well, hopefully on Christmas day, you will be of much entertainment." said Vanellope before looking up at Jack and Russel, giving them a wink which earned her a smirk from the racers. Luckily for them, Turbo didn't notice the sly looks. He was more occupied putting his boots back on to his feet.
"You're getting nothing out of me, Vanellope," Turbo spoke up as he fixed his attention to the young girl. "So wipe that mischievous grin off your face and focus on more important things."
"The more important thing is what is going to happen on Christmas." Vanellope said sternly. "And you will find out in the morning on that day. But let me warn you if you go outside to be careful when you set foot on the chocolate soil."
"Why do you say that, glitch?" Turbo asked.
"You'll find out once you go outside." Vanellope answered, grinning at the racer who furrowed his brow with confusion.
"Right..." Turbo strained his voice as he eyed Vanellope wearily. "Well, I suppose I will go ahead and find out." he spoke on before he padded on over to the door.
Vanellope eyed Jack and Russel with that same mischievous smirk. The twins grinned toothily as they got to their feet and gave the young girl a nod. The trio hurried on after Turbo, skulking away in any shadows of the castle and hiding behind pillar after pillar in-case the unbeknownst racer would halt in his tracks or peek a look over his shoulder.
Luckily for them, Turbo refrained from haltering in his tracks or scanning his surroundings. He simply continued on until he came to the main doors. Rather sombre, he opened the doors and after two steps, his third ended with his foot sliding forth in-front of him.
Turbo was flat on his bottom within the blink of an eye, and rather dazed as to why he was suddenly on the ground. The sound of laughter alerted the racer who reeled his head round to see Vanellope and his brothers standing at the doorway, cackling away with the uprising possibility of asphyxiation hysteria and not forgetting the crippling cramps within their stomachs that they could not help but keel over.
"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up." Turbo spoke aloud as he carefully supported himself back up on to his feet. Now been mindful of the ice which he had slipped on. "Just don't blame me if you laugh so hard that you pass out or end up with stomach cramps."
"Well, better than falling on our butt, wouldn't you agree, Turbo?" Russel asked.
Turbo could agree with his brother's words. The laughter of the trio had managed to distract him from the smarting pain among his bottom which he tended to by rubbing gingerly at his rear cheeks.
"Any way, why is there - ?" Turbo halted his question for he felt something extremely cold land upon his nose. The racer then fixed his gaze to where he stood and the horizon that his luminescent eyes could observe. Soft, ice cream flurries that dropped as snow which seemed illimitable fall graciously before the racer. The whole of Sugar Rush was already covered with a blanket of the snow.
"Do you like it?" Vanellope asked, now standing next to Turbo.
"It's fine," Turbo answered tediously, "but isn't it suppose to just snow at the Ice Cream Mountains?"
"Well, Christmas is two days away, so I figured that during our two weeks off should be a start of something new." Vanellope responded while she buried a booted foot in to the ice cream snow which she kicked around.
"And you did this while I was in my room with those numb-skulls?" Turbo asked, giving a flick of his helmet clad head to the twin racers behind him.
"Very nice of you, Turbo." Russel grunted.
"So much for brother love." said Jack as he folded his arms, while glaring at Turbo with a displeasing look.
"So it seems like you can't take jokes which are the same that you throw at me." Turbo mumbled as he rolled his eyes. The racer then turned on his heel once more, forgetting about the ice that still domain the ground his feet were planted on. Turbo had slipped and landed on his bottom. Jack and Russel howled away while Vanellope snickered as quietly as she could.
"I didn't figure it would be funny the second time," Turbo hissed as he pushed himself back up to stand upright. "I guess your sense of humour died years ago." Turbo continued as he barged past his twin brothers.
"Oh, come on, Turbo!" Jack wailed out to his seething brother. "Vanellope didn't mean for ice to develop, you know. That always follows with snow."
"Yeah, and it is here for fun." Russel called out. Turbo froze on the spot, clenching his fists, "Not exactly for ice skating lessons. This is just for fun and for Christmas."
"Fun?" Turbo echoed in question, turning to face the trio at the doorway. "What in Mod's name is so fun about snow?!" Turbo spat.
"Jeez! Calm down, Turbo." Vanellope grunted as she made her way back in to the castle, approaching the scowling racer. "It's a shame that Spear Mint fields is covered up until New Year, because it seems like you need a session there."
"Oh, how grand." Turbo groaned. "I hope you know how to reset landscapes, glitch, because I demand that you do so right now!" the racer snapped.
"Nope. It's staying for ten days. So get used to it." Vanellope uttered as she gave Turbo's cheek a quick pinch, earning herself a slap on the wrist.
"What have I said about pinching my cheeks, glitch?!" Turbo barked, fiercely. Spitting slightly for his lisp impediment became the high light whenever he rose his voice in to anger.
"Ok, you're in need of a time out, Turbo." Russel spoke up as he grasped his brother by his arm, tugging at him to move along.
"He's right." Jack corresponded with his twin. "Come on, before you hurt someone as well as yourself."
The twins continued to tug at Turbo so that he would hopefully give in and comprehend with his brothers. In the end, Turbo allowed himself to be toured to his room where he also gave his body permission to collapse onto the soft rice-paper sheets that covered the top of the vanilla, sponge-cake mattress before he laid himself flat on his stomach.
Jack and Russel seated themselves at Turbo's side. The racer had started to grumble away with Vanellope's plan for the entity of Sugar Rush to be covered in snow and follow out another idea which Turbo felt shunned from gaining even a hint of what would possibly befall him on Christmas.
This only made Turbo become more irate that he almost leapt to his feet if it wasn't for Jack and Russel to pin him down and, after been told by Vanellope that their brother had a certain 'sweet spot' around the area of his shoulder blades, they were quick to massage and also lightly scratch Turbo's upper back, calming him down once he gave in from trying to hit his brothers to spare him been sent in to a tranquil state which soon lulled him in to blissful unconsciousness.
Jack and Russel couldn't help but smile warmly when Turbo appeared peaceful. Even when he fainted to the massaging. It was still rather new to them, but the action was very helpful to spare them from any other consequences they would have to face with a raging Turbo.
Vanellope had soon entered the room to see Jack and Russel were lightly scratching away Turbo's back. "It sure works wonders, doesn't it?" Vanellope asked the twins, smiling softly.
"Very." They both answered in unison.
"It spares us from ever having a falling out." said Jack.
"The same going for scratches and bruises." Russel continued.
"Well, he looks to be in a deep asleep. Why not go out there and enjoy yourself?" Vanellope suggested. The twins looked at one another, sharing a questioning look before they smiled warmly.
"Let's get going then." Jack exclaimed, jumping to his feet.
"Yeah! Turbutt can follow on if he notices four hands have disappeared from his back." said Russel, following suit of his twin.
"Come on! Last one out is a sore loser!" Vanellope shrieked as she glitched herself to the door.
"Hey! No teleporting, cheater!" Russel called out as he and Jack hurried on after Vanellope who continued to glitch-teleport herself far ahead of the twins until she reached the doors she pushed open and awaited for the twins to catch up before crossing that finish line that was the doorway.
Vanellope cheered joyously of winning which was short lived for Jack and Russel had begun a snowball fight with the girl. It looked as though it was to last for an eternity. Or until either one could no longer bear the cold that would freeze their bones.
Ooh! Tickle him pink! Why not? Or just do anything to shut the little bugger up in the end, hm? Oh well. Two weeks will fly by sooner than you think, and that's when chapter 2 shall be up.