He was hopping everywhere, practically bouncing off the walls, proudly showing you around his domain. "And this is the throne room!" He announces, turning on his heels. "The walls are salmon-colored frosting. Go on, have a taste, gumdrop, hoo hoo!" The king's grin widens as you comply, giving the wall a lick, before he takes your hand and hurries you on. "Come on, come on! So much time and so little to do! That s the hall to the garage, I ll show you the royal race car later. Maybe we can take a ride." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively as you giggle, pecking him on the nose. It s only a second later that he's tugging you along again, the bells on his shoes jingling with each step. "Come on, now for something special, my little cupcake. It took me all day to prepare! I ran Sour Bill back and forth helping me until he dropped." King Candy pauses outside a door, suddenly staring at the floor and looking sheepish. "I hope you like it, I mean, I, well oh peanut fudge, just don't laugh about it!" He hangs back slightly as you push the door open, clinging tightly to your hand like a nervous child. There's a huge table laden with every type of candy and sweet you could imagine. Cakes, pies, ice cream, even a fondue fountain with strawberries and pretzels ready to dip.
You glance down, and King Candy's shuffling his feet. "I know it's silly, I didn't know what y-" And then you're picking him up, planting a huge kiss on his cheek. "It's wonderful, thank you." The king turns bright red, grinning and giggling as you set him down. "Now, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Lead the way, my king?" You bend, linking arms with him and letting him walk you to the table.
It's a while later, after you've eaten as much as you can, and you feel like if you look at one more slice of cake or piece of chocolate you ll die. You recline back on the plush couch, closing your eyes. You'll rest them, just for a moment, you swear.
King Candy smiles, leaning forward to gently kiss your forehead. "Nighty-night, honeybun." You're awaken later by the feeling of something nuzzling and pushing at your thigh. Scowling, you start to give the mischievous king a piece of your mind, until you look down.
The small king is fast asleep, nuzzling into your leg with a small, content smile on his face. You can t help but smile too, gathering him up in your arms as you lay back on the couch, feeling him settle against you as you drift back to sleep.
I don't own Wreck-it Ralph.