"WYNNNCHEEEL! DUNCAN!" I laced my fingers together, desperately trying not to bite down on the jawbreaker rolling around in my mouth- hoo, what a doozy that would be!

"Sir."

"Sir!"

"Oh good, for as many calories as you guys are, you sure manage to get around, hoo-hoo! If you don't mind my saying, boys." I flashed a grin, scrambling from my seat. "Now, the reason I called. I'm sure you're aware of how quiet it's been around here." I looked expectantly at them as the exchanged quizzical glances. "...You are aware, aren't you? Eh-heh. I mean come on! No trouble, no weird happenings, the chocolate bridges haven't been melting, and there's absolutely nochaos around!" I threw my arms up into the air to emphasize as I passed by my most trusted servant, Sour Bill.

"That's...good, sir...?" Sour Bill drawled in a monotone voice, glancing up at me with heavy eyes. Sheesh, the guy's a real day brightener, hoo-hoo!

"NO!" I leveled with him, causing him to jerk back. "That's terrible! Unacceptable! Inappropriate! It's disturbing, do you not find the lack of trouble disheartening and despairing?!"

"Yes sir, it sure is...appalling." Sour Bill replied in sarcasm- though I can never really tell with him.

"You're darn right it's appalling!" I grinned then, turning. "And that's because of one thing, and one thing only." I lifted a finger to the air. "The glitch is planning to do something she's not supposed to, eh-heh.And I think it's obvious what that something is. Such a naughty little disease, how I pity her..."

I laced my fingers again, only to crack the pixel structures in a sickening crunch as I flexed my fingers. "How I...loathe her." My grin widened before a scowl found its way easily over my expression. "Glitches are crippling of the game grid. They just have no place here at all, and yet there they are, crawling around infecting everything. YEEOOOH!~" I shuddered as if bugs were falling from my candy-coated ceiling as I spoke! "They must be stopped! Why should others be stripped of their glory and title so that glitches can push their way to the front of the track?!"

I stopped and turned toward my subjects who were looking on, clearly used to my temper by now, something that was not so sweet in this land, eh-heh.

"I think you know where I'm going with this, boys.~ Go find her and see what she's up to. The Random Roster Race will be held soon, and we wouldn't want a repeat performance of last time." I grinned, shooing the pair away.

I turned towards Sour Bill, gesturing for him to follow me. Just a quick visit to the game's code in the deepest part of the castle. As we headed down the hall, I couldn't help but spit out the incessantly difficult jawbreaker. No matter how hard I tried to reprogram, re-wire, or add in new code, I could never make myself forget how much I truly, truly hated candy.

Hoo-hoo.

(So this was actually a sample for a Disney club in order to RP as King Candy, which I hope is accepted because he seems like a really fun guy to play. He seems like such a spectrum of emotion, especially when you start delving into Turbo. Also I envision him giggling a lot, similar to the Mad Hatter from the Alice in Wonderland cartoon, so hence all the hoo-hoo's and such. He's not meant to be an owl, it's just the closest sound I envision when he laughs. XD

Other than that, I hope this mini-fiction sample keeps him canon enough. I'd like to write a Wreck-it Ralph fanfic in the future if I have the time, and if anyone would be interested. )