Yes: I did it! Haha. Please forgive the title, but I couldn't think of anything else. So, yeah. This version is what if they were all in High School instead of living in the Arcade (which I will include). And I already have plans for this, so stay tuned. Just as a warning, my updates will more than likely be irregular. If they're not, then it's obviously an apocalypse. I will, be sticking as close to the movie as I can WHILE making it realistic, so enjoy.


Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

A young man of 16 rolled over and nearly slammed his large fist onto the alarm clock; his red hair sticking up in practically every direction. Ralph groaned, clearly not a morning person. Crawling out of bed (and climbing over most everything in his room) he lumbered over to his closet to get ready for yet another day of school. His room was a complete disaster area (they didn't call him Wreck-It for nothing). It didn't bother him that much though. Pulling on his clothes, Ralph ran his hands through his hair and grabbed his back pack; slinging it over one arm, and headed downstairs to at least grab something to eat. Dropping his bag by the door, he looked over to spot his older brother pouring over homework, checking an essay for what seemed like a 5th time and proceeding to re-write an entire paragraph.

"Ralph, it would help if you would please stop looming over me." The senior reminded, neatly finishing up and pulling out a book entitled 'Ways to Improve on the SAT's'. His southern accent cut through the air. "Besides; I don't see you doing anything to get ready for collage."

The Junior rolled his eyes, literally looking down at him. Standing at a bulky, muscular build of 6' 7", Ralph was positively enormous compared to his older brother, who was a lanky brunette and just barely passed the 5-foot mark. In fact, the two were complete opposites in every possible way. The only reason why his brother even possessed that slight Southern twang in his voice was due to their mother, whom Ralph never really got to know. He had he red hair while the Senior had gained the blue eyes and adopted the accent. "Felix, I still have time to mull things over."

"But it's never to late to start thinking about it." Felix insisted, rolling those blue eyes of his.

"Why do you even still have that book?"

"Well, uh, I plan on taking 'em again."

Ralph grabbed a bowl of cereal. "You're joking."

Felix shook his head. "Not really."

The football player shook his head. "Brother, you aced them this fall, and last spring, and even last fall." he counted on his fingers. "Going through a fourth time? That's just asking for another round of hell for 6 hours. Besides; you've already been accepted into the college you've been wanting."

"I just want a steady score." Felix replied, packing up his things and settling his blue cap on his head. "Ralph, I know you can down the entire bowl. Can you just hurry up? We're going to be late." The pair grabbed their things and headed out the front door. "Oh my land. I'm just glad the school's only a few blocks away." Their dad's truck was gone, though it was no surprise. He was a well known repair man AND mechanic, and Felix planned on taking it over.

Ralph couldn't help but groan. It meant that they were taking his brother's car, and the 1982 Mercury Topaz was tiny. "Taking the car?"

"We'll be late if we don't." Felix replied, back to his chipper self, sliding easily into the driver's seat.

"Of course we are..." he muttered, having more difficulty sliding in, but somehow managed to fit nonetheless. Though is older brother fit comfortably, Ralph had to bring the seat all the way back just to even fit into the vehicle. "So, why are you driving?"

"For one, it's my car." The shorter replied good naturally. "Two, you still don't have your learner's permit."

"Why won't Dad let me get mine? I'm just as careful as you! Not to mention-"

Felix cut in. "I know, but most don't exactly see that, and you can have quite a temper." he looked left, right, and left again before pulling out of the driveway. "Besides; I'm going to be on my own in a few months, and I need to be able to handle everything."

Ralph rolled his eyes, the second time since waking up. "You drive fine, Brother. Stop worrying about everything."

"I can't help it. " The senior turned a corner. "Three, you hardly fit in here as it is, let alone drive." he noted, gently pulling into the school's student parking lot. The pair clambered out and grabbed their things from the back seat. Just as Felix grabbed hold of his bag, her heard a deafening 'clang'. Whirling around, completely startled, he nearly stumbled into the car. "And lastly, there IS a reason why they call you 'Wreck-It'." Felix explained, looking from an astonished Ralph to the car bumper, which was now laying on the asphalt.

Ralph grinned apologetically. "Maybe it would help if you didn't own a 30 year old car?" he suggested.

Felix shook his head. "No. It runs fine, there's only a little rust on the exterior, and it's not even close to a piece of scrap metal. I've examined the thing inside and out. The car's fine." he sighed. "Oh well. Nothing I can't fix."

"And that's why they call you 'Fix-It'." Ralph told him, picking up the bumper and setting it in the back seat.

"Exactly. I'll take care of it when I get home. Dad's out of town, so it'll be nice not having to work all of that for the weekend for a change." Together, they turned and made their way towards the doors to the school, knowing they didn't have much time to waste.
"So, I see that your Chemistry grade has dropped."

Ralph gave his brother a disapproving look. "What's it to you?"

Felix looked up at Ralph, glad that his brother was blocking most of the sun's light. "Well, for one, I'm your brother and I care. Two, it's just a lab I'll be able to help you with. Just grab a pass to Mr. Litwack's classroom for 4th period. We can work then."


"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!" Felix cried, quickly, snatching the package of thin sticks away from Ralph. The two were testing complete and incomplete combustion. "You don't conduct the glowing splint test in the giant beaker. It's water, so it'll be useless."

"But you said that-"

"No." he continued, cutting off his brother. "Fill the test tubes with the acetylene gas using water displacement first."

Ralph nodded. "Ok, that makes sense." he submerged the lip of the test tube and connected the tubing into the piece of glassware; careful not to let any of the glass escape. Felix then disconnected everything once the water had gone and placed the test tube upside down on the table; not wanting to lose any of the acetylene. Together, they had set up a system and and quickly finished within a minute.

Felix lit the splint and handed it to him. "Now, you just light the gas, which will-"

CRASH!

Glass shards flew everywhere, and both were glad they were sporting safety goggles and aprons. "Like that?" Ralph asked hopefully/

The senior face palmed, crawling out from his place behind a lab table about 20 feet away. "You were supposed to set the acetylene on fire. Not drop the test tube on the floor."

"But the lab's entitled 'Flaming Test Tubes of Death'!" Ralph protested. "There was fire literally shooting out of the mouth. How did you expect me to react."

"Mr. Litwack was crazy enough to let a student name the lab." he explained, waving the soot from his face. "If you read the directions thoroughly, which I doubt, you would have seen that you were supposed to hold the mouth of the test tube away from you. Not in your face." Felix sighed and fetched a dustpan and a tiny broom. "Don't move until I have this cleaned up." he instructed, doing so. "No we have to start all over again because we had to test to see if there was carbon dioxide. Just how you're even passing, I will never know."


Haha! Yes, I actually did this lab a few weeks back, and it was pretty fun. There was soot everywhere. Yes, the lab was actually called that, and my teacher allowed a student to name it. Thankfully, we don't have any Wreck-It Ralph's in my chem class. See the pretty blue button at the bottom of the page? Click it!