Relocation
The sky was blue and the clouds, cotton candy pink, as Princess Vanellope Von Schweetz awoke from a deep and long slumber. Her eyes fluttered open as she greeted a new day and a new journey for herself and her kingdom of Sugar Rush. She pushed herself up in to a sitting position, still snuggled warmly in her pink blanket and yawned yet again. It seemed the little princess wasn't ready to start the new day quite yet. Her eyes drooped and sleepiness over took her. Just as she was about to drift off, a knock on her door brought her back. Princess Vanellope rubbed her eyes.
"Come in, door's open," the last words getting lifted by another yawn. A small green ball with floating hands and feet shuffled in, with a long list trailing behind him. He stopped just inside the room.
"Good morning, Princess," the droning voice coming from the little green ball lulled a part of Vanellope back in to her dreams, but she held on.
"I told you Sour Bill," another yawn. "Just call me Vanellope," she smiled sleepily, pulling her covers closer to her. Sour Bill just stared at her for a moment, seemingly indifferent to the princess's request before continuing his train of thought.
"We have much to do today before the arcade opens," Sour Bill cleared his throat and addressed the list, reading it in his boring fashion. "As you know, our game has been relocated. Because of this relocation, we must complete this check list to make sure our game works properly," the princess rolled her eyes, groaned and scooted herself back under her sheets. Sour Bill continued, "please remember to make sure all racers are accounted for, as well as cars, mini games, and lastly, citizens..." Vanellope mocked Sour Bill under her breath as he droned on, using her hand to act him out. She hadn't realized how long she'd been mimicking him until he paused.
"Do you understand this checklist?" Vanellope scrambled to sit up, before he could notice she wasn't listening and crossed her hands in her lap. She cleared her throat.
"Yes," Vanellope nodded, trying to sound as matter-of-factly as she could.
"Are you sure?" Sour Bill asked. The little princess crossed her arms on her chest, getting a bit defensive of her white lie.
"Yes!" She whined. "What makes you think I don't?" Sour Bill stared at her for a few moments, pondering his belief that she would get things done today.
"Okay..." he said, unsure of whether or not he had made the right choice in believing her. "Now get up. We have work to do, Princess." Vanellope groaned again and fell back on to the bed.
"Yeah, yeah, just do me a favor next time," Sour Bill sighed at her request.
"Yes?"
"Just call me Vanellope."