Taffyta was the first to get a glimpse at the game of Sugar Rush Unlimited. Her and her fellow racers had arrived at the game by train, which was different for them because thier orignal game just linked up by a walkway. She got off the train and signaled to the passengers to come off. Adorabeezle, Jubileena, Minty, Swizzle, Rancis, Gloyd, Candlehead, Snowanna, and Crumbelina all hopped off after they saw the signal. They all looked at the game in awe. Candlehead, easily impressed, gasped, "Wow! The high-def makes this place look even more amazing!" Minty then pointed to a vacant spot far over.

"Where's the kart factory?" Jubellina shrugged.

"Maybe the princess knows." Taffyta, acting as the leader of the group, told the rest, "Let's go see if the princess is down at the track." They all nodded and followed Taffyta. She figured this game wouldn't be much different from the original, so she easily loctated the track from memory. The ten racers then looked to find not even the candy citizens were in the grandstands. She then noticed someone she knew would be of help; Sour Bill, the one from this version of the game, sweeping up the track. Taffyta waved at him to get his attention. She came over, but Sour Bill, not one to like a new face, immidiately asked, "What do you want?"

"Hi," the lollipop racer greeted anyway. "We're from the Sugar Rush game that's plugged in not too far from this one. Anyway, we came to welcome ourselves to the new racers, and just wondered where they were at."

"Who sent you?"

"Oh, a friend of our princess. He told us it might be nice to introduce ourselves to the new guys, but...Vanellope couldn't make it. She wanted to hang out with the friend, and went off with him." Sour Bill, convinced she was indeed from the original Sugar Rush, said in his monotone voice, "Right this way." The children followed the small sour ball to a small village, where some cupcake houses were in place, and others were being set up. While the kids looked the place over, Sour Bill decided it would be best to tell the princess.

Taffyta and the others looked around for someone to chat with that wasn't decorating thier house at the moment. She eyed a racer that had a lollipop-styled helmet under her arm. The girl with the helmet noticed the lollipop racer, and Taffyta gave a little wave. The other girl came up to her and exclaimed, "Wow! You're the same style as us."

"Yep," Taffyta replied. "We're from the original game, and thought we should introduce ourselves. I'm Taffyta, by the way." She extended a hand and the other girl gladly shook it.

"My name's Cheri." Taffyta pointed to Cheri's helmet, then noticed her cherry-wrapper dress.

"I see you're a fan of lollipops."

"Yeah, but my specialty's cherries. In fact, that's my cart your redhead friend's eyeing." Cheri pointed to Jubellina, who was looking at the cherry pie racer in awe. Cheri yelled to her, "Hey! You like my kart?"

"You have cherries for wheels!" Jubi awed. "That's so cool!" Cheri laughed and headed off to talk to Sugar Rush's resident cherry racer, leaving Taffyta behind. Swizzle glanced around the houses until he found a girl who was casually leaning against her cart, which looked like a candy swirled with purple, pink and gold. If his name wasn't indication enough, he loved swirls. He came over to the girl and tapped her shoulder. "Hey, I'm Swizzle Malarkey. But my friends call me 'The Swizz.'"

"Nice to meet you, 'The Swizz,'" she giggled at the nickname. "I'm Sue Tauzo, mascot for the Star Swirl candy company back in Japan. The only reason I'm not decorating my house is because they're making more for the 'losers.' I have to wait around while the others race since I didn't get on the roster."

"At least you have a home," Swizzle snarked.

"Oh, you don't have one?" Sue frowned at the very idea of being homeless.

"Well, Sugar Rush is my home game, but no, I don't have a house. I've heard of a few homeless game characters in Game Central Station; ones that got unplugged."

"Poor things. How do you get unplugged?"

"Well, two ways: you either get the 'Out of Order' sign stamped on you because something went wrong, like a glitch or your screen malfunctioned. The other way is if you're unpopular." He shrugged. "That one just happens." He then muttered under his breath, "should've happened to Turbo..." The Star Swirl racer heard his mutters and asked, "'Turbo'? Who's Turbo? You mean like the game character from Turbo Time? He was very popular back in the day. What happened?"

"It started about 25 years ago..." As Swizzle told Sue the cautionary tale of the arcade's thirty-year menace, Adorabeezle looked for someone to talk to. She was the loner of the rest of them; more opt for exploring the tracks for surprises and such than hanging with the rest of them. She then noticed someone wearing a fleece like hers, only pink. They were in a kart that looked like a filled-up malt shake turned sideways. The glass was cut out where the seat should be, the wheels were made of scoops of ice cream, and two straws placed on the back were made to look like exhaust pipes. The blonde girl who was sitting in the kart eyed Adorabeezle, and asked, "You like what you see?"

"Yes," the popsicle racer nodded. "I have never seen a kart quite like it before."

"I take it you're from one of the older versions of my game?"

"The original, actually." Adorabeezle came up to the blonde, extending out her hand. "I'm Adorabeezle Winterpop, popsicle racer."

"Malty, milkshake racer." Malty shook the popsicle racer's hand. "Your name's a mouthful; got any nicknames or something?"

"Well...my friends call me Beezie sometimes..." Malty giggled at the name, and Adorabeezle blushed a little.

"Aw, come on! It's not that bad." They both giggled, Adorabeezle's blush fading away. Meanwhile, Crumbelina Di Carmello was looking for some racer who would appreciate her tastes in the finer sweets. She finally noticed a cart that was chocolatey, with white swirls. It had a boxier frame and was made for off-road than hers, but then she noticed a boy leaning up against it. Eet must be becauze he ees a boy zhat his racer is built that way, she thought; even her thoughts were in her French accent. She came up to the boy, and greeted, "Allo. I am Crumbellina De Carmello, and I am from zhe original Sugar Rush. I take it you are one of the other racers, no?"

He just nodded. She gave a confused, and somewhat concerned glance at him.

"Wait...can you eeven speek? AUGH!" She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Dang zhe programmers zhese days! Always dummying out every character! Eet sickens me!" She paused and turned from her dramatics back to him. "You can still understand me, right?" The boy nodded. She sighed, "Zhat ees good. Zome NPCs I have met...are so dummeed out, zhey can barely understand what I am saying. That, or eet ees the accent. Can...we find a method to speek with? I hate to ramble like this." The boy nodded, and took a nearby peppermint stick out of the ground. He started writing on the ground, and the imported chocolate racer came over to his side to see what he was writing.

My name is Nougan De Carmello.

She gasped when she made out the name. "I am a De Carmello too! Well, I already introduced myself. But I can tell zhat we are going to become fast friends!" Nougan nodded, and playfully gave the fellow De Carmello a affectionate noogie. Rancis, not too far from the others, looked for someone who would be a peanut-butter cup racer like him. It didn't take him long to find a kart that was exactly like his own, from the wheels to the frame. Just as he was wondering who the lucky chap who got this fine kart was, he heard someone practically yell, "Hello!" to him.

He looked to see a redhead, wearing a t-shirt, vest and shorts, with a pork-pie hat that resembled his own. Rancis got off the ground where he was looking at the wheels and greeted, "Hello. I am Rancis Flutterbugger. And you would be...?"

"The name's Peter Burter-Crump!" Rancis would've let out a groan, but didn't want to seem rude. He knew that this hooligan was the owner of this copy-cart. Peter looked at the other boy's hat in awe. "Wow! You're hat looks almost the same as mine."

"You don't say..." Rancis said through bitter sarcasm.

"Omygosh! That means that we're both peanut butter racers! That's almost like...brothers or something..." Or something was right, Rancis thought. He didn't like this other peanut-butter cup racer. He was loud, rude and obnoxious; nothing like himself (Well, except for that last one, but Rancis was a little too prideful to notice it.) Peter smiled back at Rancis, and asked, "So can we be PBBFFs?"

"Excuse me?"

"Peanut butter best friends forever! It only makes sense since I'm based off of you." Peter spit into his hand and extended it, hoping the other one would shake on it. Rancis looked at it in disgust, but then remembered how eager he had been to make new friends when his game first got plugged in. Out of pure nostalgia, the original racer spit into his own hand and stuck it to the sequel's. Cheri was enjoying talking to the fellow cherry racer, but looking around, she asked, "Hey, where's you're princess?"

"Oh, you mean the president," Jubelina corrected. "She went off with her friend, Ralph."

"Wait...President? What happened to the princess? She's not..." Cheri paused to think, but couldn't find a better word for the situation, "dead, is she?"

"Dead?! Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no!

It's just...well, we used to have a princess. For three years in fact. Then, one night, I can't really remember exactly when..." The redhead giggled nervously, and looked at the fellow cherry racer. Would she really tell this story to her? This story, that brought back horrible memories of how they treated thier princess? Well, she'd better; she knew it was best for the arcade. "A rouge racer called Turbo decided to take over. He used the persona of King Candy and manipulated us all into thinking he had been ruler. He took away our memories and made Princess Vanellope a glitch. He told us...to never let her race, and never hesitate to tell her that."

Cheri could see that Jubelina was on the brink of tears. The events, once they had regained thier memories, must've shocked them. Cheri came over and placed a hand on the original cherry racer's shoulder, and comforted, "Hey, it's over now. Someone stopped Turbo, and that's good. Now, you have your rightful ruler back, and if this Turbo fellow comes back...I'll make sure he knows a thing or two about the new racers!" The redhead looked up from the tears on her cheeks, and smiled.

"T-thanks...I'm sure that would mean a lot...to all of us..."

"Say, who did stop this Turbo fellow? I'd like to meet them and maybe thank them if I get the chance!"

"Oh, well, I already mentioned Wreck-It Ralph. Because he's the main one that helped save President Vanellope, she hangs out with him a lot. Then there's the happy couple, Fix-It Felix and Sergeant Calhoun. They helped Ralph out, and they're both the heroes of their games, Fix-it Felix Jr. and Hero's Duty. They all visit occasionally and are real nice."

Taffyta, who hadn't found someone to talk to, and was getting a wee bit jealous, got up on a hill above the little housing development. She gave a loud whistle to get everyone's attention, and told her fellow Sugar Rush racers, "Guys! The arcade's about to open! We need to head back!" The Sugar Rush racers said their good-byes to the Sugar Rush Unlimited ones, and hurried off to get back to their game. Cheri, acting as a leader, told one of the other racers, "Let's get to the racetrack. We have a job to do!" They all hurried off, and Babel, who heard from her cave, hurried down the mountain. She needed to install some slide or something; maybe after work...