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Chapter One: Help
Asphalt Track (Chocolate Flavoured)
Twinkie Nutsiancreme drove her kart with ease while catching up to two racers in front of her, Cherie Sprinkletops and Macacao Mallowry. She was about to pass them if it wasn't for Gummy Syrup Swirls releasing slippery chocolate syrup everywhere. "Sorry Twinkie!" The racer shouted while passing the out of control kart racer. 'I hate that stupid trick of hers!' Twinkie thought with irritation. She nearly crashes herself to another kart. "Whoa, babe! I know you want me but you can only flirt with me after I won this race!" Marius Cookiesplit shouted trying to avoid Twinkie's kart hitting his. 'And I hate that stupid flirt!' She angrily stepped on the brakes with full strength.
Unfortunately, the brakes weren't enough. She crashed to a candy cane tree, damaging her precious kart. She got out and furiously stomped her feet on the cinnamon flavoured ground. "I hate this!" Lucky for her, Mallow officers were on patrol. The officers carried her damaged kart to the bakery for fixing and they let her rode with them to the Grand Stand were the winners were announced.
"...Last place, Twinkie Nutsiancreme," the announcer said through the speakers. 'Great, now I'm in last place' she sighed and approached the other racers. Gummy saw her and immediately hugged her. "I'm so sorry, Twinks! You're so good at driving, I couldn't think of any other ways to pass right through you," the racer reasoned. "It's fine by me. Just, don't do it often." Twinkie gave Gummy a weak smile meaning she's alright.
"Children, it's already dinner time. The prince is in the castle waiting for all of you," a muffin in maid outfit told them. They nodded and proceed to their karts. Most of the racers were gone. Twinkie stop at her tracks when she remembered that her kart was at the bakery right now. "How will I go home without a kart?" She questioned the remaining racers, Gummy and the annoying flirt, Marius.
"Babe, you could sit on top of me while I'm driving," Marius Cookiesplit suggested while patting his lap inside his kart. Gummy made puking sounds and Twinkie glared at him. "I'd rather be tied by a rope connected to Gummy's kart and be dragged until we arrived at the palace rather than be with you," Twinkie spat. Marius pouted before starting the engine and drove off leaving Twinkie and Gummy alone.
"Twinkie, you could sit at my lap while I drive. You're not heavy, are you?" Twinkie smirked at the racer. "Let's find out."
5 minutes later
Dining Hall
"Everyone, I thank you for another wonderful race. Have a nice dinner," Prince Frederick said with a smile. Everyone enjoyed their food. Well, not everyone. "Second place 15 years in a row. How pathetic of me," Rookie Poppermint muttered to himself. Bad for him, the person next to him was Twinkie and she happens to hear him.
Twinkie smirked and teased him "Aww, what's wrong Rookie-cookie? Can't win a golden trophy, can you?" Rookie faced her with an annoyed face. His annoyed face turned into a wicked one. "Well, at least, I didn't pathetically crash myself to a candy cane tree." Twinkie glared at him. "You should have been named Rookie Bitter gourd," she hissed. "We're candy themed racers. Bitter gourd is not in any ways sweet. Or, your head must be overloaded with nuts being last placer that you forgot the difference between sweet and bitter, Miss Twinkie Nutchiecreep." "It's Nutsiancreme, you unripe lemon flavoured sugar boy," she said with controlled anger.
"Should I call the Choco Bar doctor to fix your cracked nutshell and also your bad attitude?" Evil smirked crossed the cookie and peppermint themed racer's face. "Listen here, you sour patch, you're a st..." Twinkie wasn't able to finish what she was about to say because the whole room started to glitch. Most of the racers screamed in fear except for Rookie, Twinkie and Prince Frederick.
Red pixels came out of nowhere and began to make a form. After the red pixels disappeared, a character in royal outfit could be seen. "Who are you?" The prince cautiously asked. "I am Que—Queen Candi-di-dice," the form glitches a few times before it could talked normally. "I am Queen Candice and I need your help." Prince Frederick approached Queen Candice. "And what kind of help do you need?"
The queen shed some tears before answering him. "I want you to help me take my kingdom back. My kingdom... Sugar Rush."
Twinkie: I don't trust that queen.
FoolName: Me either.
Twinkie: Who are you?
FoolName: Umm... Oh! Mom's calling! Bye! (Escape)
Twinkie: Hey! Come back here!
