Swizzle is in the junkyard, relieved that he escaped from the cops, but he could get in trouble if he ever showed up at the track again. He sighs heavily and gets back to work on a makeshift kart.
The sound of karts come speeding through the junkyard, and three girls get out of their karts, clearly miffed and they look at the glitch with complete dislike. The candy cane-themed boy, however, parked his kart behind some trees, and hid behind a pile of jawbreakers.
"Hi there, fellow racers!" Swizzle said, looking up from the work he was doing. "Creamy, Witchy, Candella, you're looking well. Came by to check out the competition, huh? Well, here it is! The Uni-Candy Split! Fastest pedal-powered kart this side of the arcade! Check 'er out!" Swizzle starts pedaling in the makeshift kart, and honks the horn, much to everyone's dislike. Adorabeezle just rolls her eyes, and everyone else makes sick faces as if to say "What an ugly kart."
"Oh, Swizzy, it's so...you." Creamy says as Witchy and Candella chuckle behind her. "But you have to like, back out of the race..." she licks a peanut butter-flavored lollipop and smirks. "Yeah."
"Oh, no, I don't. You see, I paid my fee, and my name's on the board, so yeah, I'm definitely racing." Swizzle says, giving Creamy a half-smile and placing his hands in his jacket pockets.
"Yeah, well, President Vanellope says glitches can't race." Creamy says, flicking away her lollipop into the cinnamon dirt.
"I'm not a glitch, Creamy, I just have pixlexia, okay?" Swizzle says, his image flickering briefly.
"Oh, Swizzle...the rules are there, to protect us. Let's just say that I'm you, all right?" she says, jumping into the pedal kart. "I'm in my weird little kart, and I'm driving, and I feel kind of cool for once, until, oh no, g-g-g-GLITCHING!" she says, pulling the burnt cookie steering wheel out of the kart.
"Hey!" Swizzle shouts at her.
"See? You're a mistake AND an accident just waiting to happen." Creamy says as she throws the wheel at him.
"Oh, no, I g-g-glitch, too!" Taffyta says, coming over, and swings her arm into the hood of the kart, breaking it.
"Now, break the glitch's kart!" Candella tells the other racers. "He CANNOT ever race! EVER!"
The racers get to work on breaking the kart, tearing it apart and imitating Swizzle's glitching. "Hey! Stop, you're breaking it!" Swizzle pleads, as he grabs Creamy away from the group of racers breaking the kart. "I just wanna race like you guys!" "Oh, Swizzle, you simply don't get it. You will never ever be a racer. You're just a glitchy mass of failed code, and that's all YOU'LL EVER BE!" Creamy shouts, pushing Swizzle into the mud.
"Hey! Leave him alone!" Lord Candycane says, running down the hill from behind the jawbreakers.
The racers scream upon seeing him. "Let's get out of here!" Creamy shouts, jumping into her Kit Kart. The other racers follow suit, driving away quickly.
"Scram, you rotten pieces of taffy, before I throw YOU in the mud!" Lord Candycane shouts after them. He walks over to a crying Swizzle.
"Hey, are you...all right?" Lord Candycane says as he shows sympathy by putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Y-Yeah, I'm okay...what's it to you?" Swizzle says as he tries to salvage parts from the now broken pedal kart.
"Do they do that to you a lot?" Lord Candycane says, kneeling down to the glitching boy's level.
Swizzle nods. "Every single day. I go to the track to get registered for the race. I build karts and they get destroyed by the other racers as they call me a mistake and a mass of failed codes. When I get a kart, I'll show those Dum-Dums who's the better racer!" Swizzle says, his code glitching with every angry statement he makes.
"Well, what if I was to help you get a kart? A real kart. Then you could win the race and be a real racer again." Lord Candycane says as he helps the boy to his feet.
"Okay. Sounds good. But what if the other racers get suspicious of you? They'd get angry if they knew you were helping me." Swizzle tells the candycane boy.
"Oh, they're not gonna know. Because I won't tell them." Lord Candycane says, smiling.
Meanwhile, at the Fluggerbutter mansion, all the racers were gathered in the living room, sipping Cokes and eating cookies as Creamy paces back and forth.
"All right, Creamy, what are we going to do?" Rancis asks her, chewing a peanut butter cup.
"Shut up, Rancy, and let me think." Creamy says, flashing Rancis a look that says "Don't cross me."
"Sorry, sis." Rancis says, eating the candy and shutting up.
"Oh, what about making sure the glitch doesn't ever see the light of day again?" Sorbet suggests, cuddling Popsicella.
"Good, but how do we do that?" Creamy asks.
"What about pushing him off of Mt. Sundae?" Adorabeezle suggests as Barry strokes her hand.
"Good, good. Then he will die a slow, painful death." Creamy says, giggling evilly. "Now, raise your glasses, racers!" The racers raise their glasses of Coke with smiles on their faces.
"To the Glitch Project!" Creamy says, raising her glass.
"Hear, hear!" the other racers say, gulping down their sodas and laughing heartily.
