"Vanellope von Schweetz?!" Rachel practically screamed. "She's real?!"
"I don't know anyone else who drives around in a car made of candy!" Ralph said.
"First Ralph and now Vanellope?!" Sasha said. "How is this happening?!"
Way Big rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps..."
"Perhaps what?" asked Rook.
"That the thunderstorm from earlier combined with my cosmic storm must have affected Earth's atmosphere somehow..."
Sasha gasped. "That must have been what made Ralph leave his game!"
Frankenstrike hummed in thought. "If that's the case, I may need to make a few modifications to the virtual return ray."
"You do that." Ralph said. "As for us, we need to find Vanellope! I don't want her to start trouble in this town!"
"But it won't be easy." Rachel said. "Being a racer, she'll be hard to catch."
"Then let me try to catch her." Whampire said. "I'll fly around town to get a bird's eye view."
"Then Rachel and I will check the streets." Sasha said.
"No, Sasha. It's too dangerous." Whampire said.
"Oh, please, Whammy?" Sasha cooed. "I want to help." She made the sad puppy dog eyes.
"Oh, not the look." Whampire said, half smiling.
"Pwease let me help you, Whammy-kins? Pwetty pwease?" Sasha said.
Whampire covered his ears. "No! Not the baby talk! You know I can't resist it!"
Sasha put her arms around him. "Pweeeease, Whammy." She kissed his cheek.
"Okay! Okay!" Whampire said, laughing. "You can help."
"Wow." was all Ralph could say.
"Yeah," Rachel smiled. "They're definitely made for each other."
"Alright, let's buckle up!" Sasha said.
In Undertown, aliens were jumping aside as Vanellope drove the Candy Kart all through the town.
"HEY, LADY!" Vanellope screeched in front of a Kineceleran mother and her daughter. "I'm looking for a big guy dressed like a hobo, his name is Ralph! He's got hands the size of two Christmas hams! Have you seem him.
The mother pulled her child closer to her. "No, haven't seen him. She was going to leave until the child came out of her mom's grip. "WOW! Is this car made of real candy?!" She reached out to touch it.
Vanellope sharply backed her kart up. "That's right and no touchy!" she said. "Well, if any of you seen a big guy named Ralph, let me know!" And the tiny tot raced off.
"Geez, where is Ralph?" Vanellope asked herself. "And what's with all these oddballs around here?"
Suddenly, a bunch of sharp looking jacks were tossed onto the road. Vanellope's tires hit them right on the mark and the Candy Kart started spinning out of control.
"AAAAAAAAH!" Vanellope screamed. She was tossed out of her kart and fell hardly on the road. She looked up and saw what looked like a clown laughing at her.
"Like taking candy from a baby." the clown taunted.
"Who are you?!" Vanellope said. She saw that his skin was molting and he had a few ribs sticking out!
"The name's Zombozo, my dear." He mused as he ran his decaying gloved hand over Vanellope's kart. "And I'll be taking this sweet ride."
"What?! That's my kart!" snapped Vanellope.
"Well..." Zombozo reached into his jacket. "You have no choice!" He pulled out a balloon and popped it. He disappeared in a cloud of confetti.
"NO! MY CART!" Vanellope screeched. She growled and clenched her teeth. "That clown is a dead man!"
Vanellope then spotted a teenage boy in a green and black shirt walk into Undertown.
"Hey, mister!" Vanellope ran up to him.
The boy looked down at this little girl with confused eyes. "Uh, hey there."
"Some clown took my car and I need help!" Vanellope snapped.
"Whoa! Did you say some clown?" asked the teenager.
"Uh, yeah! You gotta help me, bub!"
"Alright, but my name's not bub. It's Ben." the boy said. "And I have a pretty good idea where to find your clown."
