Al Drin Hoshizora: You may want to explain WHO exactly is guilty before requesting a lawyer.
A-Plus Cassiopeia: Face it, who'd admit to something like that?
Jubileena: Who knows?
I am a burglar: Well, you'll have to read on to find out.
Candella kept her finger on Candlehead, who stared at her, misled.
"Um, Candella, you said there was a problem," Candlehead pointed out. "Why are you pointing at me?"
"You are the problem, you little wench!" Candella sneered scornfully. "If it wasn't for you, Witchy would be relocating us right now!"
Licorice gasped, and forgot about Candace, who took the opportunity to leave. Licorice dove in front of Candella, blocking Candlehead.
"What do you mean, relocate?" She asked, shivering as she feared the worst. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
Candella sighed. "Licky, we're facing some issues with the Sugar Rush Racers," She explained, lowering her arm. "After that incident with Vanellope getting "assaulted" in her bedroom, those guys don't trust us. So, I offered to Witchy that we relocate to a different part of the game."
Licorice and Candlehead gasped. "But, you can't!" Licorice said, wrapping her arms around Candlehead. "Me and Cake-head are buddies!"
"That's the problem," Candella snapped. "Because you're friends with her, Witchy doesn't want to leave. So, un-friend her, right now!"
"...No," Licorice said firmly. "She's my friend, and you can't make me un-friend her."
Candella glared at Licorice, her stare boring into her soul. However, she relented and turned around. "That's alright," She said in a dry tone. "You can be friends with that loser. However, sooner or later, we're leaving, whether you like it or not." With that, she hopped into her kart and revved the engine.
"Hey, don't leave!" Licorice ordered, but Candella responded by releasing the exhaust fuel from her engines, coating Licorice in coal. With that, she drove off out of the forest.
Candella walked up to Licorice. "Hey, you guys really aren't leaving, right?" She asked.
Normally, Licorice would've said "Of course not." But now, even she didn't have an answer.
Vanellope lay in her bed, pondering what to do next. She could just put Witchy on trial, but she realized how bad of an idea that was. After all, she had been the only witness to her attack last night.
Suddenly, her phone rang. With a groan, Vanellope picked it up and put it to her ear.
"We need to talk," Witchy's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Come to my house, now." Before Vanellope could reply, she heard a dial tone, signaling that Witchy had hung up on her.
"Oh, crap," Vanellope said with a groan. She really didn't want to do this. But, she had no choice. And if it brought her closer to fixing this mess, she'd have to do it.
Rancis and Peterbelly were polishing the RV1 at the race track. Rancis would sneak a peek at himself in the mirror every few seconds, and check his teeth. He made a kissy face and went back to polishing.
Rancis felt a shadow block his view. "Nice kart," A snide voice said. "If you wanted to win a Razzie award."
Rancis groaned, recognizing the voice. It was Popsy Pick.
'What do you want, Popsy?" Peterbelly asked, getting up off his knees.
Popsy Pick brushed her pink hair to the side. "Well, I heard that you racers have been picking on my subjects," She said, folding her arms. "How rude."
"Hey, if this is about that gossip from Taffyta, don't even bother," Rancis snapped, turning to face her. "We had nothing to do with that."
"It doesn't matter," Popsy said, rolling her eyes. "But, I have a solution to all of this."
By now, the other Sugar Rush Racers had arrived. "What is this about?" Taffyta asked, sucking a lollipop.
"I have a solution that will solve your problems," Popsy Pick declared. "Race me."
"...What?" Rancis asked.
"I challenge you to a race," Popsy repeated. "If us scrappies win, you quit talking about all of this mumbo jumbo of your precious president getting a night terror. Understood."
Taffyta eyed Popsy suspiciously. "I don't know, it seems suspicious," Taffyta replied, flicking away the lollipop.
"Well, if you're a chicken, I guess I can't blame you," Popsy mocked, and turned to leave.
Taffyta glared. She couldn't stand being insulted like that. "Wait a second," She said, raising her arm. Popsy stopped, and turned around.
"Yes?" She asked with a sly grin.
"You win," Taffyta growled. "Let's do this thing."
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