Bad date (part 1)

I'm sorry for my slowness on this one, but I've been updating Sugar Rush Circus (please go and read it if you hven't yet!) and I'd just forgotten about this! Anyway, here is the next upload, with an incredibly uncreative title, based on xana's idea, as promised!

Gloyd giggled to himself as he picked the lock on the back door of the ice cream parlour. It had taken him a while, but he'd finally managed to think of another prank for the President herself. Ever since the unfortunate double stripe incident - he shuddered at the thought of it – he had lain off pranking his fellow racers, but this was a golden opportunity.

He finally got the lock to click free and snuck into the store room quietly, closing the door behind him. He looked around himself – the room was small, with one enormous freezer pushed up against the wall and a small desk on the other side. He was about to leave, when he heard footsteps.

He quickly duck behind the freezer, shivering at the contact with the cold metal, hoping and praying he wouldn't be found. Beard Papa was a lovely, cheerful man, but he didn't take kindly to intruders. As Gloyd watched, the little man entered the room and sat at his desk. He picked up the phone, and started talking to someone. He swung round on his chair, so he was facing the opposite way from Gloyd, who saw his chance.

"Yes, twenty more tubs of frozen yogurt please … Miss Wipplesnit and Miss Brumblestain are clearing us out…" He said, chuckling at his two favourite customers. He confirmed the delivery, and then-

Click!

He turned quickly, to see the door swinging on its hinges.

"Suspicious…" He said, rubbing his beard.

Meanwhile, Gloyd was making headway with his prank. He'd tiptoed down the corridor to the counter, taking a small white bottle out of his hat as he went along. He grabbed an apron off a hook, then wandered into the kitchen.

Several candy citizens were manning the till, with more making waffles and pancakes and a couple more at the drinks machine. It was loud and busy, and they paid no attention to him – perfect.

He slipped into the noisy hullabaloo of the kitchen, and began searching. He found it on a counter near the back – two bowls of ice cream with a ticket by them that said "Mr. Fluggerbutter".

Giggling, he opened the small bottle and poured some of the content into each ice cream. But then, another waiter ran forwards, grabbed the ice cream and ran back to the till – scared of being caught, Gloyd dropped the bottle, ripped off his apron, and ran to the secluded corridor.

Little did he know, that his secret bottle spilt into the ice cream machine…

On the other side of the parlour, Vanellope and Rancis were enjoying their date, as they talked about the film they'd been to see. Then the waiter came with their ice cream.

"Mmm… I love Reese's pieces." Said Rancis, taking a bite out of his ice cream.

"As much as you love me?" Teased Vanellope.

"More!" He joked, and they both laughed. But then Rancis felt something in his stomach.

"Uh oh…" He muttered under his breath. "Um … I have to go to the loo. Back in a sec." He told his date, then practically ran to the toilets whilst trying to look dignified.

Vanellope was unfazed by this, and started her own ice cream.

Suddenly, however, she too began feeling rumblings in her stomach. She knew she shouldn't leave, as someone might take their bags, or their ice cream, but she really had to. She grabbed a random candy fan walking by – one of Gloyd's fans, she thought.

"Hey there! Could you watch our stuff for me? I have to go do … my presidential duties. I'll give you a reward when we come back!"

The candy fan blushed at being spoken to by President Vanellope herself, but she nodded and sat down in Rancis's empty seat.

"Thank you!" Shouted Vanellope as she ran to the toilets, not even trying to be dignified now.

During this time, our favourite prankster had made his way into the bathrooms, luckily without being noticed. He slipped a few cherry bombs under the flushes in the men's; as soon as someone pressed on the flush, the bomb would blow and explode the toilet. Then, he spread quick-dry caramel underneath the door to the women's, and grinned as it solidified. No one was getting in that way! Finally, he shoved some candy traps under the windows, for if they got really desperate.

Rancis felt a lot better now. He washed his hands, and was ready to get back to his date, having fixed his hair, but then he realised – he nearly forgot to flush! How embarrassing!

He ran back to the toilet, and pressed down firmly on the button. He was not expecting what happened next…

I'm afraid it's cut short, because I am getting antsy, and I'm afraid I won't write well if I continue. Yep, that is actually my excuse. It's terrible. But I guess you'll all just have to wait for part 2!

This is Sticky (a.k.a Miss Wipplesnit) signing out for the night! Goodnight!