Again, thanks to all you reading this. Sorry for take so long but it's so many things to me to work.


James drove at all speed. He had to get at his hiddeout before he was caught.

But in fact he was glad by the chasing, it meant his sister and friend were safe.

He looked back to see if they were near or not, he didn't notice a chocolate rock on his patch, one of the kart's wheels hit it. James just turned his attention to the road when the kart was shaken. He tried to get control back but he couldn't.

When he noticed where the kart was heading, the Nesquick Sand pit, he got worried. Looked around in urgence and he just could think in one alternative, jumped off the kart, quick climbing a tree and keeping himself safe. But what he was going to do now? How he could race without a kart?

Ando so he had a idea. A brilliant but crazy idea. No rules said they needed to run in a kart, and he had the perfect thing to a race.

Smirking triunphantly, James quickly ran for the things he needed to put his plan on work. Nothing would stop him.


The donut police rolled the Rhonda cupcake/taffy ball into a frilly throne room. King Candy drove his kart right into the room and backs it into his throne parking spot.

"Sour Belle, de-taffify this monster so we can see what we're up against here."

"Mmmm-kay."

Sour Belle pulled off a giant glob of taffy, exposing Rhonda's head.

"Milk my duds, it's Wreck-it Rhonda?!" King Candy exclaimed in surprise.

"Yeah. Who are you, the guy that makes the donuts?"

"Please. No, I'm King Candy."

"I see you're a fan of pink." The girl teased.

"Salmon." He corrected angrily. "Salmon. That's obviously sal... What are you doing here?"

"Look, you're candiness, this is just a big misunderstanding. Just get me out of this cupcake, I'll get my medal, and I'll be outta your way."

"Your medal? Look, my girl. Bad guys don't win medals."

That last phrase sounded a little familiar to Rhonda, but she couldn't say why.

"Well, this one did. I earned it over in Hero's Duty."

"You game-jumped? Rhonda, you're not going Turbo are you?"

Why everyone had to ask her that? What happened couldn't be changed. They couldn't just forget that, principally about she doing that?

"What? No, no no." She replied, trying to calm him down.

"Because if you think you can come in here to my kingdom and take over my game, you've got another thing coming."

"Easy your puffiness." She rolled her eyes. "It's not my fault one of your children of the candy corn stole my medal!"

"Children of the candy corn? Who?" He gasped. "The glitchs! One of the coins they used to buy their way into the race, was your medal?"

"They did what...?" She asked. "I need that back!"

"Well, I'm afraid I can't help you, my girl. It's gone, it's nothing but code now. And it'll stay that way until someone wins the cup at the end of the race."

"Well, maybe I'll just have to have a little talk with the winner then." She replied. She couldn't get back home without that medal. That two little brats!

"Is that a threat I smell?

"Listen Nillie Wafer, I'm not leaving without my medal."

"Yes, you are. Girls, get her out of that cupcake and on the first train back home. And if I ever see you here again, Wreck-it Rhonda, I'll lock you in my fungeon." He thretened.

"Fungeon?"

"Fun Dungeon. It's a play on words... Nevermind. Now, I've got a glitch to deal with, thanks to you. Goodbye Wreck-it Rhonda. It hasn't been a pleasure."

For some reason she felt a fake tone behind all his words. Had something really strange happening on there. King Candy hoped back into his kart and drove out of the room.

One of the cops knocked on the cupcake.

"This thing's hard as a rock." The other said.

"I can see that. Get the tools."

"What tools?" Rhonda asked worried.

One of them hit Rhonda with the baton.

"Quiet, you." She ordered to Rhonda.

So the other got over to a chest, pulled out a chain-saw, and reved it up.

"What? No! Ah! Stay away from me!" She managed to pull herself up and tried to ran away.

"Hey, take it easy, big girl."

"She's getting away!"

She knew the door was blocked by guards, so she ran to the big windows of the room, but missed it and bursted through the wall and fell down on the ground.

The cops ran to the window and looked down to see the smashed cupcake on the ground and Rhonda running away.

"Quick, call out the devil dogs."

They just stoped by a chocolate stream. No sign of Rhonda anywhere. The dogs had lost the scent so each group, leaded by one cop, took a different direction.

A pixie stick, poking out of the stream, moved. Rhonda breaked the surface.

"Argh... I hate chocolate." She groaned, geting back to the border and walking away. "Got to get my medal back."

She heared the roar of engines. So saw a bunch of karts speed by on nearby road.

"The pot goes to the winning racer." She realized so ran after them. "Hey, kids! Can I talk to you for a second?"

But they didn't heard her and disappeared around the bend as they approached Vanillton and Clarion, who were working on their handmade karts.

The racers all sweeped in and surrounded them. They pushed away any evidence of fear and standed tall to meet the others.

"Hello, fellow racers!" Vanillton greeted them cheerfully

Rhonda peeked over the hill.

"It's that little crumbsnatchers." She noticed the two kids, surrounded by the others.

"Candlehead, Toffyt, Rancine, you're all lookin' well. Come by to check out the competition, huh? Well, here it is, the Likkity Split!" he presented the car enthusiastically, his friend remained silently, looking at the others a little nervous.

"Jeesh. Looks like he built it himself." Rhonda muttered.

"Built it myself. Fastest pedalpower west of the Whack-A-Mole. Check it out." Vanillton hoped in his kart and starts pedalling.

"Oh, Vanillton, it's so...you." Toffyt commented. "And Clar, why so silent? Didn't want to show us your kart too?" He laughed, making the girl blush and look away ashamed. "But you two and your missing friend have to back out of the race, yeah."

Vanillton got out of his kart and approaches Toffyt.

"Oh, no we don't, because we paid our fee. We're on the board. So, yeah, we're definitely racing."

"Well, King Candy says glitches can't race."

"I'm not a glitch, Toffyt." He glitched. "I've just got Pixlexia, okay?"

Ignoring him, Toffyt walked over to the karts.

"The rules are there for a reason, Vanillton. To protect us." He get in Vanillton's kart. "Say I'm you. I'm in my weird little car, and I'm driving, and I actually feel kinda cool for once. And then, all of a sudden, oh no! I'm gl-gl-gl-gl-itching!" Toffyt shudders and then rips the steering wheel right off.

"Hey!" Vanillton shouted.

"See? You're an accident just waiting to happen. You all are."

"Oh no, I glitched, too." Jubileen goes over to the kart, flails and crashes into it, ripping off the brake. Vanillton rushes over to her kart, but other racers get in his way and block him, as they began to destroy, not just Vanillton's but also Clarion's kart.

The little girl let out a painful cry and ran out.

"Uncool." Rhonda muttered, watching the scene a little disturbed.

"Stop. You're breaking it! No! Please." Vanillton began to pull the others away, he finally managed to grab Toffyt and spin him around to face him.

"I just want to race like you guys."

"You'll never be a racer, because you're a glitch...and that's all you'll ever be."

Toffyt pushed Vanillton on a chocolate-mud puddle.

To Rhonda that was the last straw; she jumps up.

"Hey! Leave her alone!"

She ran down the hill, the racers screamed in terror, hopped back in their karts and drove away.

"Scram, you rotten little cavities, before I throw YOU in the mud!" Rhonda shouted, so turned to Vanillton.

The little boy wiped away the tears, while sifting through the wreckage of his kart.

"What are YOU looking at?"

"You're welcome, you rotten little thief." It was the little he could do, but no, not even it.

"I'm not a thief. I just borrowed your stupid coin. I was gonna give it back to you as soon as I won the race."

"It's not a coin. It is a medal."

"Coin. Medal. Just go back to your own dumb game and win another one." Vanillton replied.

Why young kids had to be so stubborn?

"I can't. I didn't win it in my game. I won it in Hero's Duty."

Vanillton did the last thing she expected him to do.

"Hero's Doodie?! Ha!" He laughed.

"It's not that kind of duty."

"I bet you really gotta watch where you step in a game called Hero's Doodie. What did you win a medal for? Wiping? I hope you washed your hands after you handled that medal."

"Listen..." She began, but was cut off by Vanillton.

"Wait. One more. One more: why did the hero flush the toilet?" He looks at her. "Say why..."

Rhonda sighed.

"Why."

"Because it was his doodie."

"Ha, ha. Very hyllarious!" Rhonda said sarcasticaly. "That game isn't something to you to laugh about, believe me. And you better get it back for me, toot-sweet, 'bro!

"Well, unless you've got a go-kart hidden in the fat folds of your neck, I can't help you." Vanillton replied.

Rhonda walked away before she did something she would regret. She then punched a giant jawbreaker. It doesn't so much as crack. Seeing her anger get on top she attacked it.

"What a moron." Vanillton mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Hey genius, it's a jawbreaker! You're never gonna break..."

Rhonda finally broke the jawbreak, she let out a deep sigh and sat down on another one. That was being the worst day to her.

Vanillton approached.

"Enjoy your little tantrum, diaper baby?"

Rhonda wasn't in the mood to talk with him right now.

"Leave me alone."

"Look, you want that medal, right? And my friends and I want to race. So, here's what I'm thinking; you help me get a new kart, a real kart, and I'll win the race and get you back your medal, so I will be a true racer and can help my friends."

"You want me to help you?" Rhonda asked in surprise. The only person who already asked for her help... no, she couldn't think on it right now.

"All you got to do is break something for me. Come on, what do you say, friend?"

He held out a hand. She doesn't take it right away, still lost on old memories.

"We are not friends." She finally said. He just was being nice because he wanted her to do something.

"Aw, c'mon Rhonda! Buddy! C'mon chumbo, let's shake on it! Rhonda my girl, my main girl?" Rhonda did not move, and he started to get impatient. "Hey." She looked at him, and he held up his outstretched arm. "My arm's gettin' tired, do we have a deal or not?"

Rhonda stared at him, looked away, then sighed as she turned back to face him.

"Fine! But you better win!" She said, shaking him hand with two huge fingers.

Vanillton grinned. Of course he would win. What could possibly go wrong?