The snarling face of Security Officer Duncan greets the girls through the glass panels of the front door. Vanellope never figured the dopey doughnut could be so intimidating: with sunglasses half-broken and smeared with his own jelly filling, candy corn teeth sharpened to a point, and white fudge oozing pustules covering his delicious flaky exterior, she knew this was one cake pastry you wouldn't eat, but it just might try to eat you.

The record stops playing and the lights flicker off simultaneously.

"So much for the light and the music keeping them away." Vanellope says, watching the rotund would-be ravager struggle with the doors.

"He must have followed you here. Once one of these suckers catch a whiff of your scent they'll chase you for miles." Jubileena says nonchalantly, then reaches over the counter for something. "Would you mind dealing with this while I check the circuit breaker?"

Jubileena throws a batterball bat that had been concealed behind the counter to Vanellope, who reacts quickly enough to catch it. Painted along the business end of the bat are the words LIL' SWEETHEART, although judging by the many cracks and stains visible along its surface, the bat was being used for more than just hitting a ball of uncooked confectionery source-material across the park.

"You want me to...kill him?" Vanellope tests the weight of the SWEETHEART in her hands and swings it at the air. Somehow she could not envision herself using it to beat up a zombified cream doughnut in police officer drag.

"I'm going to undo the electronic locks on the front door so you'd better decide what you're gonna do, and be fast about it."

Before Vanellope can protest, the locks click open and The Evil Dough saunters in liked he owned the place, mashing its teeth in anticipation of a Von Schweetz snack with a side of Bing-Bing, the inconsiderate prick that he is – even in death - spraying his pulpy saliva everywhere without regard.

"Aim for the head, okay? I need to check the circuit breakers in the back."

"Are you seriously gonna leave me alone with hold the sprinkles here?" Vanellope calls out to the bossy berry, but she was gone. Great.

When batgirl whirls around to focus her attention on her artery-clogging adversary again, she receives a slash across her shoulder. Duncan's claws become stuck in her hoody as she tries to pull away from his reach, but a dead-on impact from the bat to the area between the shades of his sunglasses that is assumed to be his head provides enough leeway for her to tear it loose.

"First I nearly vomit on it, and now it gets shredded by a zombie." She inspects the ruined sweater mournfully. "Can today get any worse for my poor hoody?"

But never mind the state of our protagonist's favorite article of outerwear, because The Walking Duncan takes another lunge at her, which this time she manages to avoid completely and counter with a

swing that takes off his whole arm as easily as if it were made of sugar wafer.

"Sweet soda pop!" She shouts, swinging the bat wildly as the arm, with clawed fingers still moving, slams against the wall.

Another hit connects that takes off a chunk of Duncan's doughy goodness, but even that won't stop him. So, Vanellope rears her arms back for a more powerful attack when-

POW!

He explodes when a golf ball sized projectile plunges into him from the side, releasing a delightfully tangy slick of warm jelly and loose entrails made of funnel cake unto Vanellope's face. Jubileena is standing behind the counter, her exploding jawbreaker launcher still held at the ready pointed at the scattered remains of her target.

Vanellope licks some of the jam on her lip as she sinks to her knees, quivering out of pure shock. "Gooseberry. That's surprising."

Her crack shot savior pulls a lever on the wall and the outside is lit up like a speedway during one of the Christmas holiday patches.

After closing the door and locking it again, Jubileena goes to her shaken ally's side."Those lights will fry any more that try to come close." She sets a hand on Vanellope's shoulder. "Now, let me see that cut of yours." She assists her in taking off the destroyed hoody to examine the scratch wound.

"Ow, looks pretty deep. Hurts, doesn't it?"

"It's like someone poured a whole thing of sour spray on my arm." Vanellope says, cringing as Nurse Bing-Bing moves the tender skin around with the delicateness a bratty kid shows to a newly bought carton of Oreos.

"This will be no problem." Jubileena says, holding her ugly pendant up to the injury. "Just hold still."

The pendant glows with an unusual red light and from it, a tiny beam is produced. Holding the pendant like a pen Jubileena guides the laser along the damaged tissue, healing as it went. Watching the broken layer of foamy skin bond together again hurts Vanellope more than the actual procedure does, which is totally painless and completed within seconds.

Vanellope moves the recovered arm around. It felt good as new."Where did you get that?"

"One of the recolors gave it to me, said I should hold unto it." She returns to the counter where Vanellope first saw her and offers Vanellope a sip from the glass of chocolate milk, which she gladly accepts. Clearly the clinging odor of charred funnel cake did not bother her much. "But that was before people started turning into zombies, and all of this crazy dark chocolate started happening."

A recolor? A him? Could she have been talking about Sticky, who sounded like a guy on the phone and was so obsessed with her finding that lost pendant?

Vanellope is hoping she could finally get some answers now, so she goes on to ask her gracious gun wielding host what caused everything to go sour, but the first answer Jubileena gives only serves to throw her off even more:

"Why are you asking me? I don't remember either."