A/N: Of course, I don't own Wreck-It Ralph. I own only the parents of the kids (except for good ol' King Candy). This is the other half of the story. Ooh, this is gonna be fun! Summary: Now that Vanellope met Taffyta's parents, the pink brat has to meet our favorite spunk's parents!

It wasn't long after that, though, that Vanellope asked her always-commanding girlfriend to meet her parents. It was a relatively cool summer day in June, so there was no school or the like to interrupt them.

"It's like ya said, Taffy: they'll love ya!" Vanellope comforted her, smiling. "Besides, I think your parents absolutely loved me as their dinner guest! Although I'm not sure about that golf thing, though. They seemed to be alright with that after I told them about my sports."

"I just had to make one tiny change so they'll like you more, Vannie," Taffyta explained, smiling awkwardly. "But anyways, I have to meet your parents now? Oh, how wonderful."

The energetic raven-haired teen girl gave her dear a bucktooth smile and hung upside down from a low-hanging branch. "Would you do it for one kiss on the cheek? How about two kisses on the cheek?" She teased before being gifted with a kiss on the lips.

"Okay, okay," the pink girl smiled, breaking the kiss. "But only for you."

"God, Taffy, you're pretty stubborn!"

"Well, at least I wasn't freaking out like a nerd."

Vanellope brought herself up. "Hey, why are you so freakishly pink?"

"I dunno. Why are you so freakishly athletic?"

The couple laughed a bit, but then Vanellope fell. "Gah! I think the branch couldn't handle the awesome!"

Taffyta pulled her up and brushed her off a bit, laughing even more. "So dinner with your parents later tonight?"

"Yep! Knowing Mom, she'll probably get some Chinese takeout. She ain't the best cook, but she can bake a pretty mean cake!"

The two went their ways, Vanellope telling her parents about it.

"Oh, boy. We should probably make the house sparkling clean if Taffyta's anything like her parents," Pizzella sighed. "I would quit being Eclaire's baker, but I don't do so hot in the kitchen. Carmella's restaurant will cook my ass before I even set foot with a job application in hand!"

Vanellope and K.C. laughed a bit at that. "Don't worry, darling! I'm sure you can handle Eclaire's crazy expectations. After all, it wasn't named one of the best bakeries in San Francisco for nothing!" K.C. smiled goofily.

"Heh. True," the witty baker smirked.

"Besides, Taffyta's nowhere near as demanding as either of her parents, Mom. Compared to them, she's pretty chill!" Vanellope nodded.

"Alright. Okay, lemme just fire up the oven. We're gonna be having pizza for dinner!" Pizzella announced, using her best stereotypical Italian accent.

"I can smell the slim chance of success on that," K.C. teased, stifling a chuckle. "I'll just go now and protect myself from possible explosions."

"Alrighty, kid, if you could grab the ingredients, that'd be awesome."

"Yes ma'am!"

A few hours and about three fails later, the mother-daughter duo finally made a good pizza.

"Finally! At least this one didn't fall apart in the oven!" Vanellope exclaimed as she pulled the pizza out of the oven.

"Note to self: ask a contractor to renovate this kitchen so we can get a brick-oven," Pizzella noted. "Well, that's pretty great considering that was your first try helping! I think you're a natural at this, Nellie."

"What? Pfft, ya know that ain't me, Mom! This is me!" Vanellope countered, showing a picture of a racecar driver to her. "Or maybe this is me!" She pulled up a picture of the U.S. President. She smiled goofily, making the older woman laugh.

"Alright, alright, Miss President. Ya think ya can page that girly girlfriend of yours?" giggled Pizzella.

"I dunno. She might be here already. What time is it?"

"Looks like about 7:30, Nellie. Sounds about the time, eh?"

The teen girl sprinted over to the door, whipping off the apron and trying to dust off any remaining flour on her clothes. Being a tad nervous, it took about a minute or two fumbling around at the door before she finally got it. At the door was Taffyta, dressed in what she considered "casual": a knee-length strapless light-pink dress, brown sandals, and some exotic European handbag. The dress had some nice floral designs at the bottom edges and just the sight of her made Van's heart skip a beat. Also noted was the lack of her cap.

"Whoa… I mean, uh… Hope ya didn't wait too long," Vanellope stuttered.

"Wait long? I just got here!" laughed the other girl.

"That's a pretty dress ya got there, Taffy. Come on in!" the tomboy offered, leading the pink one in.

"Hold on! Lemme just put the finishing touches on the pizza! Can't be a pizza if it doesn't have oregano on it!" Pizzella called out, making the two giggle.

"Mom's a bit silly sometimes. They'll love ya!" she reassured Taffyta, smiling brightly.

"Alright. Got the pizza onto the table, K.C. came out of the room and saw that we survived, and the guest is here," the baker smiled. "You're Eclaire's kid, right? Name's Taffyta?"

"Yes, ma'am. And you're Vanellope's mom?"

"The one and only. Who else would be the mom to the greatest kid ever?"

"Oh, I can say a lot about Vanellope…"

"Haha! I've heard a lot myself from Nellie here. Says that you're a bit snobbish and too stuck-up and stuffy sometimes, but you're a good gal."

"Mom!"

"Just pulling your leg there, Van," Pizzella laughed. "Anyways, we got pizza fresh from the oven. Pretty dress, though… If you were going to a fancy summer party. Ya gotta learn not to be so… I dunno. But don't be so fancy, okay? Anyways… Van, be nice to Taffyta and don't break her heart. If Eclaire finds her girl crying and downing sodas, she might fire me on grounds of you doing that."

The three of them laughed a bit on that half-joke as they went in.

"The pizza's gonna be good, right, Vannie?" Taffyta whispered, remembering what Van said about Pizzella's cooking skills.

"Yeah. Don't worry," Vanellope replied. patting her on the shoulder.

"So this is your girlfriend, Vanellope?" K.C. asked, looking at Taffyta. Looking closer at her, he yelped, "Milk my duds, it's Cadbury's girl!"

"Yeah! She's totally nice! She won't complain," the girl smiled.

No sooner than the couple sat down to eat that Pizzella started asking questions. "So… Taffyta, tell us about yourself. Yeah, I've heard about you from your mom, but I wanna hear from you yourself."

"Well, I'm what you would call the richest of the rich. If you were a student at Galileo Academy, you'd see how all the girls wanna be me."

"That's what Van told me. You're the 'richest and most popular' girl there, apparently."

"It's true," she boasted.

Pizzella leaned back and relaxed a bit, taking a bite of her pizza. "Hobbies? Sports? Music? Any goals? And don't speak fancy like your dad."

"Well, I don't do a lot. Shopping, mostly. Some say that I don't need a workout session at all because of that! Anyways, I ice skate and I do horseback riding sometimes. Once in a while, I go out to the links and play against Dad in golf. I know, a surprising shocker, right? As for music, I listen to classical and J-pop mostly, but I listen to country sometimes. I hate Justin Bieber and One Direction and Big Time Rush," Taffyta said, scoffing a bit at the last part.

"Good. We don't need any junk blasting in the house. I personally fancy myself some Italian folk or maybe some good hard rock," Pizzella replied. On the inside, though, she was a little disappointed at what she's hearing so far. She's just too…girly, she thought. "Ya know, you can relax a bit. The way you talk, you pretty much go by order or something. But we won't judge. Well, not harshly."

The younger girl laughed, relaxing a bit as the acting-younger-than-she-actually-is baker advised. "Anyways… My goals aren't that major. I mean, I'm thinking of going into fashion, since Mom says I have a good eye for what's trendy and new."

"That's great... Really," commented raven-haired woman, not being much into fashion. "Any other bits about yourself?"

"Recently went the route of the veggies," Taffyta stated, finishing up the pizza. "Oh, and I can speak French real well. I'm going into Advanced French this upcoming school year, actually."

"So you're with a bunch of fancy-speaking Asian students?" Pizzella laughed, knowing that most of the student population is made up of various Asian ethnicities.

Taffyta cracked a smile and nodded. "I guess. It feels weird, though, to be considered a 'minority' in the school, what with most of our twelve-strong group of friends, Vannie, and I being white Americans."

"Hey, don't worry. I went to Galileo Academy myself and it felt weird at first, yeah, but I felt pretty comfortable after about two months," Pizzella recounted, pointing at herself.

Vanellope went to the fridge and grabbed a soda, downing it quickly. "Mmm… That's some good stuff. Been a while since I had a soda!" she defended when she got a bit of a scowl from her mom, due to the restriction to just water so her zits won't break out badly.

"K.C., you really should stop buying soda. That's just a really big temptation for her," she told her husband, who only smiled sheepishly.

"Anyways, shouldn't you be getting home, Taffy?" Vanellope asked, a hiccup session starting. "Oh, God… Not again!"

"Right, right," she smirked, holding in giggles as her poor girlfriend couldn't control the frequency and intensity of the hiccups. "Well, it was nice to meet you two, Mr. and Mrs. Von Schweetz."

"Quick little note, but I'm sure you know that you won't sleep around with my daughter, right?" Pizzella called out.

"Yeah, I know. I don't sleep around with her, she doesn't sleep around with me," Taffyta clarified, walking out the door. She was suddenly hugged by Vanellope, who was just radiating happiness.

"I knew they'd like ya, Taffy," the energetic gal smiled, believing herself to be right.

"Oi vey… Whipping Taffyta into shape's gonna be sorta hard…" Pizzella sighed. "She implied that she's unsure on a life goal, and that grinds my gears! Yeah, she's rich, but if there's another depression, bam. Whatever bank that family uses is gonna fail and their money is gonna go down the drain. That and she's a little girlish for my taste."

"Oh, come on, darling. She wasn't that bad," K.C. admitted.

"True, but we just need to tweak up some things… That girl needs to be exposed to some good stuff like exciting sports. Maybe a little bit of Star Wars won't hurt, either. Anyways, I'll personally let her date the rich gal, so long as they don't do anything crazy."

"Well, I guess it won't hurt. Taffyta seems to be nice enough," the man conceded. "I mean, the worst that can happen is if our sweet Vanellope became an elegant girly girl!"

This might be a little harder than it sounds to let her date a Muttonfudge gal, the woman thought, paling a bit.

A/N: Alright, I think this will mark a bit of a slowdown of stories I thought up of myself. I still have a fair bit to write, though! Been sitting in my Google Drive for ages now, some of them, including one I originally planned to publish in place of one of the chapters. Besides, a few good readers of mine have suggested ideas of their own and I believe it's fair to write stories based on their input! :-)