A-Plus Cassiopeia: Danet accuses Gloyd because his plan got them trapped in a cave.
Guest: Well, Gloyd also got punched in the face. Maybe that'll suffice.
I am a burglar: It's your funeral, bro.
Al Drin Hoshizora: That was more than just bad luck.
The speedster: Looks like you aren't so speedy after all.
The rivalry between the Sugar Rush Racers and the scrappies exploded like a powder keg after the incident. Everyone wanted justice and retribution against the opposing sides, with Vanellope and Witchy caught in the middle.
Gloyd was paralyzed with fear as was bedridden as a result. To avoid Gloyd getting assaulted while he was bedridden, Vanellope stationed guards at his house to ward off any scrappies who wanted revenge.
The scrappies were furious. Throughout the day, the air was filled with the sound of the two sides bickering with each other on what action should be taken to ensure that justice prevailed.
Things got so bad that Vanellope had to send out her security to quell the fighting. All the racers were herded into their respective homes, and were all put under house-arrest until they agreed to stop fighting.
Later that day, Licorice and Candlehead were typing at the computer, doing research.
"Okay, so while I was on the computer the other day, I noticed something weird, Cake-head," Licorice said as she continued typing. "It has to do with how many scrappies there are."
"What about it?" Candlehead asked, transfixed onto the screen.
"Well, there's seventeen of us, right?" Licorice said. When Candlehead nodded, Licorice then explaine3d, 'But, I was researching on the scrapped racers, and it said there were eighteen."
"Oooh," Candlehead said, mesmerized. "What does that mean?"
Licorice sighed. "It means there's another scrapped racer that we don't know about," Licorice explained. "Maybe if I research more, I can-"
The door suddenly creaked open, and Candella walked in.
"Okay, so Witchy's leaving and- What is she doing here?!" Candella shouted when she noticed Candlehead in the room.
"Well, it is her house," Candlehead pointed out, missing who Candella was referring to. Before Licorice or Candlehead could say another word, Candella stomped over, spun Candlehead around to face the window, and booted her out. Candlehead landed in the taffy swamp outside.
Candella shut the windowsill and wiped her hands.
"Applecake, what was that for?" Licorice asked, piqued.
"Well for one thing, these aren't good times for scrappies and Sugar Rush Racers to be buddes," Candella snapped. "But, as I was saying. Witchy's leaving, so I'm here to babysit you. Do you have a problem with that?"
Licorice hesitantly shook her head. Candlehead shrugged and left the room.
The moment Candella left, Licorice went back to researching on the computer. Maybe, she thought, she'd come closer to unlocking this mystery.
Vanellope was hardly surprised when Witchy showed up in her castle, with Taffata by her side.
"Let me guess, this has to do with our issues," Vanellope correctly stated. She sighed, knowing it was the correct answer.
Before Witchy could reply, Taffata interrupted, stating, "I told Witchy that we should relocate, but did she listen? No. She wants to smooth things out with you so we can avoid what is truly the most logical answer."
Vanellope rolled her eyes, then signaled for Witchy to speak.
"My plan was to hold a public meeting so we could settle our issues," Witchy proposed. 'Hopefully, whoever has been staging these assaults will quit it once they root out they're problems."
"Which won't work, mark my words," Taffata sneered, putting her hands on her hips. She received an elbow to the thigh for her remark.
Vanellope groaned. "Taffata, you should leave," She said, pointing at the door.
"I'm not going any-" Taffata started, but Witchy used her wand to toss her out the window. With the annoyance gone, the two sighed with relief.
Witchy took a deep breath, and removed her hat. "Look, President Vanellope, I have a sister who I care for," She confessed to the president. "The reason I won't relocate is because she's friends with one of your Sugar Rush Racers, and a relocation would hurt her, badly. Please don't make it come to that."
Vanellope nodded. "I hope your sister does well," She said. "I'm really sorry for you, and I hope whoever is fudging things up stops."
After a pause, Vanellope continued, "I'll get the other racers. We'll hold the meeting."
Witchy suddenly smiled brightly. "Thank you, President," She said, nodding in respect.
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