A/N: Happy Memorial day.
That's all I've got to say. Oh and also that if you're reading this on Memorial Day, like me, you probably need to get out more.
"So what's this I hear about a class election?" Ralph asked Vanellope, throwing some cans of alphabet soup in.
"Oh yeah." Vanellope said walking along side him. "Every grade is having an election to vote for a president of the grade, and I entered!" She smiled proudly.
"Who's your competition?" Ralph asked, pushing the shopping cart along.
Vanellope rolled her eyes. "Taffyta."
"That little sea monkey?" Ralph protested, looking mad. The morning after the party, Vanellope had sat down with Ralph and told him everything that had happened. Ralph was shocked. "Let's call the school!" He had exclaimed. "Get her expelled or something!"
"No!" Vanellope had said. "I can't! I don't want to be a tattletail!"
"Vanellope," He said, looking at her seriously. "There's a difference between being a tattletail and standing up for yourself."
"Please Ralph!" Vanellope had begged. "Just let me take care of this myself!"
Ralph had very reluctantly agreed, but he still hated Taffyta with a passion.
"Yes." Vanellope said, giggling at his comment.
Ralph pushed the cart ahead forward. "You better win." He muttered. "You better kick that little gutter snipe right in her-"
He was quickly interrupted though when they turned the next aisle and came upon two men in the middle of a screaming match. Vanellope couldn't understand much of what they were saying, but she got the gist that it was about what all grown-ups were fighting about: the election.
"Aye, aye, aye." Ralph said, rubbing his temples as security was called over to break it up. "This has to be the worst time of year." He said, pushing past that aisle. "Everyone fighting all the time, you can't even go anywhere without making someone mad for one reason or another. Gotta love America, right?"
Vanellope shook her head. "Why does everyone have to get so mad about it anyways? Why can't they just have their opinion and keep it to themselves?"
"I don't know kid." Ralph sighed. "I don't know." He turned to her. "So, how 'bout it? Are you running as a Democrat or a Republican?"
Vanellope tapped her chin and thought. "Neither." She finally said.
"Neither?" Ralph said, raising and eyebrow.
"If-when-I'm elected, I'll make a new party-one that's so awesome nobody would fight about it because everyone would think it's so awesome!"
"Oh really?" Ralph smiled, picking out a can of Nesquik.
"Yes!" Vanellope said, nodding. "It'd be a party party. A party that was awesome, like a party. And it'd all be based on one principal-sugar!"
"Wow." Ralph said. "Is that so?"
She grinned as she continued. "I'd call it-Sugarcrats! Or Sugaricans! Or, oh, oh! Sugarcraticans!" She beamed, spreading her arms out as she said it. "Yeah! I'm a Sugarcratican!"
Ralph laughed. "Well, President, I hope that you will fair well in the election." He said, giving her a mock bow.
"Thank you Jeeves." Vanellope said back, bowing to him also. "And I plan to."