That Guest Person: I read in an interview with Tudyk where he said he was not going to be able to be in the sequel since Turbo's dead for real...which honestly is fine with me because I don't really want Turbo to come back out of fear that they'd just ruin him and make no sense with him and turn him into "generic bad guy that is evil for the lolz". No thank you lol. Sometimes the fans understand a character more than its creators.

Apple: Ahh, no Mal, give him back! D:

One Turbo-Tastic Day at a Time

Saturday in Texas

Breakfast in the hotel was the norm: your choice of scrambled eggs, toast, bagels, fruits, sausage, bacon, etc. I only went down there because it was free and I admittedly just poked around at it. It's not that good. Sigh. I started wishing I was at home to cook mine and Turbs' breakfast. It was slightly depressing to wake up without having him around to bother me, even though he's been pretty agreeable lately. It reminded me of those days when Mickey took him away from me and I had to deal with not having him around. This wasn't a good feeling to revisit.

I tried to shake it off, thinking I'd get over it the longer I was awake and kept myself busy. I hate going shopping by myself, I don't even like going in Wal-Mart, but dang it I was going to enjoy my day here. I love antique stores and this place has a lot of them. I like looking at vintage Disney memorabilia, out-of-print books and first editions, antique kitchen appliances, and various knick knacks. My favorite thing in the world that I have at home is a white ceramic rabbit figure that is sitting on its haunches with super long ears and there's a flower bouquet painted inside one of the ears. I've had it since I was five years old and Mom bought if for me at one of these places. If something were to ever happen to that thing, I'd die.

It took me a while to get used to going inside the stores by myself but I managed not to have a big panic attack. I scored the rare out-of-print novel versions for The Fox and the Hound by Daniel P. Mannix and Bambi, A Life in the Woods by Felix Salten. The books are very different from the movies by the way, I've read them before at the library but always wanted my own copies. They don't sell them anymore thanks to Disney's adaptations being popular I guess.

I kind of wish someone was around for me to brag to when I find cool stuff like this but no one I know seems to really give rat's molasses. I could purchase the original Mona Lisa and no one would care. Turbs might would appreciate it if he even knew what the movies were that were adapted from these books.

I decided to walk around for a while in my favorite store, the Jefferson General Store, that has all kinds of various vacation-type souvenirs. I usually get a t-shirt when I go in there but I couldn't find a color I liked that I didn't already have. I grabbed a glass soda bottle from the ice container they had at the register (the best kind) and decided to chill in front of this shiny black water fountain that they have outside.

Sigh.

This would be more fun if someone was here with me.

Later on that evening...

Well, I'm ready to go to the reunion! I feel like throwing up on myself. That would be a shame if I did because I like this dress I have on. It's a sleeveless sundress that comes down to my knees; the background is white but it has this red paisley pattern all over it with pastel green, pastel yellow and olive green mixed into the pattern. Ugh, I've got the chills! I wonder how everyone looks? I mean, I've seen pictures on Facebook but I haven't seen anyone in person in forever. I hope I don't make an idiot of myself.

Okay, calm down. Just do like what Turbs said to do and tell yourself that you're turbo-tastic. Only I use my name instead. He's so silly but that was pretty sweet of him to try and help.

Ahhh, quit that! I'm gonna wind up falling for the guy if I keep thinking stuff like that in my head.

Meanwhile...

Turbo's POV

All right, since Blondie STILL hasn't bothered to talk to me and I've already wasted the rest of my day driving around and playing video games, guess I'll watch another movie. Not a princess movie, I can't handle anymore of that mushy stuff right now. Now let's see here, what could I watch?

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

What the...who could THAT be? Blondie wouldn't have left if she was expecting visitors and she didn't say anything about packages being delivered.

Growling at having been interrupted, I plucked myself off the floor and went around the couch so I could get to the front door. I swung it open and looked up at this guy around six-feet-tall and appeared to be in his early fifties. He normally would have had red hair but it was graying considerably so it looked like an ashy strawberry color. He had these squinty dark blue eyes that I didn't trust and a slack jaw that hung stupidly from his face. He was wearing a light blue polo shirt that was tucked into a pair of khaki pants that he had a belt looped around. He looked like an idiot and I don't like idiots.

Ugly looked at me and blinked a few times, taking a couple of steps back and nervously wiping at his mouth. He asked if Blondie was here, only he used her first and last name, and I tilted my head curiously at him. He appeared nervous and twitchy, constantly darting his eyes to the side like he was worried about being caught here or perhaps he was acting like this because he hadn't expected ME to be the one to answer the door.

I lowered my eyes at him. "Don't know who that is."

Ugly raised his brows and rocked back and forth a little bit before wiping at his nose and then shoving his hands in his pockets. "Oh! That's strange, the phone book said she lived here."

This dude is making ME nervous what with all his twitchy movements and stupid fake smile. I don't trust him and I'm not about to let him know Blondie lives here.

"Guess you looked at an outdated book then," I replied shortly. "Chick doesn't live here."

He rocked back and forth once and stared at the ground before licking his lips (WILL HE STOP ACTING LIKE THIS?) and then smiled at me. "Thanks anyway!" Ugly told me before giving me a little salute and walking off, staring at the dirt as he did so. I watched him leave in a ratty blue Oldsmobile that looked like it was from two decades ago.

Weirdo. He better not show back up and cause trouble.

Anyway, what was I doing? Oh yeah, finding a movie. Let's see here...Up? Wow, what an imaginative title. It's got an old guy, a kid, a dog, a giant bird thing, and a house that is attached to a kazillion balloons and flying through the air on the cover. Well that sounds like a fun random romp. Certainly doesn't look like it would have anything mushy in it.

Approximately Ten Minutes Later...

THIS MOVIE IS EVIL. How dare they...how DARE they take that guy's wife away from him! They were together since they were little brats and then they stayed together for years and years and she never got to go to South America like they always wanted because she got sick and died and now he's all depressed and jerks wanna take his house away and bother him and...LEAVE THE MAN ALONE.

I THOUGHT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT A FLYING HOUSE AND A DOG AND A GIANT BIRD? Dang it, another movie lying to me! This wasn't supposed to have mushy stuff in it!

After The Movie Is Over...

This...movie...is...EVIL. EVIL. With a capital E-V-I-L.

Everyone just needs to leave this old man alone. The stupid kid, the stupid talking dog, the stupid squawking bird, the other talking dogs, the crazy old man trying to kill everyone else...EVERYONE just needs to leave this guy ALONE. He is depressed about his dearly departed wife and no one will just give him space and stop bothering him! Are they all trying to kill him?! I think they are. I would go psychotic if this stuff happened to me after suffering through such an emotional time like this dude did!

I might would have thought it was a fun movie if they hadn't already depressed me with that nice little DEATH SCENE at the beginning. That's all I can think about now! That poor sap spent his ENTIRE life with his best friend and Life pulled the rug out from under him!

What if that happens to ME?! I've already been dealt bad cards from Life, I don't need any more!

I ripped the dvd out of the player and slammed it back into its case before throwing it back into the drawer. Then I thought twice about it and put it back in its original position like Blondie had it so she wouldn't get mad.

How dare she leave me here alone without warning me of this evil movie! I never would have watched it if she hadn't left! And how dare she not call me yet, who does she think she is?!

That does it, I'm going out there. Lucky for me, she left her scribbled scratch paper out with the info on where she was going and what-have-you so I can use my car's GPS system to track her down.

"Meow!"

But first I better feed the cat.

Blondie's POV

After the Reunion...

As I had expected myself to do (and as I had planned anyway), I left early. I stayed almost two hours anyway! That's longer than I thought I'd go. But geez, everyone there had a...date. I didn't know spouses and stuff were allowed to these things. I guess it's a "do whatever you want" type social occasion. And they didn't even have soda! They had that nasty red fruit punch stuff in a bowl and little finger food things. Yuck.

I threw my purse on the bed after I entered the room and kicked off my white sandals I had on for the dress. It's still an early in the afternoon, not even five-thirty yet. Good grief. Maybe I should just order some pay-per-view and go to bed early so I can wake up early tomorrow and just go home.

I took my phone out of my purse and saw that there wasn't any new messages or missed calls. Sigh. I guess Turbs doesn't need me as much as I like to imagine. That's depressing. I mean, not that I like getting bothered every five minutes but-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I jumped at the unexpected knocking. Who on earth could that be? I'm really sick of random visitors showing up on my doorstep, even though this is a hotel room and not my apartment. I swung the door open and-

"Wow, got all dressed up for me?" Turbs smiled appreciatively after he saw what I was wearing. "You shouldn't have!"

He lightly pushed against my shoulder to move my stunned body over to the side so he could enter. I thought I was hallucinating at first but I quickly got over it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him dumbfoundedly as he threw his own duffel bag on the floor and collapsed on the bed, throwing his arms behind his head.

"I didn't have anything better to do," was the sarcastic reply I got. "Oh, look in my bag and you'll find my homework."

I startled back when he said that. "You...you actually did it?"

He looked rather proud of himself as he held up two fingers. Well knock me down and call me Jane Brown.

"You did two of them?" I wanted to clarify. "Wow. I'm proud of ya."

Turbs gave me a pleased grin before bouncing up to a sitting position, the bed squeaking a bit as a did so. "I think the same people that designed your apartment made this place," he commented, turning his head around to look at the room.

I took offense at that. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"For one, it's almost the same size as the entire apartment," he noted, getting up to spy out the windows. "Two, it's about as outdated as your place." He turned to look at me when he said that last one. "And don't pretend that we live in the Ritz, you know that place isn't worth the rent."

I crossed my arms and glared at him. "It's not a dump. And if you don't like it, go find a better place. You have money."

He shot a grin at me. "Fine, maybe I will. And it'll have another bedroom in it so I can have my own private space."

"I give you plenty of privacy."

"I have to go through your room to take a leak and get dressed, unless you're not awake yet and I'm able to dress by the couch. Not to mention I have no drawers or closet space."

I can't believe I ever missed this guy. I knew I'd eventually get a headache from the banter we were engaged in so I shook my head and said, "Whatever, and you never told me why exactly you came over here. You at least could have warned me in advance."

He started examining everything in the room from the table lamps to the fake potted tree in the corner to the ancient paintings that looked like they were bought at an '80s garage sale.

"I already said I had nothing better to do," he responded, wiping some dust off the top of one of the picture frames and then thumbing if off his fingers to let it drift to the floor. "Oh, and you had a creepy visitor. Some old guy was looking for you."

Turbo wasn't paying attention to me so he didn't witness the color drain from my face. "Old guy?"

"Well, not old but he looked about your dad's age," he explained as he experimented with the touch lamp on the breakfast table. "I told him you didn't live there since he looked like a creeper."

I sat on the end of the bed feeling sick to my stomach. Could that have been...but he shouldn't know what city I live in! And why would he be there? Oh God, I hope he didn't move over there!

"Hey, since I'm here and all," Turbs began, bouncing on the bed beside me and not noticing that I was uneasy about what he just said. "Can we go see the movie now?"

I turned my head towards him. "Huh? Oh! That. Uh, yeah I guess so," I shrugged, still mentally distracted. At least he told him that I don't live there, I thought to myself as Turbs grabbed his bag to throw in the little bathroom area, I guess to change clothes. He was currently dressed down in a regular white tee and some long red shorts. If it WAS Guy, maybe he won't come back since he told him that.

I felt a little more relieved as I tried to tell myself that Guy wouldn't show back up again. After a few moments, Turbo came out of the bathroom dressed in...

"You're getting dressed up for the movies?" I pondered out loud as I took in the nice dark-wash jeans, black shoes, and black button up shirt.

"Well, you're in a dress."

"You didn't know I was going to be in one though," I argued, even though at the same time I had to admit he looked rather nice in that. Ahhh, stop that! I turned my head away. Hmph.

"Big deal," he dismissed casually. "Hurry up, it starts around six-thirty."

I jerked my head back towards him. "You already looked up the times?" I raised a brow at him. "So that's why you drove up here. You couldn't be patient and wait until tomorrow, could you?

"I don't see the problem."

I sighed deeply and put my sandals back on. Might as well stay in the dress. Dang it. He cocked me a grin as he held the door open for me and I shot him a glare.

"All right, but since you're so gung-ho about it, you can pay for everything."

Thanks to everyone that voted on my poll, "Who is your fave Sugar Rush racer besides Vanellope?"! Everyone was able to pick two. Out of 28 votes, Candlehead won with 13 votes. Gloyd had 9, Rancis had 6, Taffyta and Crumbelina had 5, Jubileena and Minty and Snowanna had 3, Swizzle and Adorabeezle and Sticky (teal Minty recolor) had 2, Nougetsia (Adorabeezle recolor) had 1, and no votes at all for Citrusella (Jubileena recolor) or Torvald (yellow Minty recolor).

There is now a new poll to vote on, about which secondary WiR character is your favorite!