Chapter 2. Those Boring to Interesting Events
A president's job isn't the easiest but Vanellope's summer break was coming and she was rather excited she raced as fast as she could out of the building from Sugar Rush to Fix-it-Felix jr. Game .
"Ralph!" She hit the door to his shack. He opened the door and groaned
"Vanellope it's five in the morning." he rubbed his face in a tired tone.
She rolled her eyes "Well I was hoping we could hang?"
"mm... Kid sorry I wish I could but I see a lot of gamers that have t-shirts that say Fix-it-Felix jr coming my way." Ralph shook his head. Felix showed up shortly beside Ralph's side who smiled warmly and sympathetically.
"And by golly, if Ralph has to work that means, of course, I do to bonbon. I'm sorry."
Vanellope turned to Sargent Calhoun in hopes that she would hang but Serge read her mind and shook her head fiercely.
"Sorry young soldier those new recruits don't train themselves."
"Aw, couldn't you take one day off?" Vanellope's face fell.
Sargent Calhoun backed in surprise, "No. No. I couldn't I simply couldn't too dangerous."
Ralph eyed her suspiciously "Besides don't you have a job to do miss president?"
Vanellope stared at him disgusted. "Ralphie I am only 12."
He wrinkled his eyebrows "Can't one of the racers hang out with you?"
She put a finger to her face but then remembered all bad times. "No. no… too awkward."
Ralph put his hand on her shoulder, "Well then your gonna have to find a life-long friend of some kind."
She rolls her eyes "Hello Ralph, that's you stink brain!" Ralph's face broke in blush and then confusion
"Someone um... in your game other than me."
She stared at him and then at the ground in disappointment.
"I gotta go kid." He and Felix scurried off to their game screen and Vanellope and Sarge figured it was time for them to bounce and get to work.
Vanellope's heart sank when she saw her family scramble off far from her reach, she knew she was destined to be bored all day none of the gamers were picking her for some odd reason something about the girl gamers needing more boy gamers for the week. No one wanted to play her glitching power for the moment. She returned to her old beat-up Diet cola mountain to fix up her old bed and replenish some Mentos to the mountain. She tapped her sugar stick pencil against the wall staring along with the bubbling hot cola before her. She groaned in displease as she watched the other racer speed by her mountain when suddenly there was a big explosion rippling within the game and Vanellope's code itself and she felt it. A similar voice ran out across the mountain.
"HELP! Somebody, please help!" She followed the sound she knew there weren't two of her but the voice sounded as if there was another Vanellope among the sugary mist there was a dark zap and suddenly the voice disappeared and the game resumed its usual high-pitched song. Vanellope von Scweetz leaned up against a tree puzzling and puzzling. How could it be so she knew for sure she heard a cry for help. She was sure of it when... Briiing Briiiing Crack!
A double stripe Branch hanging on by a syrup thread snapped of it hinges straight in front of her path with a miniature racer on the branch! Smack in front of her face. She peered into the racers' eyes which was covered up by exact replica pink racing goggles Vanellope owned only she knew that the goggles weren't hers as they were too small. The racer's eyes were hazel-blue as she wore a baby blue sweatshirt similar to Vanellope's green one with purple twizzler ties. Her face was adorable and chubby like Vanellope's. The racer spoke nervously.
"Heh, double stripe… heh, sorry bout that your highness." Vanellope sneered at the thought of being labeled as her once position as a princess.
"Um... no problem an' I don't go by That name any more kid!" She glared at her pocket there was something bulgy inside. "Wait. a minute!" She dug into the racer's pocket there was a coin from her house she had put away for safekeeping.
"Where did you get this?" Vanellope yells at the miniature racer. The racer tilts her head in confusion "I was just borrowing it." Vanellope stared her down "Oh suuuure~ I've heard that one a million times over, I should know thief!"
The racer stood up very carefully on the breaking branch forcefully.
"I'm not a thief I just burrowed the stupid coin I was exploring the mechanisms of my game and I got sucked inta' here and I figured I was gonna need some loot to make it I don't know how to get back." Vanellope smirked, "Well I caught ya."
"I wasn't trying to get caught." She covers her face in her blue hood Vanellope places a hand on her hip sternly,
"Coulda' fooled me."
The girl raised her hand and with a small yelp she falls backward catching herself by her legs on the branch hanging a little way off the ground upside down.
Vanellope chuckled, "Hehe hey you're pretty nimble with climbing trees ain'tcha kid?"
"My names not kid." The small racer pouted whimpering a little staring at the ground below." Vanellope then realized that had no formal intro
"Oh! hehe, sorry intro... The name's President Vanellope von Scweetz kid."
"President that has a nice ring to it." The small racer smiled with a small greeting.
Vanellope smiled making a "Duh!" She knew all face.
"Ga-Doii! I can do whatever I want to respect kid, respect." The Nimble tree climber shook her head.
"Nope. I don't have to respect a 10-year-old kid."
Vanellope gasped! "How rude! Why You Little!"
The racer let go of the tree branch and shrieked "Yeiiaaaah!" She landed on her feet and stood up Vanellope grabbed her small blue hood and pulled it over the girl's face!
"HEY Watch who you are talking to!" the girl racer pulled her hood back revealing the same exact hairstyle as Vanellope's own except for having a purple hair tie. Vanellope gasped
"Hey! What is this prank the President day? Aww, real funny! Taffyta guys get out of the bushes." The blue racer stared in big confusion, "Who are you talking to?"
Vanellope stormed over to her,
"What's with stealing my look! Look! I know I have a good style but quit it-it's kinda creepy."
The blue racer frowns. "I was programmed this way thank you very much!" she crosses her arms.
Vanellope not buying her story points at her accusingly,
"What's your name copycat?"
When accused she broke down and began to cry! Vanellope's eyes widened!
"Hey, hey chill out what's with the waterworks? Come on, I just want your name."
The crying racer lifted her head her eyes wet and frightened.
"You're gonna arrest me, now aren't you?" Vanellope thought in the back of her head "Maybe…? No. It's fine. Just tell me your name I'm freaked here."
She pulled her goggles up onto her forehead.
"Vanillaope von Scweetz."
Vanellope shook her head in big disagreement, "No! No way! I'm the one and ONLY Vanellope von Schweetz." She frowns at the racer immensely.
"No! not "Va—nellope, Va-nilla-ope. Although, I prefer to be called Vanilla." The blue racer put her hand up in a flailing position. Vanellope eyed her up and down then focused on her shirt.
"But If yer' called Van-illa why is your shirt blue?"
Vanilla raised her hand defensively and quick!
"It was a program incident when I was a being developed I got pushed into the blueberry gusher candy bushes and I've been this way ever since."
Vanellope nods her head, "I'll buy that for now. Vanilla? Bleah that name has not got a good ring to it!" Vanilla then steps forward and kicks her in the shins!
"Well, it's the only one I got so zip the lip fruit snack!"
"OW!" Vanellope hops on one foot, "HEY! I'm a president! You can't do that to me ya little brat!" Vanilla walked past her smirking,
"Just because I'm small doesn't make me younger."
Vanellope thought of a way to trick the rotten black licorice. "How old are ya?" Her eyes shot on the blue offender. Vanilla's eyes grew big then she remained silent for a moment this gave Van some confirmation she would get her to spill.
"Well... that's for me to know." She said.
Thinking of a plan Vanellope then put on her best acting voice, "Oh. phew thank you I'm only six and I don't stand a chance if you say anything bigger than that numbah'."
Vanilla quickly laughed in what she assumes is her victory,
"HA! You're a Baby! I'm nine-years-old."
She stands proudly through a bead of sweat coming from her forehead. Vanellope laughed almost spilling her code! "HAHAHA, Jokes on you littler baby I'm 12!"
Vanilla stared in disbelief,
"WHAT?" She shouted.
"YEEEAAAH~!" Vanellope sang while Vanilla throws a small tantrum stomping her feet.
"That is so not fair! YOU TRICKED ME!"
"Awh, get over it Shortnilla." Vanellope finished off her victory dance.
Vanilla aims ready to kick Vanellope in the shin again when Vanellope grabs her hood lifting her into the air above her just about in punching distance.
"You better not try that kicking thing again you sniveling push pop! Or I'll knock you out!" Despite her anger, she puts her down and pokes her in her tummy a couple of times
"Now, you listen very carefully… You don't touch anything; you don't say anything rude. or else I'll-" she was interrupted by a faint noise of giggling coming out of the small racer she was threatening.
"This ain't funny I'm not joking." She pokes her again and Vanilla's giggles turned into a squeal? Vanellope stopped her threat for a moment…
"Uh... what's your deal?" Vanilla blocks Vanellope's fingers from her midsection "Stop poking me." Vanellope pokes her again and she wiggles and giggles again.
A dark grin slides across Vanellope's face, "I'm starting to think you're a bit ticklish right there kid."
Vanilla shakes her head fast in denial, "Heck no! I just don't like to be poked Pres."
Vanellope wiggles her fingers on the racer's small sides,
"Oh, is that right? Is that a fact?" the small racer back up in a squirming giggling fit Vanilla moves her hands in an attempt to block Vanellope's hands.
"STOP POKING YOUR PO-HO-HO-KING Me!"
Vanellope attacking her with all eight of her fingers
"Yeah~! you're ticklish!" Vanellope sang again she keeps up her threat for a few minutes thinking maybe things are looking up what a fun twist of events who was this new racer?