Vanellope Von Schweetz lay in her fluffy marshmallow bed that night, counting the marshmallow stars in her candy-coated pajamas. A long and hard day of racing had left Vanellope tired and determined to rest. However, she just couldn't. Something strange was bugging her. Something bad.
"Maybe I've just eaten too much candy," she thought, covering her self in the warm and crispy candy sheets. However, her small theory was impossible. You could never have too much candy in Sugar Rush. Plus, she had only eaten one ice cream cone that day.
Vanellope nervously thought of another excuse. But she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. So, she just rolled to the other side of her bed, trying to get to sleep.
The next day, Vanellope woke up with a start. A green haired racer was shaking her rapidly, trying to wake her up. By the pink candle on her helmet, it was unmistakably Candlehead. Vanellope glitched away from her in shock.
"Candlehead, what the double fudge?!"
Suddenly, Vanellope stopped her ranting when she noticed Candlehead's expression. Instead of her bubbly, confident look, she was wearing a paranoid, afraid one.
"Just come on, Vanellope."
Vanellope was understandably confused as she had never seen Candlehead this upset before. She followed Candlehead outside the white chocolate palace, still in her pink pajamas. When they stopped, Candlehead and Vanellope were standing near the Sugar Rush exit. They had never used it before. They hadn't even realised that it was there until now.
"I heard Swizz speaking about it," Candlehead said to Taffyta, who was right next to her. Mascara was running down her cheeks, so this couldn't be good.
"Uh, guys," Vanellope interrupted. "Are you gonna tell me what this is about?"
Taffyta turned to face Vanellope. Her eyes and face were blotchy and red.
"We're doomed, Vanellope. We're being replaced."