"Uh, no thanks." I said, after inspecting the car. It was a racing car, one made of sweets and sugar and powered by a 150cc Pop Rock engine. I don't mind other people offering me rides, but I refused.

"Come on, walking is boring! I'll go under the speed limit!"

The little racer looked at me with adoring eyes. I sighed.

"Okay, but just once. No detours miss... what's your name?"

"Vanellope von Schweetz, and just call me by your first name."

I got in her candy car and buckled myself up with a licorice twist. Vanellope started driving down the street through the city.

"Hey mister, have you heard of the tale of Turbo?"

"Yes, I have. In fact, I was there when he died."

"Oh, so you know all about it then?"

"Not really, I've been so drunk that I need a refresher."

"Well, it goes a little like this..." Vanellope started. To transcribe what she said would serve no real purpose, so I'll write my account here.

Turbo in his heyday was the most popular racing game character around. However, when other games became more popular than his, something inside him snapped. At other studios around the area, Turbo began stealing essential props, vandalizing sets, and hurt anyone that came in his way. Before his number was up, Turbo hid in Mario Kart. The police, my brother, and I were able to track him down but Turbo almost escaped by hightailing in his car. My brother, Leroy "Jenkins" (don't ask me why that was his nickname, you may know already) shot him in the back before he could escape. Turbo died and was buried. A few months later, eyewitness accounts said that his body had been robbed, yet Turbo was still there when he was dug up.

"And to this day, no on knows why people thought he was Dig-Dug back up."

"I see..." Just then, a cable car turned right and was heading straight for us. "VANELLOPE! LOOK OUT!" I screamed. She just smiled and hit hard on the gas. "What are you doing?" I screamed.

"Trust me!" She went head on to the cable car and suddenly we were right behind it and in front of the building with my office.

"What was that?!" I asked.

"I have Pixlexia, it causes me to jump around like a glitch."

I breathed heavily as I left the car. I looked at the sweetly sadistic girl and her car and I saw a set of words on the side.

"Made by Vanellope AnD RALPH."

"Who is this Ralph?" I asked, "Your mechanic?"

"Nah, he's just a huge stinkbrain that wrecks stuff." She said as he drove off.

Apparently, Wreck-It Ralph is one of Vanellope's friends. I hope I don't have to be the one to break the truth to her. I entered the building and went up to my office and I was surprised to se Fix-It Felix Jr. there.

"Hello there Martin! How is your cough? I was able to fix your place up after I was finished at the studio. The police asked me a lot of questions about last night. They also told me that Ralph may have murdered Richard. I don't think that Ralph did it, but there is no one else to point the finger at." Felix started down the stairs as he finished speaking. "I'll expect payment soon, my bill is by your typewriter. Thanks for leaving the door open and I hope you feel better!"

What just happened? I swore that I didn't call Felix, I swore that I locked the door before I left for the studio, and I also swore that I didn't have a cough earlier today.

I entered my office to see that it looked like how I remembered it. I went to my typewriter to see a note protruding out of it.

"Dear Fix-It Felix Jr.,

Thanks for answering my call. Like I said on the phone, I got a little drunker than I usually am due to the party and messed up my office. Please fix the big things like the fridge and the desk.

Yours truly,

Martin Luke"

I looked at the message, and the bill that Felix left, in amazement. I was certain I was not that drunk to mess my office up and that I didn't type on my typewriter. It all had a weird felling to it. I took a sniff and also noticed a weird scent to the situation. I saw a bunch of cigarette butts in an ashtray, a slab of cheese on a plate, and some Chinese food lying out in the open.

I sat in my desk chair to contemplate the strange goings on. I then heard a thump come from my closet. I turned towards the closet door and looked at it in puzzlement. Another thump came from the closet, which caused me to stand up. I walked to my closet and turned the knob.

I looked down at the bottom of the closet, and I saw a pair of large feet. I looked up...

Wreck-It Ralph jumped out of the closet faster than Sonic could ever dream of, and he pinned me to the floor.