Gloyd Orangeboar was many things. He was a prankster, a racer, a thinker, a winner, and occasionally a fool. Most of all though, he was proud. Proud of his skills, proud of his looks, proud of his speed, Gloyd was convinced that he was the greatest racer ever. Of course, that was all due to his prized car, the Kernel.

"And when you rev the engine, she purrs like a kitten." Gloyd bragged as he, Swizzle, and Snowanna walked down to the race track.

"Whatever you say dude." Swizzle said, laid back as ever. The boys' companion wasn't quite as pleased with listening to Gloyd.

"You've told us about the engine twenty times! Would you shut up about it?" She asked.

"I would, but she's too great to not talk about." Gloyd said.

"Great? I could outrace that hunk of junk any day." Snowanna said.

"You wanna bet?" Gloyd asked.

"Dudes, mellow out. This isn't worth it." Swizzle said.

"You know what Gloyd? I do. My Fro Cone against your Kernel. We'll see who's really fastest." Snowanna challenged.

"You're on. We'll settle this right now. You're gonna be deader than disco." Gloyd said as he took off running for the track. Snowanna followed him. Swizzle took this as an opportunity to find the other racers and warn them about the two giant egos that were about to clash on the race track.

"Are you ready?" Vanellope shouted. She was so excited, standing there with a checkered flag, that she was very close to teleporting around the place out of sheer anticipation. Snowanna and Gloyd were sitting in their cars in front of her, waiting for her to give the signal. Once that flag so much as quivered, they would both be tearing down the track. With a smile almost bigger than her head, Vanellope waved her flag, sending the racers careening down the road.

Gloyd was able to take the lead first, however slightly. With Snowanna on his tale, Gloyd was looking for a way to lose the afro haired racer. As he rounded a corner, Gloyd saw his chance. Up ahead was a field full of gumballs. Gloyd revved up and sped right into one. This sent it flying into another gumball, creating a domino effect that sent all the gumballs into motion. Gloyd was barely able to avoid getting crushed, losing his spoiler in the process. Snowanna was able to maneuver her little car along the track with little resistance, catching up to Gloyd quickly.

As they exited the field, the two racers were very close to their objective, a giant gumball machine. Both of them sped along, but Gloyd wasn't out of ideas yet. It was time for him to use his new power. Once he was able to get up next to Snowanna, Gloyd deployed his ability. Dozens of candy corn tacks shot out into Snowanna's car, stopping her in her tracks.

"Woohoo! Caltrops for the win disco dork!" Gloyd taunted. He drove into the opening at the foot of the gumball machine. Once he was inside, Gloyd realized that this might be more difficult than he anticipated. The track split, twisted, rose, fell, and every other trick that could be used to make Gloyd's driving more difficult. He could already hear Snowanna getting back into the race, her radio blaring… was that Moves Like Jagger? Who listens to Moves Like Jagger? Snowanna deserved to go down hard for that alone, if nothing else. Gloyd sped onto one of the narrow ramps that led to the top of the gumball machine.

Snowanna and Gloyd were on separate ramps at this point, each one pushing their abilities to the limits. With these ramps, losing control wasn't an option. However, neither was slowing down. Their tracks joined up ahead, and both racers accelerated to get there first. When they had almost made it, Snowanna used her special power. Two wing-like popsicle sticks popped out of the Fro Cone, with one headed straight for the Kernel. Gloyd was knocked off the edge, and started hurtling toward the ground. Gloyd jumped out of his car onto the track, but the Kernel sank to the ground, smashing to bits. Right when Gloyd started concocting a eulogy for his beloved car, it regenerated next to him. Silently thanking God that he was in a videogame, Gloyd got into his car and sped along the track. There was no chance he would win, but he would go down fighting.

At the top, Snowanna had already won. She was dancing around in the huge jar that was the top of the gumball machine. Gloyd crossed the finish line and walked up to his competitor.

"So, you won." He sighed.

"You better believe it! Your car isn't so hot now is it?" Snowanna said.

"Oh no, you're totally 'funky fresh.' Of course, you must know this isn't the end." Gloyd said with a smirk.

"Whatchyou talking about?" Snowanna asked.

"What, you thought I would take this lying down? Oh no, you're getting pranked. Pranked hard." Gloyd said.

"Yeah right, cause you can get the drop on me. Catch you on the flip-side brother." Snowanna said before driving off. Gloyd simply stood there with an evil looking grin.

The next day, Snowanna woke up to see that her yard had been flooded with over a hundred pink flamingos. Each one had been customized with candy corn fangs. Jubileena was standing outside, apparently trying to stare down one of the flamingos.

"Hey Snowanna, some flamingos invaded your lawn." Jubileena said, still staring at the pink lump of plastic.

"That little chees weasel. He wrecked my crib!" Snowanna shrieked. Jubileena finally broke eye contact with the plastic bird and ran up to Snowanna.

"Don't worry, you can hang out at my place until these things evacuate." Jubileena said with a huge smile. It was too hard for Snowanna to turn her down.

"That sounds… fauncy." Snowanna said.

"Yeah, my place is pretty fancy. C'mon, I'll show you!" Jubileena said as she grabbed Snowanna and dragged her off.

"No, I said fauncy. It means… forget it, show me your crib." Snowanna said. At least Gloyd wouldn't think to prank Jubileena's house.