The first thing Ralph did was go to Tapper's bar. He craved a drink, and Tapper provided super fast service and it was good and cheap. You couldn't ask for anything else from a bar. He went up to Tapper and asked for his advice. Tapper helped him out before, so he thought why not? Tapper was a great listener. Even with his busy schedule he had time to listen to problems even to those of a bad guy. Even though it had nothing to do with what Gene asking him to do, he felt that Tapper's Bar was going to be busy tonight and there was a chance that he might find him.

"Hey Tapper," Ralph said.

"Hey stranger!"

Ralph turned around. The voice did not belong to Tapper, but did belong to a young girl. He looked down and saw Vanellope Von Schweetz with a glass of coke. Startled, Ralph opened his mouth in awe. "What are you doing in a place like this?"

"I've never seen you run so fast," Vanellope giggled. Nobody seemed bothered by the fact that a minor was sitting casually on the bar. Then again, this was video game logic: anything could happen. Organised chaos was probably the right word for it. Things had come a long way since the old arcade days. A lot of improvements were made, but the nostalgic buzz was beginning to fade away.

"Prince Hans is dead," Ralph said.

"Serves him right," Vanellope hissed before slurping a glass of coke. "He's a dirty old man: tried to get it on with me."

"He stole Felix's hammer."

"Heh! Hans was such a scumbag!"

"And the police have arrested him."

"What?"

"The police think that Felix killed Prince Hans."

"But Felix wouldn't hurt a fly..." Vanellope pondered and then bounced up to Ralph's level. "WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR? LET'S FIND THE REAL KILLER."

"Perhaps later," Ralph replied. "I've got to find Phoenix Wright."

Vanellope screeched as she jumped for joy. "I know him, I always screw his daughter."

Ralph took a few steps back and pushed Vanellope away. "Now that's just wrong," Ralph roared.

"Get your head out of the gutter," she giggled. "I trashed her in the races. And by the way... You're in the wrong bar. He normally drinks at the Borscht Bowl Club."

"Someone looking for me?"

A man in a blue suit stepped into the bar after a long day at work with a group of colleagues. It was none other than Phoenix Wright, the mascot of the Ace Attorney series.

"Oh yeah." Ralph raised his hand.

Phoenix smiled. "Then you must be Wreck-It Ralph?"

"Uh... yeah."

"Of course, Maya said you would be here."

"I'm sorry," Ralph said. "But I don't know anyone called Maya."

"She's a good friend of mine," Phoenix stated. "She has very special powers. She said that a man named Ralph wanted to clear his friend's name."

"Did she say anything else?"

"That's as much as she told me."

"So you can prove that Felix is innocent?" Ralph asked.

"Of course," Phoenix replied. He nodded his head and sat down at the bar. "I know that Felix didn't kill him, but we need enough evidence and good witnesses to prove to the court he didn't commit the murder." He went on to explain further. "Law is facing a very dark age at the moment, but the good news is that it's slowly coming to an end."

"Another early morning for you then, Mr. Wright?" Apollo asked.

"It will an early morning for all of us," Phoenix replied. He looked at Apollo. "You and Athena will meet me in Arendelle at 7:00 tomorrow morning."

"Sure," Apollo murmured.

"We'd like to ask you a few questions... if that's all right with you?"

"Sure." Ralph thought that if there was anything he could do to clear Felix's name that he would do it. Although the case seems to be in the right hands. Phoenix was the best attorney for the case. He was famous for his turnabout cases. Phoenix was quite specific in his questions. He wanted Ralph to tell him as much as he could in every detail.

"Every little helps," Phoenix told Ralph. "So even if you think it's trivial let me know okay."

Ralph gulped. "I hope this doesn't sound like an autobiography but Felix and I have been working together for over thirty years. I know for a fact that Felix is no killer. I destroy buildings for living and then Felix comes and fixes them with his hammer."

"My job's better," Vanellope interrupted.

"A hammer you say?" Phoenix seemed intrigued by his words. "And the police believe that the hammer is the murder weapon?"

"They must have done! The police suddenly circled around Felix and they showed him the hammer and they asked if it was his. And of course it was Felix's and they just arrested him, his wife and tried to shoot me down when I tried to chase them."

"Oh and here's me thinking you had a bad case of acne," Vanellope sneered. Phoenix tried hard not to laugh.

"So what do you two know about the victim?" Phoenix asked.

"He's a nasty little thing," Vanellope snapped. She stood on the table and displayed a silhouette of a monster. Wrinkled fingers to represent claws and exposed teeth as the sharp claws. "He came into my game late at night and held onto me with his slimy hand and asked me to marry him. Everyone thought this was amazing, but I was the only person in Sugar Rush to see him for who he really was... an evil villain."

"So you're volunteering to be a suspect are you?" Phoenix asked Vanellope. "That's made my job easier."

A skinny old man joined their table. Judging from the navy jacket and white pants he appeared to be a duke. "I could not help but overhear what you were saying. It was a dashing conversation. Allow me to introduce my self." The way he spoke and the way he moved was flamboyant. "I am Weasleton: the Duke Of Weasleton. I knew Prince Hans and I agree with the child that he was a nasty man. I am still paying for the criminal damage he has done to me. And I also saw the murder with my own eyes."

"I beg your pardon?" Phoenix asked.

"WHAT?" Apollo screeched his chords of steel that grated Ralph's ears.

"You really saw him?" Athena asked. "That's awesome. So who did it?"

"The only person capable of a murder most foul is Queen Elsa of Arendelle."