King Candy sat there on his throne, scratching his head in thought. There's something I'm forgetting.. Oh. He broke out into a cold sweat when it dawned on him.
"Raaaaalph!", King Candy shouted as he jumped up and ran to the bathroom in a panic. He stopped in the hallway just in time to avoid slipping. A trail of water, just as I'd feared. "He couldn't have gone far.. Raaaaaaalph!" He hastily continued down the hall following the trail.
"What's with all the water?!" Vannie asked with a laugh. She was just about to go to the kitchen to see what Spicy Jill was cooking up and nearly slipped. She had braced her hands against the wall to avoid falling. Is this Ralph's doing? That guy is nuts..
"Vanellope, tell Salty Phil to clean up this mess!," King Candy said excitedly. He ran past her, nearly slipping again. He pointed in the air after stabilizing himself. "I'm on the hunt!" He laughed excitedly as he pursued his misguided guest. I should have known he would have some kind of difficulty bathing.
"Where the heck am I? Must have made a wrong turn somewhere. Just had a tour of the place, too.." Ralph said to himself. Well, if I keep going this way I'll probably just get more lost. I guess I'll head back the way I came. He turned around and saw the long trail of water he had left behind. Oops.
"Aha! Found you!" King Candy yelled with a laugh after turning the corner at the other end of the hall.
"Hey uh, yeah, sorry about the mess," Ralph said nervously. I didn't think I was that wet..
"Towels, Ralph! Towels! There were obviously towels," King Candy lightheartedly scolded Ralph. He cradled his temple. There's simply no excuse for that much water to be dripping all over the place. "It was my fault we hadn't prepared any clothes for you, come follow me." He probably won't like this, but it's better than the alternative.
They made their way to a small room a few doors down which was connected to King Candy's private bathroom.
"Stand there and raise your arms up a bit," King Candy said while pointing at a pair of painted foot prints on the floor. He was standing by at a control panel.
Ralph reluctantly did as he was told while rolling his eyes, still tracking water all over. What are you going to do? Don't make me regret listening to you.
"Yes, like that," King Candy said with a smile. Hang in there, Ralph.
King Candy pressed a button and thin white walls came up around Ralph. He pressed another button and little robot claws came out of the ceiling, taking Ralph's measurements with a measuring tape. "You're doing good Ralph, hang in there," he said with a chuckle.
The claws suddenly took Ralph's clothes off before he had time to react and placed them in a nearby bin before retracting back into the ceiling.
"Hey!" Ralph yelled in protest. That's the only clothes I've got! "I need that back!"
"We'll return it to you when it's clean," King Candy said jokingly, "There's nothing to worry about." He pressed another button, which made a large fan come out of the ceiling where the claws were before and gave him a rapid air dry before retracting. This is how you get dressed after a bath in style, Ralph. Enjoy it.
With one final button press, the claws returned with a 'suit' in the shade of purple and forcefully put it on Ralph, evading several punches in the process. It was the strongest foe Ralph had ever met. The claws retracted one final time after moving in a 'tut tut' motion.
The walls came down to reveal one very unhappy Ralph. What the heck is this? "When's dinner?" He asked grouchily. Let me eat, and I'll be on my way.. After getting my clothes back. This is ridiculous. Who chose this outfit, you?
"Not much longer now!" King Candy said with a smile. Come now, Ralph. I know you've had it rough, but you're in good hands here.
In the hallway, cleaning up the mess, was Salty Phil.
"Salty Phil, clean up this mess! Salty Phil, unclog this toilet! Every day it's the same thing, it is," Salty Phil complained aloud. He was a giant salted peanut with little cashew hands and feet.
"Oh quit your whining Salty Phil," King Candy said with a laugh as he and Ralph walked by. You know you enjoy it.
"Sorry about that, little buddy," Ralph said to Salty Phil, following closely behind King Candy. First bath since.. However long. There's bound to be mishaps, right? What's worse is this headache I've been having.
"Boy's trouble, he is," Salty Phil said to himself, "Ahh.. I should'a been a sailor, like me father."