((Since there's going to be budding romance between Swizzle and Vanellope, I decided to change the genre (or just keep it that way for now). Hope you enjoy this new chapter))

Chapter 11

Swizzle quickly ran to where he parked his kart, with Vanellope coming from behind. He hoped nothing terrible is happening to his kart. He jumped into a clearing just in time see the Tongue Twister zooming away. Sour Bill was in the seat and he was having difficulty driving it.

"Hey! Come back here!" Swizzle screamed as he chased after his stolen kart.

Sour Bill heard him and drove faster, crashing into a few small lollipop trees.

"Sour Bill, get outta my kart this instant!" Swizzle yelled at him. He wanted to catch up but he was slowing down. "If it gets ruined, I'll make you rue the day you cross The Swizz!"

Vanellope came into the clearing saw Swizzle falling on his knees, gasping for air. She saw Sour Bill, on her friend's kart, driving away toward King Candy's castle. She hurried to his side and helped him on his feet.

"Did I just saw Sour Bill, a very small guy with very small hands and feet… driving away in your kart?" Vanellope asked, shaking her head in disbelief.

"We'll discuss about logic later, he took my kart!" Swizzle said, wringing his hands. "He's probably taking it to King Candy, or worse… to the Kart Bakery where it'll be crushed to millions of crumbs! We gotta get it back or my life is over!"

SMACK!

"Calm down, Swizzle!" Vanellope said. She had slapped him to quiet him. "Shouting won't do anything! If we're going to get your kart back before anything happens to it, we have to move quickly."

Swizzle winced as he rubbed the sore burning spot where Vanellope smacked him.

"King Candy's castle is far away," he told her, "we'll never get there in time if we go by foot."

Vanellope raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"CAN'T YOU GO ANY FASTER?!" Swizzle asked her.

He was sitting on top of the marshmallow seat behind Vanellope, who pedaling crazily in her makeshift pedal-kart the Likkity Split.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" Vanellope shouted as she moved her little kart over smooth terrains.

"I can't believe you actually want to enter this piece of junk into the Random Roster Race!" Swizzle groaned. "It makes me want to break it and put it out of its misery."

"One more crack about my kart out of you, Swizzle Malarkey," Vanellope threatened him, "and I won't hesitate to dump you off right now and leave you to fend for yourself!"

Vanellope returned her concentration on the path and she saw King Candy's castle up ahead. She's half-way there; now she has to think of a plan to break into the castle without meeting the Royal Oreo Guards.

Suddenly, the sounds of devil dogs barking reached her ears and she was caught off-guard when Duncan and Wynchell jumped out from the bushes holding four cake sandwich-like dogs. The devil dogs have managed to track down Swizzle's scent with ease. The two officers were pulling them, implying they were strong.

"Stop right there, Malarkey! You won't escape from us this time!" Duncan demanded, before taking notice of Vanellope. "Wait, is that the little freak?"

"Why on earth are they TOGETHER?" Wynchell asked.

"Vanellope, we got to make like a banana and split up!" Swizzle gritted his teeth nervously under his breath. "I'll meet you back at our hideout!"

"Okay, don't get caught!" Vanellope whispered back quickly.

"You too!"

Swizzle jumped off from her kart and ran off in the opposite direction. Vanellope moved her kart and pedaled it away as fast as she can in another direction.

"Quick! After her!" Duncan pointed at Vanellope. "King Candy wants her thrown into the Fungeon!"

"No, we're supposed to arrest Swizzle!" Wynchell reminded him. "We'll let the devil dogs deal with her."

The two donut officers released their grip and the sandwich dogs were now chasing after Vanellope, barking loudly. The cops then went after Swizzle with their nightsticks out.

Vanellope tried to pedal the Likkity Split faster while the devil dogs ran after her.

"Go away!" she tried shooing them away. "I'm not that good enough to eat!"

Her kart made a sudden dip and it was sliding down a very steep, slippery custard slope while the devil dogs followed suit. Vanellope couldn't control her pedal-kart and she looked up to see she was going to crash into a giant jawbreaker beside a rushing chocolate river.

"Wwhooaa!"

Thinking quickly, and with a pained tug of her heart, she leaped out of the Likkity Split just in time and landed gracefully on top of the jawbreaker. She watched her homemade kart crashing into pieces against the hard candy, and the devil dogs sliding into the chocolate river.

The cake sandwich dogs swam to safety on the other side of the bank that is not slippery and shake the chocolate off from them. Then they went back barking at Vanellope, but they wouldn't dare cross the river.

"Tough Taffy, little fellas!" she laughed.

Vanellope waved good-bye at them and then found a solid ground to get back up the slope. She sighed sadly as she took one last glance at her smashed up kart; it took her weeks to build it from scraps and it was her biggest pride and joy...

She shakes her head and then leaves for Diet Cola Mountain, hoping Swizzle has the same luck escaping from the donut cops.

"He really owes me a new kart now," she muttered to herself.

Meanwhile, Swizzle ran into the candy cane forest and had set his eyes on a large, taffy swamp with many large gumdrops that represented stepping stones. He easily skipped on each gumdrop and then grabbed hold of a candy tree just in time.

He began to climb up the tree, grabbing branch after branch. He then sat himself on one of the branches, after checking that it isn't a double stripe, and smirked when he saw Duncan and Wynchell approaching.

"Hey, copcakes! I'm up here and you can't catch me!" Swizzle taunted them.

"Get down there, boy!" Duncan demanded. Swizzle just blew a raspberry at him.

"Fine, we'll get you then!" Wynchell said.

He carefully jumps on the first gumdrop and he almost lost his balance. Feeling confident, he jumped to the next the gumdrop and Duncan followed him. However, the latter wasn't as lucky and agile as his collegue, that he fell forward into the taffy swamp. The impact caused Wynchell to lose his balance and he fell too.

Swizzle roared with laughter as he hopped down to the surface and ran off, leaving the donut officers struggling in the swamp, covered in taffy.

He was walking back to Diet Cola to meet up Vanellope and make another plan to retrieve his kart back when he heard a female voice screaming.

"There he is!"

Jumping from all directions, Jubileena, Sticky, Torvald and Nougetsia ambushed Swizzle and tackled him to the ground.

"I saw him first!" he heard one of them say while they're trying to tie him in a licorice rope.

"No, you did not!"

"Well, I grabbed him FIRST!"

"Guys, let's get off him, we're hurting him!"

"Can we just take him to King Candy, so he can settle with this?"

"Hey, what are you girls doing?!" Swizzle screamed, but nobody was giving him a reply. Jubileena, Torvald and Nougetsia lifted and placed him on top of Sticky's kart. Sticky gave him an apologetic look.

"It's nothing personal, Swizzle," she told him. "We're just desperate."

"Desperate-for what?" he asked as he struggled to free himself. He promised to meet up with Vanellope; she might get worried and find him-what if she gets caught and is thrown into the Fungeon?

"Let me go, guys! I thought I was your pal!" Swizzle yelled, but nobody paid him attention.

Vanellope came out of the bushes, trying to find her way back to her home when she saw four karts zooming past by. The drivers didn't seem to notice her since they were heading towards the castle. She gasped when she saw Swizzle, all tied up, lying on one of the karts. The girls must have captured and they are probably taking him to King Candy to claim the reward.

"Swizzle!" she yelled out his name as she tries to catch up to the speeding karts. "SWIZZLE!"

The female racers finally reached the castle gates where they closed after the candy go-karts pass through, blocking Vanellope from entering. Vanellope rattled the gates, panting from out of breath.

"No, bring him back to me!" she cried, hoping someone could hear her. "I need him! We made a deal and he promised to make me a racer!"

She wanted to cry her heart out. Instead, she collapsed on her knees, laying her head against the gates. Not only she lost her makeshift kart, but she also lost a friend.

"It's hopeless now," she sniffled. "It's my fault, Swizzle... I'm sorry for getting you into this mess."

((Oh no! Swizzle has been captured! Will he be thrown into the Fun Dungeon? Will Vanellope ever get him back and make a new kart? Find out in the next chapter!))