Saturday's Random Roster Race. Friday was the day to just relax and usually Sunday night was worried with preparations for the long busy week ahead, so the Roster took place Saturday (usually).

Karts were parked and prepared to grind up sugar and cream under their candy wheels. Some other characters usually came by to watch, including the frequent guests, Vanellope's dear friends.

Vanellope had been standing on her toes, looking for her friends. Once they arrived, her eyes filled with glee.

The little girl ran to them, practically bouncing with excitement. "It's about time you slow-pokes got here!"

"Sorry, Vanilla. You know how busy Game Central Station can get." Felix spoke up, ruffling the racers' hair.

"Ah, that's fine! Just don't let it happen again!" she giggled.

Tamora chuckled, saluting to the little racer, "Do your best out there, cadet! We'll be watching."

Vanellope imitated the salute and giggled. Then she looked over to Ralph who had obviously calmed down since the other night. He seemed like he wanted to apologize but everyone knew it wasn't the right time. Still, Vanellope waved and sent a forgiving smile and Ralph visibly was relieved to know the little girl held no anger towards the oaf.

He held up his hand, "Top shelf?"

Vanellope leaped up, clapping her tiny hand against his large one, repeating, "Top shelf!" Then bounced back towards her lopsided cupcake kart.

Vanellope hopped into her kart, waiting for Sour Bill(who she had asked to announce the race today) announce the race.

"I'm gonna make them all eat my sugar dust!" she exclaimed, looking at all the other racers with a determined look.

She stopped looking that way when she noticed Rancis, who winked and waved at her. She excitedly waved back.

Sour Bill walked up on the balcony raising above the candy-filled bleachers, "Good evening, everyone," the coughdrop began, speaking in a tired-monotone speech like usual, "thank you for coming to watch the race..."

The candy fans began to cheer at that, chanting up their favourite racers.

"We shall now begin the race...first nine over the finish line will represent Sugar Rush this coming Monday...please follow the rules and now wait for the signal. Thank you..."

Sour Bill jumped down from his stance just as the countdown began.

3...2...1...GO!

The racers slammed down the gas, their karts being thrown forwards and the race began, Vanellope and Taffyta already lining in tie for first place.

The racers used power-ups as they gained them, and banged up against each other's karts; anything to get the gold. But in the end, Taffyta won first, Minty second, Vanellope third, and so on. It had been quite a race, and also a bit shocking; Vanellope hardly got third.

But nonetheless, she stood on the podium and congratulated the other racers. She held the third place trophy high above her head as she smiled, the crowd cheering with glee.

The other racers applauded the three winners as the crowed cheered before the noise level began to drop. Fans exciting the stands and the racers beginning to walk off.

Vanellope leaped down from her spot, Rancis there with a cocky smile.

"I still have to buy you rootbeer, don't I?"

"The bet was to kick each other's butts, not anyone else's."

The president laughed as her blue-eyed friend rolled his eyes cutely, chuckling to himself. "You got me there."

"But hey, since I lost to Taffyta and Minty, we'll knock off two days from our bet."

The blonde racer nodded. "Alright, that's more fair."

"Pfft, what do ya mean it's more fair? It was fair from the beginning!"

Rancis gave a playful smirk. "Well it was originally going to be for two weeks, which was unfair."

"You're just saying that because you LOST!" she exclaimed, shoving him a bit. "You're so full of bad chocolate, y'know that?" she asked in a joking manner.

Rancis pouted smartly and lightly shoved Vanellope with his shoulder, "I thought you liked my chocolate." Vanellope rolled her eyes in amusment resulting in Rancis to put his arm over her shoulders, "C'mon, Nellie."

"What?" she smiled.

"You know what," he said, returning the soft smile.

"But we don't,"

The two racers swung around to spot Ralph and the Fix-Its walking over. The Fix-Its didn't seem to be paying much attention, talking something about the sugary atmosphere, whilst Ralph didn't seem to pleased, catching the two chibis so close.

"Erm, heya, Stink Brain!" Vanellope greeted, not liking where things might be going by the look on Ralph's face. "Whachya doin' here?"

Ralph gently picked Vanellope up and placed her a few feet from Rancis, "Well we thought we'd come a little earlier today."

"I see... Well, uh..." she looked at Rancis. Then back at Ralph. "Have you decided what Rancis could do to "prove" that he's "worthy enough" to let me date yet?" she asked, finger quoting.

"Ah..." he ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah. Yeah, I did."

The Fix-Its started to pay attention then, looking over - sternly in Calhoun's case mind you - making sure what was in Ralph's mind wasn't too out-of reach, not like that wasn't already a problem for someone who was 2'0.

"Really? Great! So what does he have'ta do, Snot-for-Brains?"

"He has to win the next roster race." Ralph said.

Vanellope looked at him, confused. "And what does that prove...?"

"That he would do anything you want or need," he replied.

"Me? Win?" Rancis was speechless. He wasn't exactly...too well of a racer. As much as he enjoyed it, he sadly had to admit that when no one was controlling his driving, he did fall behind.

"You win the race for Vanellope and I'll let you two be together," Ralph said.

"Again." Vanellope added and Ralph nodded mumbling "again" for her sake.

"Well...I suppose for Vanellope...I'll win."

Ralph nodded "We'll see."

"Ah, he can do it! I know it!" Vanellope grinned.

"Heh, yeah..." Rancis mumbled. "Yeah."