After the destructive confrontation at Frosty Massif, many game characters had to be re-heated by being put in front of the fireplace.
"Achoo!" Willow sneezed while sitting in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket.
"This first day of being plugged in was a total disaster," Wynter complained, drinking hot chocolate. He sneezed as well immediately afterwards.
"Well, at least some good came of it," Candlehead chattered, all wrapped up as well. "The arcade is saved, and, and, ACHOO!"
"You guys can be so silly at times," Fannar said. "I've been in the cold all my life, and it hasn't affected me in the least."
"Except when you got your tongue frozen," Pointy reminded.
"Enough!" Santa shouted. "The game is saved and the Frostbites are gone. At least until the arcade is opened up again and we're forced to release them during game hours."
"Oh yeah, that," Mr. Artie mumbled.
"What are we going to do when the arcade opens?" Wynter asked. "I mean, the arcade will open soon, and that means we'll have to go through just about all of this all over again."
Everyone thought about it glumly, but none could find a true answer.
"I guess all we can do is be prepared for it," Vanellope finally said. Everyone sighed. It seemed they hadn't seen the last of the Frostbites.
"Wait, I have an idea, but it may not work," Candlehead piped up.
"And what is that, Cake-head?" Licorice asked sceptically.
"Didn't the president's wrecker friend make a Cy-Bug banner to warn the arcade about them?" Candlehead asked.
"How should I know?" Licorice asked.
"Well he did, and maybe we can do that for the Frostbites," Candlehead reasoned. Everyone stared at her, doubtful.
"Talk about shooting yourself in the candlestick," Witchy said. "Frostbites look like us. How can we warn the arcade if they look like the arcade."
"Wait, Candlehead's on to something," Fannar said. "The Frostbites have no reflection, like a vampire, and they're vulnerable to fire, like pretty much everyone."
"So we should just tell the arcade about this if they find something suspicious about what's going on?" Santa asked. Fannar nodded.
"Well we're going to need to work on plan, but at least it's something," Vanellope said. Everyone smiled a bit in relief.
"Well, the arcade is opening soon, so maybe we should be getting home," Taffyta said. "Yeah, I guess the blonde bimbo is right," Witchy agreed. "HEY!" Taffyta shouted.
"Enough, you both have a point," Vanellope said. "Let's just get home. We'll worry about the Frostbites another day."
"Well how will we get there in time?" Rancis asked. "I mean, it's several miles until we reach the exit of Santa's Sled, and Holly and Noel's rocket-booster sled was blown up."
"Well, the sled may have gotten blown up," Holly said. "But that doesn't mean you can't get home. Follow me."
Holly and Noel walked over to a door, followed by the six racers. "Who said we only had one sled?" Noel said as he pushed the door open, revealing dozens of rocket-booster sleds.
"Oh my mod," Witchy said. "I think I've found a replacement for my magic broom," Witchy said.
"Hey, maybe we can use them for races," Licorice suggested. "Sure, just don't bust them up or anything," Noel warned.
"Well then, what are we waiting for?" Vanellope asked. "Let's get home."
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Sour Bill was sitting on Vanellope's throne, being fanned from all sides by the Oreo guards.
"Here's the ten-metre wide sour cake you wanted, sir," Wynchel said as he and Duncan pushed the massive cake towards him.
"You dolt, this is NINE metres wide!" Sour Bill chastised. "Take it away. And it needs more sour!"
"Yes, sir," Wynchel and Duncan groaned and dragged the cake away. Sour Bill sat back in the throne, grinning.
"Oh, it's great to be king," He said. Suddenly, the door burst open and Vanellope drove in on one of the rocket-booster sleds.
"President Vanellope!" Sour Bill yelped. "Back so soon?!"
"Yeah, and so are the other racers," She replied. "Now please get off my throne."
"Yes, president," Sour Bill reluctantly complied and pushed himself off the throne and onto the palace steps. Vanellope glitched off the sled and onto the throne in his place.
"Finally, back home," Vanellope said, smiling. "The Frostbites are gone, Candlehead has been rescued, and it's all over. Time to just kick back and relax…"
"President Vanellope!" Citrusella shouted, bursting into the room.
"What, Flugpucker?" Vanellope asked, startled.
"Candella Applecake triple dog dared Jubileena Bing-Bing to enter the glitched Candy-Tree Forest!" Citrusella shouted. "Rumour has it that if you die in there, your code is permanently mutated!"
Vanellope stared at the blueberry-themed racer, and her eye began to twitch.
"Son of a glitch," She hissed.
THE END…FOR NOW!