A.N. Now for the 'Prince is Giving a Ball' song the full royal names of the prince and his parents were revealed, but due to the theme of the royal family I edited the extra names to turn them into baking puns.
Once at the castle Vanellope went into her bedroom and changed back into her princess dress before meeting her parents, who had called for her earlier. Her bodyguard Tamora Calhoun, head of the knights, was escorting her and helping her get her hairdo right. This included replacing the random candies with pink candies of various shades to match her princess dress and tiara.
"Why, why the disguise again your highness." Tamora Calhoun complained. "After I ordered you not to do it."
"I had a wonderful time Tamora." Vanellope smiled, still thinking of Ralph. "No one treated me like a princess. What a relief to be among real people."
"Let me tell you something: real people are not what they appear to be." Tamora frowned.
"Hey, just because your ex-fiance turned out to be a traitor doesn't mean that all real people are bad." Vanellope retorted.
Tamora scowled at her, hating it whenever she was reminded of her ex-fiance Brad. Instead of warning everyone about an attack from a rival kingdom he fled and it was later revealed that he had been working for the rival kingdom Cyburg, a kingdom with an army of evil Cy-Bugs, the entire time. However since his true nature had been revealed to the kingdom of Litwak he was of no further use to Cyburg and had been killed by one of the Cy-Bugs.
"That aside, all those real people out there are wishing that they could be you." Tamora couldn't retaliate to Vanellope's retort, so she decided to change the subject instead.
"Because they have no idea what it's really like." Vanellope sighed before continuing on.
"Help me out here: you are rich, you live in a gorgeous palace, and there are thousands of guys willing to do anything for you." Tamora caught up with Vanellope. "Am I missing something?"
"I have no real life of my own." Vanellope frowned. "Everything is decided for me: where I go, what I do, and who I see."
"Your highness, this disappearing thing has got to stop." Tamora frowned back. "It is too dangerous!"
"It's perfectly safe Tamora." Vanellope sighed.
"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about me!" Tamora complained. "I can't keep lying to your parents, there are laws against that!"
The messenger for King Candiel and Queen Maltina, Sour Bill, opened the door in front of Vanellope and Tamora.
"Your parents are waiting to see you your highness." He said.
"Sorry Tamora, got to go." Vanellope was glad of the escape; she loved Tamora like an older sister but also found her to be annoying at times...like an older sister actually.
Tamora scowled.
"If she wants to kill me why doesn't she just trample me with her carriage and get it over with?" She said to herself sarcastically before leaving.
"You wanted to see me daddy?" Vanellope smiled as she entered her parent's bedroom
King Candiel looked up from a scroll, but Queen Maltina was still into her chess game.
"Hello Sugar Cookie, where have you been?" Candiel smiled, got up, and hugged Vanellope. "Your mother and I were just talking about you."
"Your father was talking, I was listening." Maltina corrected, still not looking up.
Candiel scoffed at her and then went back to Vanellope.
"All right, what's going on?" Vanellope smirked.
"Just planning a little get together, nothing fancy." Candiel brushed aside. "Just family, and a few close friends...and all the eligible young men in the kingdom."
Vanellope approached the scroll and unrolled it, immediately annoyed.
"Daddy!" She complained.
"We're only talking maybe four-five hundred at the most." Candiel added hastily.
"Dad you can't keep doing this to me." Vanellope frowned, now serious.
Candiel knew he was in trouble now, but he didn't know why. All he knew was that Vanellope only called him dad when she was mad at him, worried about something, or wanted to talk about something very serious.
"What?" Candiel said defensively, confused. "Malt what's she saying?"
"She's saying she doesn't want to have another ball." Maltina rolled her eyes, actually looking up this time.
"No she's not." Candiel scoffed, amused; he then turned back to his daughter and made a few 'right?' gestures.
"Here we go." Vanellope sighed, knowing how dramatic her father could be.
"Oh Malt, my smelling salts!" Candiel sobbed as he leaned against Maltina's chair.
Maltina didn't react at all. Candiel turned around.
"Malt!" He whispered/scolded.
Maltina this time reacted and saw Candiel gesturing towards Vanellope. She got it: it was time to step in and help.
"Right." She got up and went over to Vanellope. "It's really very simple: all your father and I want is for you to be happy." She smiled at her daughter.
"Happiness has nothing to do with it!" Candiel said without thinking, annoyed.
Vanellope and Maltina stared at him very appalled.
"I mean of course we want you to be happy." Candiel corrected himself, realizing his faux pas. "But you do have certain obligations."
"What your father is trying to say is: we think it's time you chose a groom and produced an heir." Maltina explained.
"Someday soon this entire kingdom will be yours." Candiel added.
"Not that soon." Maltina muttered, not liking the implication behind that statement.
"Look," Vanellope sighed, still annoyed. "All I'm asking is that you let me chose a groom for myself, in my own way. I guess I have this silly idea that I want to be in love when I get married...like you were." She smiled at her parents.
Candiel and Maltina smiled at each other.
"That's all we want for you too dear." Maltina agreed.
"Yes Sugar Cookie, but there's nothing saying that you can't fall in love at the ball." Candiel went back to his scroll. "It happens all the time."
"Hadn't heard a word I've said." Vanellope sighed as she left.
"Now we should go through the menu-where's she going?" Candiel watched his daughter leave.
"Could it have been something we said?" Maltina was equally confused.
"Sour Bill!" Candiel called.
He saw a green jellybean foot sticking out from the bottom of the curtain that opened into the bedroom. He opened the curtain more, revealing Sour Bill.
"Sour Bill." He said a bit sternly, not fond of eavesdropping.
Sour Bill cleared his throat (at least metaphorically) and stepped into the room.
"Yes your majesty?" He said awkwardly.
"Proclamation from the princess." Candiel said.
"Excuse me your majesty, I could not help overhearing and I have to say I don't think the princess sounded like-" Sour Bill said.
"Sour Bill." Candiel said bluntly.
Sour Bill fell silent.
"Take this down." Candiel said seriously.
Sour Bill opened a blank scroll.
"Her royal highness, Vanellope Rupassion Wintifred Vladiminta Carmela Almondra Fruncisca Raisina Lemoni Herminta." Candiel dictated.
"Herminta?" Sour Bill was surprised.
"Herminta." Candiel confirmed before continuing. "Gratechen Jaimeg - she'll thank us for it later - is giving a ball."
Sour Bill was now in the shopping center delivering the proclamation to everyone.
"The princess is giving a ball!" Sour Bill called before reading: "Her royal highness, Vanellope Rupassion, daughter of his majesty King Candiel Cherrlton Ermenrice Guavaume Maraschar."
"Maraschar?" Turbo was surprised.
"Maraschar." Sour Bill confirmed. "Marianut. Is giving a ball."
ALL:
The princess is giving a ball!
The princess is giving a ball!
Turbo rushed into a sweets shop, where his sons were. Ralph was somewhere else.
"They've spread the message far and wide, the princess is giving a ball!" He said excitedly.
His sons gasped excitedly.
"They say she wants to find a groom she may find one at the ball." Turbo reluctantly took the lollipops his sons picked out and bought them.
"Oh if only she proposed to me." Careen smiled.
"I wish that she'd propose to me." Motor smiled.
"Just leave the hair and clothes to me." Turbo added.
"The princess is giving a ball!" The three of them left the shop excitedly.
Sour Bill was going around getting the decorations and food. At them moment he was in Gene's tailor shop. This was the place to get garlands of silk and other fancy cloths.
SOUR BILL:
Now if you please
The crown decrees
Some peau de soie with frills
A silky satine
In aubregine
A red if someone spills
The women who worked there showed Sour Bill what they had selected. He gave them a thumbs up and then went to Peter Pepper the butcher.
Now surely I'll need a side of ham
And lots of beef fillets
Some marbelized steak, a rack of lamb
And veal to raise to braise.
Sour Bill rested his hand on a slab...which was a mistake. One of Peter Pepper's employees had just put a slab of meat on his hand. Sour Bill pulled his hand away in time and then went to the dairy product store, owned by Leonardo Turtle.
Limburger, swiss, and gourmandine
Cheddar, gruyere, and blue
Chunks of swiss in barrels, please
Make sure that its holey too!
Sour Bill now went to Beard Papa the confectioner for dessert.
Puddings and pies and rum souffles
Succulent chocolate rounds
Cream puffs they can chew away
To gain some royal pounds.
ALL:
The princess in giving a ball!
The princess is giving a ball!
One of Beard Papa's employees lost his grip on a tall cake but Sour Bill caught it in time. It was a huge struggle but he managed to keep from dropping it. It wasn't easy though, especially with everyone else running about.
"Children!" Sour Bill panicked as some kids ran past him.
Bakers from Mary's bakery danced around Sour Bill with breads on baking peels. One then hit him with a peel, making him toss the cake, but a baker grabbed it in time.
Tapper and his fellow bartenders came out with barrels of soda and rolled them past Sour bill. Frogger and his employees came out with closed crates of fish and danced on them. Sour Bill first dodged them all and then joined in on a free box.
A.N. We never really found out what was in the crates so I made the fish thing up. I wanted to sneak Frogger in there and imagined him as a fishmonger, plus I figured that the crates were closed to help block the smell of the fish.
M Bison was tossing bottles of champagne to Cyril Zombie, who in turn tossed them to Zangief, who put them in a crate. Cyril tossed one too hard and Sour Bill caught it, landing in a bucket of corn from Mario and Luigi's farm in the process. Deciding he needed a treat, Sour Bill opened the bottle and took a swig. Then he bumped into an arch of ivy from Daisy and Zelda's floral shop and ended up grabbing it. He quickly let go as the arch lowered and rolled onto the ground. He rolled a bit more then finally stopped, only to need to dodge some employees from the poultry shop. Now everyone was dancing around, and Sour Bill had to dodge them all. He panicked and ran into a roll of purple cloth from Gene's shop.
CITIZENS:
The princess is giving a ball!
The princess is giving a ball!
Sour Bill stopped amongst the dancing citizens and went over both the proclamation and the list of items needed...at the same time.
SOUR BILL:
Her royal highness...
200 orchids, 400 poppies, 600 roses, 800 lilies.
Vanellope Rupassion
1000 oranges, 2000 plums
Wintifred Vladimint
Carmela Almondra
Raspberry, Blueberry
Strawberry, gooseberry
Fruncisca Raisina Lemoni Herminta
Daughter of his majesty, King Candiel
Chocolate and Cheddar
And Cherrlton and Maraschar
Daughter of her caviar
Queen Maltina
Godiva Ladislolli
Loganore Sugony
"Sugony?" Everyone cried.
"Sugony!" Sour Bill tossed away the scroll with frustration; he soon recovered though.
ALL:
Is giving a ball!
"The princess is giving a ball." Ralph smiled, having witnessed the whole...cavort I guess.