That evening, Turbo, Motor, Careen, and Ralph were finally home. They walked down the path, past statues of Turbo and the twins. Turbo then stopped at the door and groaned. He turned around.
"Wreck-It-Ralph." He said exasperated. "The door?"
"Oh right away." Ralph hurried forward and unlocked it.
They all went inside.
"Wreck-It-Ralph my jacket." Turbo said.
"Wreck-It-Ralph my helmet." Motor said.
"Wreck-It-Ralph my gloves." Careen said.
Ralph quickly gathered said items.
"Wreck-It-Ralph have you duthted the rafterth?" Turbo asked.
"Oh not yet stepfather I've had a busy day." Ralph said as he went to put everything down.
"You've had a busy day?" Turbo frowned.
"Uh, yes I've been in the village with you." Ralph said, a bit confused.
"The impertinenthe." Turbo took off his gloves and slammed them onto a table; he then grabbed a couple books and put them on Motor and Careen's heads. "After your mother died everyone thaid I should've thrown you out into the thtreet - be a thwan Motor be a thwan - but I kept you around here all these years and thith is the thankth I get - shoulders back Careen, back. I've always been told I've got too big a heart."
"You've got too big a heart father." Motor and Careen said robotically.
Despite the three of them being racers Turbo was training his sons on how to be gentlemen so that they could land a rich lovely young woman. Like the princess.
"We'll take our tea upthtairs." Turbo said, heading for the stairs. "Come boys, it'th time to get our retht. We want to look our betht for the ball tomorrow night. I don't know about you but I'm exthauthted."
"I'm tired too father." Careen said.
"You're tired?" Motor scoffed.
"Yes, I'm tired." Careen retorted.
"Stepfather?" Ralph said.
"What is it now?" Turbo said, annoyed.
"I was wondering about the ball. All eligible men in the kingdom are invited and-"
"And I thuppose you think the printheth is going to take one look at you and fall madly in love." Turbo smirked, amused.
"I didn't-I didn't mean that-"
"Take my advithe Wreck-It-Ralph, know your plathe and be thatithfied with what you've got. I promithe you, you'll be much happier."
"But if my mother were alive..." Ralph said sadly.
"Well she's not is she?" Turbo said coldly.
"She's alive in my heart." Ralph shrugged.
"Don't cling to the patht Wreck-It-Ralph, it'th not very attractive." Turbo said before leaving.
Motor and Careen then showed up.
"Wreck-It-Ralph hot water!" Motor ordered.
"Wreck-It-Ralph warm milk!" Careen ordered.
Ralph hesitated.
"Wreck-It-Ralph!" Motor and Careen said impatiently,
Ralph reluctantly headed for the kitchen.
"Hey father when are we going to race?" Careen asked as he went back to the bedrooms.
"After one of you marrieth the printheth. We need all the time we can get to prepare for the ball." Turbo replied.
Inside the kitchen Ralph frowned to himself, tired of being bossed around.
"Wreck-It-Ralph hot water. Wreck-It-Ralph warm milk." He said mockingly. "Wreck-It-Ralph, Wreck-It-Ralph."
He decided to sing to make himself feel better:
I'm as mild and as meek as a mouse
When I hear a command, I obey
But I know of a spot in my house
Where no one can stand in my way
He put the kettle on as he continued singing and then sat down on a little chair that his mom had specially made for him. It may not have been little to us but it was to Ralph.
In my own little corner, in my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be
On the wings of my fancy I can fly anywhere
And the world will open it's arms to me
He then started acting out all his daydreams as he sang them.
I'm a young Egyptian prince or a milkman
I'm the greatest primo-uomo in Milan
I'm a heir who has always gets his afghans
From his own flock of silk-worms in Japan
I'm a man girls go mad for
Love's a game I can play, with a cool and confident kind of air
Just as long as I stay in my own little corner
All alone, in my own, little chair.
Ralph accidentally knocked over a broom and rushed over to pick it up.
"Wreck-It-Ralph, I'm thirsty!" Motor called.
"You're thirsty?" Careen scoffed.
"Wreck-It-Ralph, where'th our tea?" Turbo demanded.
Ralph went over to get teacups as he continued to sing.
I can be whatever I want to be
I'm a thief in Calcutta, I'm a king in Peru
I'm a merman dancing upon the sea
I'm a hunter on an African Safari
It's a dangerous type of sport and yet it's fun
He grabbed a broom for a gun and then used it as an oar as he pretended to sail down an African river. He then left the kitchen, leaving the broom behind, and headed for the stairs.
In the night I sally-forth to seek my quarry
And I find I forgot to bring my gun.
I am lost in the jungle all alone and unarmed
When I meet a lion in his lair!
Ralph rushed back into the kitchen and shut the doors so that Turbo wouldn't catch him at daydreaming.
Then I'm glad to be back in my own little corner
All alone, in my own, little chair
"Wreck-It-Ralph!" His stepfamily cried.
Ralph rushed to finish preparing the tea.