The roster race goes on without a hitch, and Swizzle takes a steady lead as the race goes into the Raspberry River Run. But little does he know, the other racers are catching up fast. Vanellope takes second place, pulling up alongside Swizzle, a scowl on her face.

Swizzle looks at Vanellope, seeing the look on her face. "What is it, Vanellope? You still mad at me?" Swizzle asks the scowling girl.

"YOU BET I'M STILL MAD!" Vanellope screams as she pulls her kart alongside his, sliding her Royal Racer against Swizzle's Tongue Twister.

"Hey! What gives?!" Swizzle asks, shoving Vanellope's kart away from his, managing to take the lead.

"Why did you decide to schedule my coronation on my birthday?" Vanellope asks Swizzle, still a bit upset.

Swizzle looks behind him. "Like I said, baby, it gives all the game patrons a second reason to celebrate. I know it's not what you want, but can't you give it a chance?" he asks Vanellope as he focuses back on the race, speeding out in first. "Think about it."

Vanellope turns her focus back on the race, driving as fast as she can. She thinks about what Swizzle said, and looks down at her steering wheel. "It's weird to think that my coronation is also on my birthday, but Swizzle gives me the feeling that everything will be all right and that everything will go well. I think I should try and go through with it. It'll be easier than having two separate parties, I suppose." She says to herself as she keeps her focus on the race.

Meanwhile, in a shadowy part of the Speedway, a boy wearing a lemon hat is watching the race.

"Miss Von Schweetz…" Lemone says with an evil smile on his face. "You know your game is going through changes, changes that you can't stop…" he says as he stands between Jubileena's and Crumbelina's grandstands. "When you become queen, I will be here, trying to make your fellow racers respect you better. I will make your life even more miserable as well…."

Lemone watches the first nine racers cross the finish line, a smirk on his face as he looks at Vanellope.

"Let's hear it for tomorrow's avatars!" the announcer says as the crowd cheers for Swizzle Malarkey, Crumbelina Di Caramello, Gloyd Orangeboar, Taffyta Muttonfudge, Jubileena Bing-Bing, Nougetsia Brumblestain, Vanellope Von Schweetz, Minty Zaki, and Snowanna Rainbeau. The other racers clap politely for the next day's avatars.

Once the crowd had cleared out of the Speedway, Vanellope hops into her kart and drives off to the castle. Swizzle follows close behind, a bit worried about her. Lemone looks on as Swizzle drives after Vanellope.

"Now is the time to follow Miss Von Schweetz…" Lemone says, laughing evilly. He hops into his kart, which is long and slick with orange & yellow flames, lemon drop wheels, a yellow base, and an orange glaze on the hood with a clear candy bubble windshield. He called it the Burning Lemon.

Lemone starts his kart and drives after the couple, smirking.

At the castle, Vanellope parks her kart in the kart garage, hangs up her racing suit, helmet, and goggles, then she goes to her room.

"Your Presidency…Swizzle is requesting your presence at dinner, are you coming?" Sour Bill asks in his monotonous tone of voice.

"Yes, Bill, I'll be there in a few minutes." Vanellope replies as she glitches into her mint green nightshirt and pajama pants with different candies on them. She was obviously in no mood to join her husband, the king, for dinner, but what choice did she have? He did want her to come to dinner, and he did want to see her. She heads downstairs to dinner, meeting Swizzle in the castle's dining room, where the servants put out a big dinner spread consisting of fried candy prawns, salt water taffy salad, chocolate steak, green gumball peas, Runts fruit salad, and fine gumdrop wine. Vanellope sits down at the table across from her husband, taking a little of everything.

"So, did you think about what I said?" Swizzle asks, taking a bite of his chocolate steak.

"Yes, I did." Vanellope replies, taking a sip of her wine. "I think I should go through with it. I mean, it isn't going to be every day that I become queen of Sugar Rush."

"That's what I like to hear, love!" Swizzle says, practically bursting with happiness. "So, are you sure you want to go through with this? Becoming queen is a big thing, and once you become queen, you can't go back to your old status as president."

"I'm sure, Swizz." Vanellope says, taking a bite of her fruit salad. "I know I will make Sugar Rush a better game, whether it goes through dramatic changes or not."

"That's good to hear, Vanellope." Swizzle says as he takes a sip of his wine.

After dinner, Vanellope goes back to her room and lays on her round candy bed with the patchwork candy wrapper quilt, thinking about the upcoming coronation and her birthday.

"Why did I say I would go through with this when it's obvious that the only reason the people in this game would ever show up is to get free food?" Vanellope sighs. "And it isn't like they ever treat me with respect. 15 years of this. 15 years of torture. 15 years of pain. 15 years of not fitting in."

All of a sudden, she sees a male figure at her window. She goes to her window and opens it to reveal Lemone.

"Who are you?" Vanellope asks, looking at the lemon-themed boy standing before her.

"My name is Lemone McTang, and I couldn't help but overhear you. Is it true that the racers haven't given you the respect you deserve?" Lemone asks the raven-haired girl.

"Yes, it is. Sure, they apologized, and sure, they all tried to make amends with me. But I can still feel that the racers aren't treating me with the proper respect." Vanellope says to Lemone. "I just wish that they could do that. I just wish they wouldn't keep trying to push my buttons."

It was then that Lemone smiled at Vanellope.

"Maybe I could fix that." Lemone says, smiling.

"How can you do that?" Vanellope asks Lemone.

"Well, I could make them respect you." Lemone says, looking at Vanellope.

"You could?" Vanellope looks at Lemone.

"Yeah, I could. The plan is after you become queen, you could announce a few more changes. If nobody respects you like they should, they die in their sleep." Lemone says.

Vanellope gulps fearfully, scared that if she takes Lemone's deal, her fellow racers could die because of her need for respect.

"Can I think about this first?" Vanellope asks Lemone, a hint of fear in her voice.

"Of course. When you make your mind up, I'll be in the Black Licorice Backwoods." Lemone says as he climbs back onto the window ledge. "But, think carefully, Miss Von Schweetz…" he says as he jumps off the ledge, landing in his kart.

Lemone drives away, leaving a very scared Vanellope to lay on her bed.

Vanellope has a very difficult time sleeping that night, mostly because of her need for respect and what Lemone said to her. Deep down, she doesn't want her friends to die if they don't respect her. It was the same way for the past 15 years, not getting proper respect and all the nicer things that the other racers had. But what could she expect from being queen? Well, for starters, she'd have fancier things and she would be able to boss the racers around much like Swizzle. But she knows there's a price to pay. And it isn't her friends' lives for more respect.

The raven-haired girl falls into an uneasy sleep.