A/N This is just a random story. :D No seriousness, and maybe a little fluffy here and there. No romance or romantic pairings. Friendship pairings, yes.
The topic of fish was given to me by my random friend Freakazette Raven
"Here we are!" Vanellope Von Schweetz, president of Sugar Rush Speedway, let go of her gigantic friend's finger and instructed him to uncover his eyes.
"Why are we at a giant lemonade lake?" Ralph asked, obviously confused.
"WE'RE GONNA GO FISHING FOR SWEDISH FISH, DERPY DERR!" Vanellope shrieked. She had never been fishing before, and this was quite exciting to her small mind. Ralph chuckled.
"Do you know how to fish?" He asked. Vanellope stopped, mid-jump, her index finger up and her mouth open wide, a happy expression on her face. She inhaled deeply.
"Well….No, but hey! Gotta learn sometime, right?" She smiled as she bounced around excitedly. Ralph smiled, and the two began making their way up the long dock. There they sat, Vanellope holding a fishing pole made out of cinnamon sticks and Ralph sitting back, somewhat amused by his small friend's behavior.
"THIS IS FREAKIN' BORING!" Vanellope screeched after a few moments, throwing her fishing pole to the side.
"How's this for boring?" Ralph said suddenly. As Vanellope began looking confused, Ralph snuck up behind her and pushed her into the lemonade water. She screamed.
"RALPH!" She glitched as she began to giggle, a smile sneaking onto her face. She glitched back onto the dock, and scurried behind Ralph.
"If I fell in, you're going in too!" She said, trying to push Ralph so he would suffer the same fate she did. She moved one leg two centimeters.
Ralph, seeing what the tiny girl was attempting to do, soon began to play along. He very discretely scooted himself forward, until finally he fell into the lemonade. She laughed for a few moments, and then backed up.
"CANNON BALL!" She shouted, running forward and leaping into the air, hugging her legs to her chest and tucking her head down. She landed in the lake with a loud splash.
"Well, now I'm soaked. I'm guessing that was your intention?" Vanellope nodded at that, giggling. After a moment, her eyes lit up with what Ralph sensed was an idea. Before he had time to question her, she sucked in an extreme amount of air and dove down under the water. In moments, she resurfaced, gulped in more air, and dove down again. This time, she resurfaced with something clutched in her hands.
"I grabbed a fish! It's all little, and squirmy, and-OW! It bit me!" Her hands flew open, and the small fish plopped back into the water.
"Hey, President Fart Feathers, how about we get out of this stickyness?" Ralph said goofily. Vanellope laughed.
"Yeah, whatever, Stinkbrain. Let's go get some Root beer at Tapper's, ok?" Vanellope followed Ralph as they both climbed onto the dock.
"Sounds like a plan. You go change into dry clothes, and I'll go back to Fix it Felix Jr. and do the same, and then I'll meet you in Game Central Station. Deal?" Ralph smiled at Vanellope.
"Deal."