(Ralph's POV)
We head to large factory shaped like a birthday cake, with birthday candle chimneys lined at the top, and sneak past a sleeping guard in a toll booth. We enter the factory and stop at a locked door that has Vanellope's face painted on it with a circle-slash through it and the words "No Glitches Allowed!"
"Alright, do your thing, knuckles. Bust it open!" Vanellope says.
"'No Glitches Allowed,'" (Y/n) reads the sign.
"What's this? You're a full-on criminal, aren't you?" I ask the kid.
"Hey, we shook on it," she reminds me.
I roll my eyes and sigh in annoyance but punch through the door, destroying it.
"Thank you, Jeeves" she says as she and (Y/n) walk inside.
We are now in a dark room with nothing but a red button in the center of the room.
"What is this place? Where are the karts?" (Y/n) asks.
Vanellope steps on the button, and some templates appear with the words "Select Your Kart" above them.
"You gotta make one," she replies.
"Oh, that sounds fun!" (Y/n) says.
"What? No, no, no. Look, kid, bad idea, trust me. I don't make things, I break things," I explain.
"Well, it looks like you're gonna be stepping outside your comfort zone then, Gladys," Vanellope says, and she sees a kart she likes. "Ooh, this is a good one."
(Vanellope's POV)
I select an awesome-looking kart, and the curtain rises to reveal the kart bakery.
"Welcome to the bakery! Let's bake a kart!" the announcer says enthusiastically.
"What is this, another game?" Ralph asks.
"Yeah, well, it's a mini-game," I reply.
"This is gonna be fun!" (Y/n) says with an excited smile on her face.
"You have one minute to win it!" the announcer says, and (Y/n)'s smile drops when she hears that.
"What?" Ralph asks in disbelief.
"I spoke too soon," (Y/n) says.
"Come on, you guys!" I shout.
I run to a giant steering wheel that controls a balancing platform. Above the platform are two chutes, and there's a trash can on the left and a mixing bowl on the right.
"Mixing! Put the ingredients in the bowl and throw away the trash," the announcer says.
I do a terrible job right away, because I accidentally start putting all the good stuff in the trash can and the trash in the mixing bowl.
"Hairbrush. No! Underpants, no, no! You're getting all the wrong stuff, kid," Ralph says.
"I'm trying!" I tell him.
"I'll do it," he groans.
Ralph hops onto the platform to put the good ingredients in the mixing bowl and the trash in the trash can. A bag of flour ends up knocking him into the bowl.
"Batter up!" the announcer says.
(Y/n) and I try to keep ourselves from laughing as the beaters come down and mix him up with the batter. The batter and Ralph are dumped into a mold, and Ralph crawls out just before it goes into the oven, wiping the batter off himself.
"Come on, no sleeping on the job!" I shout.
We hurry to an oven that has a pump in front of it.
"Baking! Pump up the heat and hold the perfect temperature," the announcer says.
I jump on the bellows, but I can't get it hot enough.
"Ralph, (Y/n), a little help here," I say.
"I'm on it," Ralph says, but his crazy strength destroys the pump, and the mercury lowers to "Too Cold."
"Ralph!" (Y/n) shouts anxiously.
"Yep, no bother. Just give me this thing," Ralph says as he grabs the hose and blows into it.
The mercury starts to rise.
"Okay, good! A little more," I say, and then the mercury hits "Just Right." "Okay, yeah, that's it! Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!"
Ralph's cheeks bulge as he blows into the hose. His face turns red, then purple, then blue as he tries to keep the mercury at "Just Right." Finally, the oven dings, and I cheer. Ralph collapses, regaining his air.
"Come on, get up, Ralph! Fifteen seconds!" I shout as we move on.
The conveyor belt goes under a bunch of candy dispensers filled with everything from wheels to jimmies. We basically have to launch eggs out of the cannon, firing them at the targets on the respective bins.
"Wheels first," I say.
"How many?" Ralph asks.
"Four, doi!" I reply.
"Got it," he says, and hits the cannon four times.
Four eggs hit the target, and four candy wheels pop out of the bin, but they come out too early to be attached to the kart.
"Now frosting. A buttload of frosting!" I say.
"No problem," Ralph says, and hits the cannon again.
The eggs end up breaking the frosting bin, which topples into the next one.
"Uh-oh," (Y/n) mutters.
The other bins topple over like dominoes and spill all their contents onto the kart. We hurry to the garage door that my kart will be coming out of as the final buzzer sounds.
"Congratulations. You did it, and here's your kart!" the announcer says.
(Third Person POV)
The garage door opens, revealing the abomination beneath spilled candy.
"Oh, wow," (Y/n) says, worried about how Vanellope is going to react.
"Ay, ay, ay. Look, kid. . . I tried to warn you. I can't make things. I just break. . ." Ralph says.
"I love it," Vanellope says softly.
(Y/n) and Ralph look at Vanellope with surprise.
"You do?" Ralph asks.
"She does?" (Y/n) asks.
"I love it," Vanellope says again before jumping around her new kart in joy and excitement. "I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT! Look, it's got a real engine! And look at these wheels!"
Vanellope kisses one of the wheels, and (Y/n) giggles at Vanellope's excitement while Ralph smiles.
"I LOVE IT! I finally have a real kart!" Vanellope squeals as she runs by (Y/n) and Ralph to grab three small pastry bags from a shelf. "Come on. A work of art like this must be signed."
(Y/n) giggles while Ralph looks at Vanellope with a pleased grin. What the three friends don't know is that the guard at the toll booth has woken up and has learned that the glitch is in the factory, and is now alerting King Candy!
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Turbo x Reader
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