Game-Jump Style (The Song)
A Parody of "Gangnam Style" by PSY
Written by Eugene "The Good" Wario
Time for Game-Jump Style
I am the bad guy in a pretty old arcade game
I wreck the apartment buildings and every day is quite the same
I'm living in a dump while Felix gets all the fun and fame
Yes my life is really quite lame
I get no respect
From the Nicelanders who despise me I get no respect
Fix-It Felix Junior tries quite well to get me some respect
Must win a medal to have them give me some new respect
I need some respect
At Bad-anon we all must know
Know Turbo hey about Turbo hey
But for me, yes I must go
Go Turbo hey don't go Turbo hey
Going Turbo isn't even quite the same
As the Game-Jump Style
Hop Hop Hop Hop with the Game-Jump Style
Hop Hop Hop Hop with the Game-Jump Style
Hey come on Let's Play
Hop Hop Hop Hop with the Game-Jump Style
Hey come on Let's Play
Hop Hop Hop Hop Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey
Heard about medals in the
AloneVanellope was fine with being alone. Or so she told herself. So what if she lived alone, she'd lived alone for so long. It wasn't like she wasn't used to it by now. Who cared if one little girl lived alone. Especially in a game where every child, all of them around the ages of nine and ten, lived by themselves in one person households. Even Taffyta, up until now her tormenter, lived by herself and was perfectly fine.Alone3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So she was too.
At least, that's what she told herself.
So what if she had finally gotten used to having someone take care of her for once? So what if, for the first time, she'd finally gotten something other then people laughing and excluding her. Ralph still came to visit after work, and still talked to her. That didn't mean everything had to change at nighttime too. Nighttime, as it always had been, was a time for her to be alone. Her. A nine year old girl. Alone.
That was fine.
At least that's what she told herself.
Vanellope, after years of practice, was excellent at
The Almost final chapterCalhoun bolted out of the tower to where Ralph, Vanellope, and Felix were waiting; nothing in her mind except the hope that she wasn't too late. She noticed that they had moved to the entrance of Hero's Duty. Smart move, that was safer, but that meant she had to run farther. The suspense slowly ate her away.The Almost final chapter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ralph was kneeling with Vanellope huddled against him. Her face stained with tears and her eyes were red and puffy. She was still sobbing and looked exhausted, revealing exactly how long Calhoun had taken.
Ralph had his own tear tracks on his cheeks, and he seemed to be talking, moving his head from Felix to Vanellope. Back and forth, and then Ralph looked up with worn out eyes for what looked to be the fiftieth time that night. His expressions gladdened when he saw Calhoun coming, but Tamora didn't, and she wouldn't until it was over. She watched Ralph as he said something and nudged Vanellope. She looked up her eyes wide with hope when she saw Tamora. Ralph said
See You AgainWreck-It Ralph: 50 themes - 50 drabblesSee You Again3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
01. One Truly is the Loneliest Number
For Ralph, visiting Root Beer Tapper was often a lonesome affair.
Most of them composed of him trudging in; avoiding the gazes of any heroes seated at the bar as he claimed a table in the farthest corner of the room while he waited for his order.
He sat at that table now, but this time he was far from alone. Vanellope was on the stool next to him, standing so that she could properly reach her drink, and giddily blowing bubbles into her root beer through a straw, making him laugh at the ridiculous faces she pulled.
"Hey, Ralph, look-" Vanellope began eagerly, only for her to swallow her soda too quickly and the anguishing sensation of carbonated gas to bubble in her nose.
As the girl collapsed against the counter-top, hacking and gagging exaggeratedly, Ralph felt laughter blossom from his throat as he sympathetically patted his best friend on the back.
Ralph would never frequent Root Beer Tappe
GloydxVanellope Side-Story It was Fix-it-Felix Jr. and Sergeant Calhoun's wedding day; everyone was invited! In Grand Central Station, the amount of traffic was horrendous, but everybody was in too good of a mood to care. Crowds upon crowds of characters charged past the surge protectors that guarded the video game entrances. Among the throngs of people were the racers of Sugar Rush. Vanellope lead the group, moving as quickly as possible. Wreck-it-Ralph had asked that she show up early at the chapel as maid of honor for Calhoun. The ceremony was to begin in 10 minutes.GloydxVanellope Side-Story3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Come on, guys! Hurry it up!" Vanellope called impatiently as she shoved past a few Dance Dance Revolution girls.
"It's not our fault you waited till the last minute to get here…" Taffyta couldn't help but mutter under her breath. Nonetheless, she kept up close behind Vanellope and her fellow racers followed.
"Move it, people! Maid of Honor coming through! Kind of a big deal!" Vanellope shouted as she navigated her way to
Wreck it Ralph: Sick Day"I gotta tell ya, grease monkey, you sure picked a bad time to get a virus." She had picked a bad time. It was Friday night, which meant tomorrow was Saturday. And Saturday at the arcades was the equivalent to little kids in a candy shop. Pure, hectic chaos. And a lot of it.Wreck it Ralph: Sick Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vanellope scowled at him from where she was walking- right beside him, her small hand clutched in his massive ones. "I didn't mean to."
Ralph had found her over an hour ago after popping over to Sugar Rush for a nightly visit. Work had ended, and he'd had to avoid bumping into an overzealous Felix Jr. who'd been getting ready for his date with Calhoun for over a week and was running late. But he'd made it. Vanellope had been ecstatic to see him, but something had been off. No flying insults, no harsh words and when he had asked her if she wanted to show him the new cart tricks she had learned she said she couldn't. "I'm feeling dizzy," she'd said, her voice small and embarrassed.
He'd checked her temperature, a cha
King Candy Knows BestKing Candy: ... Well! I thought he'd never leave.King Candy Knows Best3 years ago in Humor More Like This
King Candy: Hello, dear.
Vanellope: But, I I-I-I don't... How did you find me--
King Candy: *hugs* Oh it was eathy, really. I jutht listened to the sound of complete, utter betrayal and followed that.
Vanellope: *sigh* Dad...
King Candy: We're going home, Vanellope. Now.
Vanellope: Y-You don't understand! I've been on this awesome journey and I've learned so much...
King Candy: *raises an eyebrow*
Vanellope: ... I even met someone!
King Candy: *being sarcastic* Yeth, yeth, that halitothith riddling wrecker, I'm tho proud of you. C'mon, let'th go, Vanellope.
Vanellope: No, wait! I think... I think he likes me.
King Candy: Liketh you? Pleathe, Vanellope. That'th demented! This ith why you never should've left!
Vanellope: ...? *glitches*
King Candy: Dear, thith whole romanthe you've invented, it justh proveth you're too naïve to be here! Come now, why in Sugar Rush would he like you? I mean, really. Look at you! You
IntroductionWreck-It Ralph: Fix-It Felix meets Vanellope for the first time. It doesn't end well.Introduction3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"So who's the dweeb?"
Ralph glanced up at the small girl seated on his shoulder, her arms folded over her chest as she scrutinized the maintenance man conversing (arguing) with Sergeant Calhoun with narrowed eyes and a petulant expression. The large man blinked. "Who, Felix? Why would"he paused, his eyes widening. "Oh, you never really met him, did you?"
"I don't wanna meet him," Vanellope said, though quietly enough so that Ralph didn't hear.
"Well I can fix that," Ralph continued, plucking the girl from his shoulder with ease, despite her small squeak of indignation, and placed her on the hardened chocolate floor. "Hey, Felix," he called, and the maintenance man tore himself away from his conversation, "There's someone here I want you to meet."
Excusing himself with a dramatic bow, Felix strolled over to them. "Yes?"
Ralph motioned for Vanellope to come forward, the girl having stepped beh
Wreck it Ralph Sick Day Part 2Ralph would never say that "going Turbo" was the worst thing he'd ever done. In fact, it had been the best. Life for him had never been better- new friends, new home, and a life where he was appreciated. He loved it all. The transition had been a little difficult, leaving his brick pile and moving into an apartment while his own home was being built. The ceiling was a little low, and he missed the outdoors just a tad. But other than that there hadn't been anything to truly complain about.Wreck it Ralph Sick Day Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, while he waited for the bricks he used to sleep in to be turned into a "Ralph Sized" home, he slept at the top of the apartment building- his favorite spot.
There hadn't been much to move into the apartment. A few boxes filled with random chords and sundry, another few boxes brimming with memorabilia from his game jumping. He'd placed his Hero's Duty medal (found by Felix during a romantic moonlit walk with Calhoun in the Niceland woods) on a bookshelf. The thing wasn't really that much of a weigh
Wreck it Ralph: Sick Day Part 3Nothing stopped Ralph from taking care of Vanellope. His game was now one of the more popular ones in the arcade- "retro", it was called- and Ralph was always on the job. Usually, he never let anything distract him, except maybe to wave across the arcade when he was lifted up, saying hello to a Bad-a-Non member or to Vanellope, as she accepted a metal. And Felix, though very happy, was always one to stick to the program. And so, when Ralph had told him that he'd have to 'wing it' for the next few days, Felix had panicked. But Ralph had had a nice long talk with the man,Wreck it Ralph: Sick Day Part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I dunno, Ralph," the hammer wielding man had said, wiggling on the spot.
"Well, I just can't send the kid back," Ralph had whispered into the hall from his spot in the doorway, trying not to wake up the sleeping Vanellope.
"But she won't be in her game tomorrow!"
Ralph waved him off. "It's a random roster. Sour Bill's got it under control. He'll be directing the races tonight . In fact, they might already be done by no