作者：美国迪士尼
出版社：华东理工大学出版社有限公司
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Chapter 1
For the past six years, Wreck-It Ralph and Vanellope von Schweetz had been the best of friends. Every day, they worked as characters inside arcade games at Litwak's Family Fun Center and Arcade. Ralph played the Bad Guy in Fix-It Felix Jr., while Vanellope raced go-karts in a game called Sugar Rush. But each evening, after all the players had left and Mr. Litwak had closed the arcade, Vanellope and Ralph left their games behind and met up in Game Central Station. They would spend the rest of their time hanging out and goofing around together.
One night, as the two sat on their favorite bench, they played a different kind of game while other characters walked by.
“Okay, I spy with my little eye... something yellow and round, and... it eats dots,” said Ralph.
“Seriously, Ralph?” said Vanellope.
“Of course I'm serious.”
Vanellope knew exactly which character he was referring to.
“Why is that obvious?” Ralph asked.
Vanellope shook her head, amazed by Ralph's thought process.
Ralph and Vanellope hopped off the bench and walked through Game Central Station, making their way over to their favorite restaurant. Moments later, they were guzzling down soda at the counter, chatting about random things.
“Then he's like, ‘Stop stealing my food, Ralph.' And I go, ‘Your food? I don't see your name anywhere on these chili dogs.’”
“But were they his chili dogs?” asked Vanellope.
“Of course they were his chili dogs,” Ralph said.
After finishing their sweet drinks, the friends rode the train over to another video game. Along the way, they played rock, paper, scissors. On “shoot,” Vanellope made the scissors sign and Ralph held out both pinkies.
“What is that?” asked Vanellope.
“Pinky lasers,” said Ralph. “And pinky lasers destroy rock, paper, and scissors every time.” Ralph pretended to fire his imaginary lasers. “Pew-pew-pew-pew. You lose.”
“You're a loser,” joked Vanellope.
“Nicest thing you ever said to me,” Ralph declared with a smile.
Once they got to the video game, Ralph and Vanellope continued to goof off. The game was set inside a swamp, and there were lots of logs for them to roll on.
“Abandon ship! Man overboard!” shouted Vanellope. She laughed as she jumped to a nearby log, causing Ralph to flail and plunge face-first into the swamp.
Later, Ralph and Vanellope went for a visit inside a football game.
“Do you realize we're basically just zeroes and ones floating around the universe like tiny specks of dust?” asked Vanellope. Ralph and Vanellope looked up at the sky as they hung out on the fifty-yard line, tossing a football back and forth. “Like, doesn't the very nature of our existence make you wonder if there's more to life than this?”
“Why would I wonder if there's more to life when the life I got is perfect?” replied Ralph. For a moment, he thought back to before he met Vanellope, when he was wrecking buildings in Fix-It Felix Jr. and had no friends. “I mean, sure, it doesn't look so hot on paper. Y'know, I am just a Bad Guy who wrecks a building. And, yes, for twenty-seven years, I basically lived like a dirty bum without any friends... but now I got a best friend who just happens to be the coolest girl in this whole arcade.”
Vanellope smiled. “Aww, thanks, pal.”
Ralph punched the ball with his giant fist and it flew through the goalposts. “Home run!” he cheered. Then he turned to Vanellope. “Let's go watch the sunrise.”
As the sun began to peek over the horizon behind Litwak's, Vanellope and Ralph sat in Game Central Station, watching its light through an open socket, just like they did every morning.
“So, you're saying there's not one single, solitary thing about your life that you would change?” asked Vanellope, still thinking about what Ralph had said on the football field.
“Not one. It's flawless,” answered Ralph. “Think about it—you and me get to goof off all night long. Litwak shows up. We go to work. The arcade closes. Then we get to do it all over again. Only thing I might do different in that scenario would be not having to go to work. Other than that, I wouldn't change a thing.” Just then, the outside light disappeared. “Hey, where'd our sunrise go?”
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! A loud alarm blared. Litwak had just plugged something into the last remaining outlet in the power strip close to where Ralph and Vanellope sat.
Vanellope gasped. “That's the plug-in alert. Let's go see what it is!”
Chapter 2
Inside the arcade, Mr. Litwak stretched awkwardly as he bent to plug a new cord into the power strip.
A burst of excitement rushed through Game Central Station as the video-game characters began to chatter. Everyone was anxious to see what the new game was. They all dashed toward the plug to try to catch a glimpse.
“Hey, Felix, Calhoun—whadda we got gettin' plugged in here?” Ralph asked.
“Well, Sonic thinks it's going to be a new pinball machine,” Felix said. Then he turned to Calhoun. “What do you think, ladylove?”
“I bet you a shiny nickel it's a photo booth,” Calhoun replied.
“Please be a racing game, please be a racing game,” chanted Vanellope.
Everyone watched as the marquee above the plug finally lit up: Wi-Fi.
Ralph read the word aloud: “Whiffee? Wifey?”
A hedgehog from a video game smiled at Ralph. “It's actually pronounced ‘Wi-Fi,' Ralph,” he said.
“I know,” Ralph said defensively.
“And Wi-Fi is the Internet,” continued the kind hedgehog. “Which I've heard is an online community where human beings go to shop and play games and socialize. It's said to be a wondrous, miraculous place.”
“Fun!” Vanellope said.
Surge Protector stepped up with a stern look on his face, capturing everyone's attention. “Oh, no, it is not. That sign right there says ‘Wi-Fi'. What it should say is ‘DIE-Fi'.” Surge paused, waiting for the crowd to laugh, but everyone was silent. “Take the joke, guys,” he said. “But really, the Internet is nothing to laugh at. It is new and it is different; therefore, we should fear it. So keep out. And get to work. The arcade's about to open.”
Vanellope and Ralph lingered a bit as the crowd dispersed. “Figures,” Vanellope said with a sigh. “We finally get something new plugged in and we're not even allowed to go there.”
“Totally not fair,” said Ralph.
“A new racing game would have been cool,” she said with a shrug.
“Something wrong with your game?” asked Ralph.
“No,” said Vanellope. “It's just—every bonus level's been unlocked. I know every shortcut. I'd kill for a new track.”
“New track?” said Ralph. “You've already got three options.”
“Yeah, I know. But don't you ever wish something new and different would happen in your game?”
“No,” he answered immediately. He didn't even have to think about it.
“Well, agree to disagree,” said Vanellope.
“I don't want to disagree,” said Ralph.
“No, it's just something you say to end an argument.”
“We're arguing? I don't wanna argue.”
“Relax, relax. You're making it worse. Go to work. I'll see you tonight, dung merchant,” said Vanellope, turning away.
“All right,” said Ralph. They both walked off toward their games, but then Ralph looked back, thinking about what Vanellope had said. “She wants a new track—she'll get a new track.” Ralph smiled as a great plan fell right into his brain. He knew just what to do.
Chapter 3
Later that day, a girl named Swati and her friends were playing in the arcade at Litwak's. Swati put a few quarters into Sugar Rush and sat in the driver's seat. Her friend Nafisa watched as she prepared to play.
“Pick Vanellope,” Nafisa said. “She's got the best super power.”
“Yeah, the glitch,” said Swati. “I love her.”
Inside Sugar Rush, Vanellope's name was plastered all over the leaderboard. It seemed she won every time!
Vanellope sat in her car at the starting line along with Taffyta and the other racers. The Sugar Rush announcer's voice spoke up as the girls prepared to compete: “Drivers, start your engines.”
“You're gonna lose today, princess,” said Taffyta, giving Vanellope a nasty look.
“While I am technically a princess, Taffyta, I'd rather you just think of me as Vanellope—the racer who's about to kick your butt,” said Vanellope.
The announcer spoke again, ending their conversation. “Three, two, one ... GOOOOOOO!”
The racers hit their pedals and were off! Taffyta took the lead as Vanellope glitched her way through traffic, disappearing and reappearing farther and farther ahead of the rest of the pack.
“Excuse me, pardon me, coming through,” Vanellope said as she passed one racer after another with ease. When she approached the Gumball Challenge, everything happened as usual. Huge gumballs rolled down a steep hill straight for her, but because she knew the track inside and out, it wasn't challenging for her at all. “One, two, and three gumballs.” She effortlessly made her way around each one.
Taffyta still had the lead, but Vanellope easily caught up. When Taffyta spotted her, Vanellope leaned back in her seat and snored loudly. Then she perked up and said, “I'm sorry. I must have fallen asleep. Am I winning?” With a grin, Vanellope blasted past Taffyta.
Taffyta wailed as she fell to second place.
Vanellope safely rounded a turnout of the Gumball Challenge.
“And that's Vanellope with a huge lead!” said the announcer. “No one's gonna catch her now!”
In the meantime, Ralph, hidden away in the distance, was working on a new track. “Here she comes,” he said to himself excitedly. “She's gonna love this. Right on time.”
Soon Vanellope noticed three billboards.
The first one read looking for something new?
The second said and different?
And finally: then take this track...
Vanellope smiled as she read each one. She knew right away it was the handiwork of her best friend. “Ralph, you old son of a gun!” she said gleefully. “I'd say I've got time for a little detour.” She steered her car toward the new track.
In the arcade, Swati noticed she was heading for something she'd never seen before. “Hey, look. I think I unlocked a new track!”
Vanellope went off-road onto Ralph's bumpy homemade track. There were candy-cane tree obstacles in unexpected places and super-dangerous jumps. As Vanellope went over the track, she howled with delight. “Wa-hoo! Thank you, Ralph!”
“You're welcome!” Ralph yelled, thrilled that Vanellope was enjoying his creation.
In the arcade, Nafisa urged Swati on. “Get back up there—you're going to lose!”
Swati yanked the wheel hard to the left, trying to get Vanellope back onto the regular track, but it wasn't working. “What's wrong with this thing?” she said, struggling to control the Vanellope racer. She pulled hard at the wheel again, and this time the whole thing came right off!
Vanellope rounded another turn and rocketed over the new track, hooting the entire way. “Wa-hoooooo!” She was having the time of her life... until suddenly, her tire hit a bump wrong, causing her to crash! Her car tumbled into a ditch and landed in a puddle of mud.
“Kid!” Ralph shouted, running to her. “Oh, man. I'm so sorry!” he said. “Are you okay?”
“Oh my gosh,” Vanellope said. “That was so much fun! What an amazing track! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She hugged Ralph tightly, still exhilarated by the new course.
Ralph smiled and took his hero medal out from underneath his shirt. “You're welcome. You know I take my duty as your hero very seriously.”
“You took a serious doodie where?” Vanellope joked.
Taffyta appeared on a hill above them with her hands on her hips. “Vanellope, get up here,” she said in a serious tone. “We have a situation.”
In the arcade, Swati held the steering wheel up apologetically to Mr. Litwak as other kids stood nearby watching her.
“Mr. Litwak, the Vanellope racer wasn't working, and I think maybe I turned the wheel too hard,” Swati said. “I'm real sorry.”
“Oh, it's okay, Swati,” said Litwak, taking the steering wheel from her and stepping toward the game. “I think I can get it back on pretty easily.”
Inside Sugar Rush, Vanellope and all the other racers stood around nervously talking to each other. Taffyta turned to Ralph. “What did you do?” she said angrily.
“He was just trying to make the game more exciting. Leave him alone,” said Vanellope.
Ralph poked his head onto the game screen to see what was going on in the arcade. “Yeah, why don't you relax, Taffyta? Litwak will fix it.”
“All right, on you go...,” said Mr. Litwak as he began to put the wheel back on the game. But when he tried to force it, the wheel broke—into two pieces!
“Um. Okay,” said Ralph inside Sugar Rush. “Still not a problem. Obviously, he'll just order a new part.”
Outside the game, Mr. Litwak's face fell. “Well, I'd order a new part,” he said to the crowd of kids now gathered around, “but the company that made Sugar Rush went out of business years ago.”
The kids were aghast.
“I'll try to find one on the Internet,” said one kid, looking down at his phone.
All the kids dropped their heads as they began to do the same, searching their phones for a new steering wheel.
“Good luck,” Mr. Litwak said. “That'll be like finding a needle in a—”
“I found one,” said Swati cheerfully. “See, eBay has a wheel, Mr. Litwak.” Swati held her phone up to show him.
“Really? Great,” he said.
“See?” said Ralph inside the game. “Those kids have it under control.”
Mr. Litwak adjusted his glasses as he read the information about the steering wheel on the phone. “Are you kidding me?” he scoffed. “How much? That's more than this game makes in a year.” Mr. Litwak sighed. “I hate to say it, but my salvage guy is coming on Friday, and it might be time to sell Sugar Rush for parts.”
The kids groaned as Mr. Litwak headed around to the back of the machine.
Ralph's eyes popped. “Litwak's gonna unplug your game!” he shouted. “Go. Run, run, run!” Ralph, Vanellope, and everyone else hurried out as chaos filled Sugar Rush.
Mr. Litwak yanked on the plug, trying to remove it.
Out in Game Central Station, Surge Protector was whistling to himself when suddenly the stampede of Sugar Rush characters tumbled out, filling the station in a flash.
“Gangway!” a couple of donut cops named Winchell and Duncan shouted as they trampled over Surge.
“What are you doing out of your game, for Peter's sake?” asked Surge, shocked and confused. “The arcade's open!”
“Sugar Rush is getting unplugged,” Ralph explained.
Stressed Sugar Rush citizens continued to run every which way as Mr. Litwak jiggled the plug to get it out of the socket.
“We're homeless!” cried the donut cops.
“Calm down! Calm down!” said Surge, trying to collect himself.
“Oh, jeez. I'm freaking out hard,” said Sour Bill, who, even when panicked, spoke in a low, deadpan voice.
“I've never seen this many gameless characters!” said Surge.
Vanellope stepped up to Surge. “Where are we supposed to go?”
“Stay here, I guess, until the arcade closes,” he said. “Then we'll figure out where the heck we're gonna put you.”
Worry and fear filled Vanellope, and she began to glitch. Different parts of her started disappearing and then reappearing rapidly. She couldn't believe it. Her game was gone.
Chapter 4
Later that night, Vanellope sat on the rooftop inside Fix-It Felix Jr., resting her chin in her hands and staring out into the dark, quiet arcade. It was depressing to see the Sugar Rush console sitting by the front door, waiting to be picked up by Mr. Litwak's salvage guy.
Ralph bumbled onto the roof carrying food and camping supplies. “Okay, here we go,” he said cheerfully. “I raided Gene's fridge. Good news—he has pie! Oh, and I took a bunch of his pillows and junk. I'm thinking we can make a fort up here. Or a yurt. Or we could stack the pillows and make an igloo. A pillow igloo. A pigloo!” He began stacking pillows. “So whaddya think, kid? Fort, yurt, or the obvious best choice, pigloo?”
But Vanellope didn't respond. She continued to stare out at her game, sad and lost in thought. Finally, she said quietly, “I can't believe I don't have a game anymore. What am I gonna do all day?”
“Are you kidding?” said Ralph. “That's the best part. You sleep in, you do no work, then you hang out with me every night. I've literally just described paradise.”
“But I loved my game,” said Vanellope.
“Oh, come on,” said Ralph. “You were just bellyaching about the tracks being too easy.”
Vanellope looked up at her friend. “That doesn't mean I didn't love it. Sure, it was predictable, but still... I never really knew what might happen in a race. And it's that... it's that feeling—the not-knowing-what's-coming-next feeling—that's the stuff. That feels like life to me, and if I'm not a racer anymore... who am I?”
“You're my best friend,” said Ralph.
“That's not enough,” said Vanellope.
“Hey,” said Ralph, wounded by her words.
“No, I just...” Vanellope started to glitch.
“Are you—are you okay?” asked Ralph, concerned.
“It's fine. I'm fine. It's nothing.” Vanellope took a few deep breaths and managed to stop glitching. “I'm sorry,” she continued. “I know I'm being weird. I think maybe I just need to be alone right now.” Vanellope hung her head and turned away.
“Oh,” said Ralph. “Okay. I'll meet you over at our favorite restaurant in a little while.” He watched helplessly as she walked away.
Down below, Felix and Calhoun's apartment was packed with Sugar Rush characters, as well as some characters from other games.
Felix addressed the group. “All right, we've found good homes for so many of our chums from Sugar Rush. And we're just hoping a few more of you will open your doors and your hearts to those in need.”
Gene pointed at Sour Bill as he stirred his drink. “That large green olive will fit in nicely with my décor,” he said.
“I'm a sour ball,” said Sour Bill bluntly.
“Well, beggars can't be choosers, can they?” said Gene. “Come along, condiment.” He gestured for Sour Bill to join him.
“Mmm-kay,” said Sour Bill as he followed Gene out of the apartment.
“Marvelous,” Felix replied. “That just leaves the racers, ten spirited youngsters looking for a home.” He knew Vanellope would stay with Ralph.
The Sugar Rush racers lined up against the wall.
“We're, like, adorable,” Taffyta said in the most unconvincing way.
“So, any takers?” asked Felix. Silence fell across the room as the remaining characters averted their eyes. No one was willing to take the colorful racers. “Anyone?” he repeated.
Calhoun grabbed Felix's hand and smiled at him. “Felix, I know we've never really talked about a family before...”
“I know,” said Felix, understanding what Calhoun was suggesting. “And it does feel like the kind of thing you just jump into with both feet and nary a plan.”
Just like that, they'd made their decision. Calhoun turned to the others and announced, “Felix and I will give them sanctuary!”
Surge Protector nearly spit up his drink. “Can I have a word with you two?”
Felix and Calhoun looked at each other and then followed Surge into the kitchen. He closed the blinds and turned to them dramatically. “I get it. You've been married six years; you're looking to spice things up. But trust me, this is the wrong kind of spice. Those things are basically feral.”
Calhoun stepped up to face Surge. “Pardon me, sir, but those youngsters are lambs in need of two kind, caring shepherds.”
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