Mr.Litwak sighed once last time as he eyed Sugar Rush, again the source of his frustration and worry. His heart clearly on his shoulder, the old man walked emptily to towards the arcade's front door.

After one last longing look towards the candy game, the old man flipped off the automatic neon "open" sign and after stepping outside, he locked the door and then disappearing into the night and out of sight...

And that was then Wreck-It Ralph raced down the Nicelander's building, his heart filled with hope.

Once his feet reached the ground, he stumbled across the NiceLand grass.

That was taking it lightly, actually. It was really more like the huge giant man galloped. Stampeded.

Wreck-It Ralph flat-out barreled through Niceland. His large feet flattened the fresh, bright grass, and he ignored the way it tickled his bare feet as he tripped occasionally.

Because Wreck-It Ralph was now on an unstoppable mission...

To get to his best friend and little sister, Vanellope von Schweetz, go into the Internet, come what may, and save her game and the whole arcade again..to be a hero again.

And Ralph would indeed get into the Internet and get that steering wheel- no matter who or what stood in his way.

"Hey, kid!" he yelled out as he ran towards where Vanellope still laid sleeping, his huge feet stomping on the ground and shaking it in rough tremors.

Once he reached Vanellope and seeing she wasn't awake still, Ralph panted slightly as he jumped up and landed with a huge stomp, shaking the ground very violently under his own feet. "WAKE UP!" he screamed loudly, shaking the child that much more.

With the earth-shaking underneath her, Vanellope was less than startled awake, involuntarily glitching violently in the air with a startled yelp. Thankfully landing safely on Ralph's old stomp, the child then gasped for breath before she realized what (or who) it was that had suddenly awakened her.

She glared at Ralph sharply, angry at being woken up unexpectedly...not seeming to notice the excitement on his face as he placed his hands on his hips, a big, goofy grin on his face.

"Ralph, what is wrong with you?!" The girl hissed as she placed a hand over her fast beating, startled heart.

"Start churning butter, and put on your church shoes, little sister," Ralph told her as finger gunned at her excitedly, his face brighter and more excited than it was at any point earlier that same night.

As she stared at him blankly, Ralph suddenly spun in a circle and pointed up into the sky, the stars, and possibly far beyond anything either could see- clearly ready for their next courageous, grand adventure.

"'Cause we're about to BLAST OFF!"