It was somewhat of a normal day in the candy kingdom of sugar rush. It was a weekend, a Saturday night to be exact, and Vanellope was bored. She sat in her room, looking around, trying to think of something to do. It would be a while still until Ralph came to play with her.

She continued looking around, and when inspiration didn't hit, she looked around some more. Finally her eyes, probably for the millionth time, fell upon her giant armoire, only this time they stayed there. She looked at it for a while and thought... And she thought... And she thought a little bit more. She then decided she was going to walk over to it and take a look inside.

She opened the doors of the giant closet like container, and shuffled through her many clothes, finding neat trinkets every now and then. With every trinket she found, she stuffed it in her sweater pocket. Eventually her pocket became so full and heavy it sunk below her waist. She stared down at it for a moment, then she started to grow a very tiny, soft looking smirk, as her brain hatched an idea.

She took everything out of her pocket and put it back where she had found it. Then, she took a whole bunch of shirts, and pants, and other clothing, stuffing them one by one underneath her sweater. She looked completely focused on the task, watching her chest grow bigger and bigger as more was stuffed into her sweater.

Finally, she stopped stuffing herself and started to shape the clothes that were under her sweater to look like two little lumps. Then there was a knock at the door. Thats when Ralph walked in.

"Hey, I'm here. Where are you, ya little booger?" Ralph greeted as he walked in. Stopping and looking around as he realized Vanellope was nowhere in site.

Vanellope looked over to Ralph and a smile ten miles wide grew upon her tiny face. She stood up and turned towards him. Then she shouted excitedly.

"Ralph, look!" Ralph looked over at her. Then, before he could comment, she yelled again.

"I have BOOBIES!"

The only response she got from Ralph was a burst of thunderous laughter, and a loud THUD from him falling of the floor. And that was good enough for her.

A/N: I just had to write this. I remember doing this with balloons as a kid. and honestly, who doesn't? lol. So this is my version of Vanellope's take on a clasic and typical, yet still funny, childhood story.