Bloopers Falling from the Sky

(Disclaimer: I don't own Wreck-it Ralph.)

Ralph punched the glass on the tower in Hero's Duty. He brought his hand back to punch it again. But he brought it back too far, lost his balance on the admittedly narrow ledge, and fell off.

Calhoun and Felix turned when they heard him screaming. "This is going to leave a mark." Calhoun said.

"Uh . . . I can fix it?" Felix said.

"Cut."

"Oh no. I gl-gl" Jubileena started to say, staggering like she was supposed to. Then she tripped on her own feet and smashed into the ground.

"Cut."

"All hail, the rightful ruler of Sugar Rush." Sour Bill said in his usual monotone voice. "King Candy."

King Candy leapt out from behind the curtain. "Hello-ohhh!" He'd leapt too far and missed the podium on the way back down, falling all the way to the ground instead.

"Cut!"

Vanellope screamed. Then she turned around and ran away. Ralph started chasing after her through the cars. The problem was, he tripped over one of the cars and crash landed on one of the other ones. Candlehead screamed. "You broke my car!"

Ralph lifted himself part way back up, revealing bits of Candlehead's car stuck on his green taffy coating. "That's wreck!" He corrected. "I wrecked your car!"

Candlehead screamed again. "Eww! My car is stuck to your gross skin!" She burst into tears.

"Cut!"

"Should've locked him up when we had the chance." Sour Bill said.

"Locked him up?" Felix demanded.

"Won't be making the same mistake with you." He reached for the rope, but his hand missed it. He reached a little farther, and fell to the side.

Felix leaned in. "You okay?" He asked.

"Cut!"

"Won't be making the same mistake with you." Sour Bill said. He reached for the rope. This time he found it. He pulled. Nothing happened. He pulled again. Still nothing. Felix looked down.

"Cut!"

"Won't be making the same mistake with you." Sour Bill pulled the rope. Nothing happened. Again. He sighed.

"Here, let me take a look at it." Felix offered. The two switched places. Felix grabbed the rope and gave it an experimental tug. Sour Bill fell through the trap door. "Oh my land!"

"CUT!"

"Who are you?!" Vanellope asked in fear.

"I'm Turbo." Turbo leaned forward. He leaned too far forward and fell out of his own car into Vanellope's. They kept moving. Turbo's eyes lit up. "I didn't know my car drove itself." He said in excitement.

"Cut! Cut! Cut!"

Ralph shoved Turbo the cybug out of the way. Turbo smashed onto his back. Ralph faced palmed. "Really Turbo?"

"Ralph!" Turbo hissed, waving his extra limbs, "That fall was actually part of the script!"

Ralph looked like he was having an epiphany moment. "It was?"

"What does Vanellope say again? Oh yeah. Sweet mother of monkey milk cut!"