Code Breaker Chapter Five

V. Turnabout


Turbo was beside himself with joy.

He listened intently as Vanellope told him the combination. He had no idea what she had to go through in order to change it. Of all the things he’d said to her that day, he was right about one thing. She had entered the Code Room. Not only was it the most awe inspiring thing she’d ever seen, it was also the most treacherous. She would’ve rather drove her go-cart down the steepest slope on Ice Scream Mountain.

She wasn’t as verst in encoding as Turbo was. The place itself was very strange too her, plus there was no gravity. In fact, she had to be supported by a length of licorice rope tied to her waist. Then there was the fear of upsetting the balance of the game itself. Just one wrong move could send the entire world of Sugar Rush into a glitching fit  

Vanellope herself was sweating bullets as she was suspended in that vast area of weightlessness. Confronted by that huge ball of code boxes and wiring. It truly was a web of information. The kind of stuff that wasn’t meant to be played with. Even she knew the basics of programming. Like her and everyone in Sugar Rush. Their existence depended on it. Everything from a go-cart to a Peppermint Tree survived off its code.

What happened to Vanellope was a result of her own code being tempered with. She didn’t want the same thing to happen to anyone else. So, she was very cautious when approaching that stream of programming.

Everything down to the color pallet was nestled within. Thousands of lines of ones and zeros locked together in a constant flow of energy. Vanellope left like a lone balloon in the center of an uncharted universe. The funny thing was, she was in her own galaxy and it frightened her more then anything she’d ever encountered. Not to mention she was alone. Left without a guide or the knowledge she needed. It was like walking on a path of sharp instruments without protection.

The box she wanted was buried deep inside the enormous sphere. Tucked away, wrapped around numerous other code boxes was the Door Sequencer. The very makeup of the Code Room’s entrance was governed by it. Somewhere within it was the combination. All she had to do was locate and reconfigure it. A job easier too pretend then to actually accomplish.

She felt like a small fish surrounded by sharks. Swimming through all that code and wire. At least the glowing, blue tubes of cycled energy helped her to navigate. Thankfully everything was set in
a state of perpetual suspension. Nothing really moved except her. It made what she had to do a little easier, but not by much.

The Door Sequencer’s Box was now before her. Two, light taps would open it revealing its codex.
Each box contained six to a hundred tiny panels. Each one contained a portion of the whole code. Knowing which one to choose was the hard part. Vanellope would have to scan the entire code in order to find the right now. It was defiantly a hay stack situation and the needle was well hidden.

Vanellope had lost all sense of time, for the Code Room itself was a space outside of normal existence. It had no real stasis of being itself. Because it was part of the game, yet not within the actual playing field. The Code Room lived in a separate reality. A program could send days inside and only be gone for mere seconds. Real Time didn’t exist and therefore had no purpose inside its boundaries.

Once she had achieved her goal, she said goodbye to the Code Room. Upon her return, she told only Sour Bill about the change, though she kept the actual combination too herself.

She figured that Turbo might return, as impossible as that sounded. If he did manage to survive, as she now knew he had. His knowledge of encoding was beyond anyone’s intelligence. He could become anyone from any game. That was why the combination stayed with her and only her. Yet, if Turbo could become any program he desired. Could he not have taken over Vanellope’s avatar as well?

This was a question that both Rancis and Candlehead thought as they made their way towards the Throne Room. Such a mischievous one as him would’ve jumped at the chance of becoming President of Sugar Rush. However, there were things that not even Turbo could’ve known about. Fail safes that had been engineered by the Programmers themselves.

It was never known if the exploits of Turbo had reached the outside world. Some believed it had. Because, although the older games like Fix-It Felix Jr. Didn’t have them. Newer games we programmed with what was called a Safety Net Protocol. This limited the cause for glitches and viruses to reek havoc on a program or the entire game. Basically, this codex, which was hidden within the actual matrix of The Master Program (The Code Room) itself. No virus could reach it and if it did, most of the program had already been deleted in the process.

Its function was quite simple. If a virus happened to invade and damage a program or programs. The virus would only be able to do this once. Much like an inoculation. The Safety Net produces a protective barrier around that program. The barrier is only activated after the program is attacked. Simply put, Turbo couldn’t use Vanellope’s avatar even if he wanted too. Even she had to thank The Programmer for small favors.


Sadly, it couldn’t prevent him from entering the Code Room. He would simply use Taffyta’s avatar to gain admittance. The Master Program would acknowledge her code and allow entry. Not even the Safety Net Protocol could prevent this. As horrible as it was, Turbo had finally won.

He would enter the Code Room and make himself a new Avatar. Once he had accomplished this, it would only be a matter of time before he changed certain aspects of the game. He would corrupt the memories of all the programs, set them against their former leader. Once she was overthrown, he would take the throne once more. Vanellope would be banished to Diet Cola Mountain. Sugar Rush would be his once more. Of course, even Vanellope knew he wouldn’t stop their. He would slowly take over the entire arcade. It would be a dark day at Lipwak’s when this happened.

“Shall we go in?”, Turbo said as he pushed Vanellope forward.

“Leave her alone ”, Rancis cried. “She’s done nothing too you that you haven’t already done yourself ”

Turbo gazed at the blonde boy with the brown, french silk jacket with gold stripes at the wrists. “Why Rancis.”, he said charmingly. “You should be thanking me for this. By the time I’ve corrected the wrongs inflicted upon this game by Von Schweetz. You all will praise my name. It will be as if none of this had ever happened.”

Candlehead wanted to know what would become of their president.

He calmly replied, telling her she would be locked away, for her own good, naturally. He stressed that there was nothing to worry about.

Now Candlehead wasn’t stupid. She had a feeling things would get a whole lot worse before the day was over. She wanted to do something. Knock Taffyta out until they could free her from Turbo’s influence. However, that wasn’t going to be easy. Simply knocking her out wouldn’t solve anything. In fact, it could make matters worse. After all, Taffyta’s true conscience was still active. She was merely restrained deep within her code. Plus, Vanellope told them not to interfere. What happened would happen. She only asked that they trust her.

Turbo admired her courage. Such untold bravery for someone that was about to be dethroned for good.

Repeating what Sour Bill had done before. He twisted the ornament on the right arm of the throne. The secret passage opened up and all four went down into the darkened depths of the concealed passage. Their footfalls echoed through the enclosed hall. Turbo could barely contain himself. His glory was only meters away. As they came into the well light tunnel, he ordered Vanellope to open the door. He made it quite clear that if she didn’t obey, both her and her friends would suffer.

Slowly, the President of Sugar Rush walked up to the control pad. The sequence wasn’t as hard as Turbo initially thought. Only some of the original combination had been switched. Instead of up,
up, down, down; it became up, right, down, left. This was repeated twice. The A and B button combination had been turned around. Vanellope pressed the A button, then the B button. She did this twice and then pressed Select instead of Start.

There was a low humming noise as the door split in two, as the dark bluish abyss welcomed them.

‘At last  It’s mine. The Code Room and all its secrets  It’s all mine  ’, Turbo cackled too himself.

Rancis and Candlehead stared out into the opened area. They seemed hypnotized by the sight itself. It was Vanellope that held them back. Once again she assured them that all would be fine. Turbo himself shared their enthusiasm, but not as they had hoped. True, he would change things but not for the better. All three of them knew this. For with Turbo in control once more, things would go back to the dark times. Back to the oppression of a soulless program, with a cold hard drive.

They could see it now. The candy people would be subjected to cruelty unless they bowed to his authority. The racers would be allowed to race but never win The Winner’s Cup. Anyone that objected or even tried to win a race would be imprisoned. And this was just the icing on the cake. They dared not think too much on it. All they really knew was that it would make the Cy-Bug invasion look like a Gummy Bear’s picnic.

Turbo, with a smile as wide as Cheshire Cat, looped some licorice around Taffyta’s waist and flew into the gapping entrance. The place sang too him as he took it all in. His glorious triumph just inches from actuality.

As for the real Taffyta, she felt so bad no words could describe it. The poor girl was literally drowning in her sorrow. She felt like she had let everyone down. Thanks to her own greed, she had helped curse Sugar Rush for all time. That’s when she heard the treacherous voice of her captor.


“Why so glum, Taffyta? You should be proud of what you’ve done. You have helped me change the course of Arcade History.”

“So what  ? You tricked me  Made me do terrible things and for what? So you could take control of something that was never yours  ? I heard what you plan to do too me. You intend to throw me away like a discarded floppy disk ”

Turbo shrugged, “I understand. Being neglected isn’t very enjoyable. Not to worry. I shall construct a statue of your image. I shall never forget the sacrifice you have made, so that my glory could be realized.”

Taffyta wanted to shout and scream at him, but it would do no good. All she could do was wait, wait until she was nothing more then living energy. It was her fate and surprisingly enough, she had excepted it.


The gloved hands reached out to touch the Code Boxes. They were all his now. Every code, every circuit was his to control. He would start with his own Code Box. He would create a permeant home for his program. All he needed was the Main Frame. This one was located within the middle of the webbed sphere of knowledge. Just two, light taps and his mission would be complete.

Eager to have a body of his own, he opened the large codex, only to be dazed by a piercing, blue light. The blinding flash of energy caused Turbo to be temporally distracted

As he was suffering the effects of the light, both him and Taffyta started to separate. Something within the Code Room was reacting to his attempt at interactivity. Like a ball of yarn being unraveled. Both programs came apart. Taffyta retrieved her avatar, but Turbo became as he was. A ball of light, unable to feel, taste or touch. His formless prison had returned.

What’s happening  ?”, he roared in anger.

Vanellope took some access licorice and wrapped it around her waist. She told the other two to hold on tight as she jumped into the Code Room. She had to get Taffyta out.

As always, Turbo was persistent and went after the two programs. In the state Taffyta was in, it would be easy to take over her avatar. Vanellope knew this all too well. Grabbing her right hand, she pulled Taffyta towards the entrance. She could hear Turbo curse at her from a distance. The same space was being narrowed as the enraged ball of light charged at them.

Rancis and Candlehead pulled with all their might. The situation was far more critical then they could imagine. Only one program could enter the Code Room at a time. Too many would cause confusion within the Master Program. This would lead to defense measures that not even Vanellope cared to think of.


This was the reason that King Candy went in alone. The same reason she went solo her first and only time. And as they neared the opening, she could feel Turbo closing in on them. His voice like a raging storm. He demanded that she give him Taffyta or suffer the consequences.


There were consequences, but neither of the girls would be facing them. And as both fell through the doorway, Vanellope stood up and faced the menacing program known as, Turbo.

“Your not going anywhere, Buttface ”, she said with a sneer.

“Stand aside little one, it is your friend I seek. Give her too me or I shall destroy this game’s system  ”, Turbo howled.


The President wouldn’t back down. Outstretching her arms, she created a barrier between her and her companions. She knew full well that he couldn’t effect her in anyway. He’d tried that before and once was all the Master Program would allow.

Despite this, Turbo floated before her , undaunted. “Give her too me or you and the rest of your kind will suffer ”

She refused.  Instead, she told him that it was he who was about to suffer.

In his current state he was useless. Turbo could make all the idol threats he wanted, but was helpless to carry any of them out. He was finished. No one would ever have to fear him again.

Of all his knowledge dealing with the Code Room, he had overlooked something. Thanks to the Safety Net Protocol, he wasn’t allowed access to the Main Frame. The flash of light that had paralyzed, and separate him from Taffyta. This was the Defense Program’s doing. It had sensed Turbo ever since he entered the Code Room. It had singled out the threat and pulled the two programs apart. Now that Taffyta was free, Turbo had no outer source. With Vanellope blocking the exit, the one program he couldn’t invade. He was trapped within the Code Room.

“Candlehead, would you be kind enough to press any button on that pad, please?”, she said with a grin.

Once she had pressed one of the buttons, the halves of the entrance slowly became one. And with a final cry of anger, Turbo was sealed inside the Code Room.

Vanellope stared at the closed entrance with a smile. At long last the one called Turbo was defeated, and for good this time. Peace had finally come back to the arcade. No more would Turbo infect Sugar Rush or any other game. Yet, some questioned his imprisonment. He was, in fact, sealed inside the Code Room.

Candlehead herself spoke openly about her fears. Was it not possible that he could do damage even if he was locked away.


Vanellope understood where she was going with this. After Turbo sailed into the cola beacon, she too had her doubts. This was why she went into the Code Room in the first place. For whatever reason, she felt he may return. This was why she switched the combination around. Without this he would never gain access to the one place in Sugar Rush that could aid him in his conquest.

“But he’s in their. Right now he could be smashing every code box.”, Candlehead cried.

“It’s okay, really.”, Vanellope said. “He can’t do anything, not in his current condition.”

“But how did Taffyta escape from him? He told us that he and her were one. So how could she ever get rid of the jerk?”, Rancis asked.

She wasn’t sure how to explain it. She hardly knew exactly what had happened. What she did know she learned when she had entered the Code Room all those cycles ago. While inside, she felt a presence. An invisible force that seemed to stare directly at her. She could only describe it as some kind of guardian. A formless protector that patrolled the Code Room. It had no name,
none known too her. Still, she felt safe, as if this being had allowed her passage. It must have sensed what she was doing, knew she was doing it for the safety of the game and its programs.

“You mean the game itself attacked Turbo?”, Candlehead asked.

“Makes sense too me. Why else would the game attack one of its own programs, unless it felt threatened by it. Whatever it was, it took care of Turbo. He will never again harm another program. All that I ask of you two, is that you never saying anything about this place to anyone else. As long as Turbo rremains in the Code Room, we are safe.”

They agreed. For none wanted to witness the insanity that had almost befallen all. And so, with the help of the other three, Taffyta was carried out of the Code Hall and brought back to her room.

*****

Taffyta awoke with a start. Her head hurt somewhat and her avatar ached. She recalled some of what had happened prior to the black out. She remembered being inside a cage without walls. Her program had been taken over by some unseen force. She couldn’t recall much more, only that she had done wrong.

The door to her room opened and Sour Bill came in. He noticed the girl was sitting up in bed. He asked how she was feeling.

“My head is still fuzzy. How long was I asleep?”

“Several days, I’m afraid.”, the monotone candy man spoke.

‘Days!?’, she thought too herself.

Sour Bill carried a plate of food and placed it on the tray next too her bed. His voice turned very sullen. He informed her that President Vanellope would like to see her in her office. That is, after she had regained her composure fully.

The thought of meeting Vanellope in her office brought back another memory. It was hard to deduce as she was not herself at that time. It had something to do with her avatar. She tried to remember but the strain was too much for her. Taffyta ended up laying back down.
As Sour Bill left her room, he told her to at least try and eat something. He would hate to bring back a full plate to the Royal Kitchen. The cook would be most displeased and he so hated the sound of pots and pans being thrown around.

*****

The strawberry loving girl had awoke and feeling better then ever. She dreaded going to the President’s Office, but she knew it had to be done. And so, after putting on some clean cloths, she ventured up to the fourth floor.

At the end of a small hallway, on the right side was the President’s Office. It was quiet, too quiet for her liking. She could only dread what awaited her. With some courage, she rapped on the door. The cheerful voice of one Vanellope Von Schweetz called for her to enter.

Taffyta took in a deep breath and walked inside. “You wanted to talk too me?”, she asked sheepishly.

Vanellope nodded and asked her how she was feeling.

Apart from some light dizzy spells, she seemed okay and ready to race. Which was part of what the president wanted to discuss with her. From what Sour Bill had told her, Taffyta’s memory was still a bit shaky. There was no call in trying to bring everything up all at once. This would only confuse the girl. She thought it best to bring up the conversation they had last time.

Taffyta could only remember bits and pieces. She thought it had something to do with racing and her avatar. She would be right. According to her records she was winning race after race, regardless if a Player had chosen her or not.

Now that it was brought out into the open, she did recall some of those races. Was she really going to blame her for them? It was Turbo who had planted the thoughts in her, or at least that’s what she thought. Other then that, she was innocent. Taffyta tried to plead with Vanellope. Telling her it wasn’t her fault. Turbo had made her do most of what she was accused of. She did admit she was mad at herself and wanted to win a race. Her own selfishness had allowed Turbo to take over her program.

The President sided with her on many of the charges. She knew full well that the real Taffyta would never purposefully risk a Player’s chance at taking the Winner’s Cup. She also knew that Taffyta would never stoup to torture. However, she would have to pay for some of the crimes
committed against the game. Therefore, Vanellope had suggested that her avatar be suspended for four days.

“Are you serious  ? I can’t be apart of the Chews Your Racers Roster for four days!!?”, she cried.

Taffyta was at the verge of tears over this. After everything she had gone through, she was still expelled from the roster. It didn’t seem fair. It was Turbo not her that had done all the bad stuff. Why did she have to be punished for something she had no control over?
The girl was so distraught that she fell to her knees, tears starting to bubble up in her eyes.

“Alright, alright. I won’t suspend your avatar. And for Good and Plenty’s sake, don’t cry ”, Vanellope spoke.


Taffyta felt relieved. Then again, she couldn’t let her walk away either. Vanellope was willing to drop the charges and the suspension, if Taffyta agreed to a more subtle punishment.

“And that would be?”, she asked nervously.

“Oh, nothing too bad.”, Vanellope replied before honking the Happy Horn.

Taffyta thought the noise marker looked familiar. She was about to ask if it was the same horn she pulled off her makeshift cart all those cycles ago. Unfortunately, she was interrupted by the appearance of one, Sour Bill.

“You honked, my lady?”, he asked coldly.

“Yes I did my royal chum. Now be so kind as to bring in the dohickey.”

Sour Bill looked at both girls with the same, unhappy gaze. He made a jest about how happy it would make him to do so.

Vanellope always enjoyed his jokes, even when they weren’t meant to be funny.

The little round piece of joyous misery went back behind a curtain. A rather unpleasant squeaking came from behind the closed off section of the room. Once more the joyless candy sphere came back pulling an object behind him. His face showed the strain it took to bring the contraption into the open.

Vanellope could see he was having troubles and went over to help. The poor, little guy was dripping with artificially flavored sweat. “Have I told how many times I hate my job?”, he asked.

“Millions and thank you Sour Bill.”, she said with a smile.

“My pleasure, if it actually was, that is. Now if you don’t mind. I’m going to find a corner and cry in it.”

“Okay, but if you mess up the floor, your cleaning it up.”, the president giggled.

Taffyta stared at the ominous thing. It looked like a chair of some kind, though she had no idea what the front of it was used for. If it was a foot rest, it was the weirdest one she’d ever seen. The way the top was split remained her of the thing Turbo had put Rancis and Candlehead in. She didn’t know what it was called. Judging by the curved cut outs on both the top and bottom sections. Something obviously went inside but she was afraid to ask.

“Have a seat.”, Vanellope said, patting the fudge padded chair.

“You want we to sit in that thing? Why?”, Taffyta asked, finding all of this suspicious.

“Will you just sit down. It’s not going to bite you, Taffyta ”

It wasn’t the seat that concerned her, it was the clamping part that looked like it wanted to chop down on something, or someone. Nevertheless, she decided she would humor her leader and sat down.

The seat was quite comfortable, as was the back. This may not have been such a bad thing after all. That is until Vanellope asked her to put her feet up on the curved indentations.

She wasn’t sure what kind of game she was playing. Then again, anything would be better then losing her chance at being a Roster Racer. And so, Taffyta put her feet up only to have the top portion come down, locking her feet in the circular spaces.

“Hey ? What is this  ?”, she cried.

Vanellope said not a word and locked the stocks in place.

This only added to the aggravation. Taffyta demanded to know why she was doing this too her. What purpose would putting her in this ridiculous thing achieve? Too Vanellope, it would make up for what happened to Rancis and Candlehead.

Taffyta objected, telling her that it was Turbo and not her that had done that.

“True, but you still have to be punished for cheating on those races, and for calling your president a Dummy Butt.”

“What  ? I never called you a Dummy Butt  ”, Taffyta exclaimed.

“Relax, I was just saying that in case you started calling me that.”, she smiled.

Taffyta wondered why she would call her any names. Of course, if she didn’t release her she would have to start. Because if Vanellope thought she would leave her in the stocks, she had another thing coming. There was no way she could get away with this and it didn’t seem like Vanellope to do such a crazy, immature thing. If only she knew the truth.
She wasn’t going to just leave her in them. Doing such a thing would be against her code. She did plan to play with her though. Though Taffyta had no idea what that meant. There was no game that she could think of, that could be played in such a contraption. Not a two player game that is.

Before Taffyta could say another word, her boots were removed.

“What the fudge are you......?”, she began to say, until she saw the look in Vanellope’s brown eyes. “You wouldn’t...You couldn’t...Not that  ”, she cried.

“Maybe”, Vanellope teased, as she dragged a finger down the sole of Taffyta’s left foot.

A small EEP came from the girl’s lips. Vanellope thought she heard her tell her not to. All that did was make her want to see just how ticklish her feet really were.

It began with the short drag of a finger tip. Now she was playfully poking the soft sole. Each, tiny jab to the pink flesh made Taffyta squeak. Vanellope thought she could use her for a new happy Horn.

She didn’t like the sound of that and scold at her. Those big, blue eyes narrowing in frustration.

“Let’s see which part is the most ticklish.”, Vanellope giggled.

Taking her fingers, she wiggled them on each part of the foot. Every time she did this, Taffyta would squeak and giggle. Her heel seemed very effective, but not as bad as her instep. Then again, she really went nuts once she got close to her toes.

“We have a winner candies and gentlemen ”, she said.

“No, please  Please not their  I’ll do anything you want. I’ll make your bed, wash your cloths, change the syrup in your cart engine. Anything, just don’t tIIIICKLEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEEEEEEHEEEE   ”

Vanellope almost laughed herself as the four, wiggling digits attacked the peach colored piggies.
Next, she went to her right foot and started all over.

By now, Taffyta was laughing and unable to stop. Her right foot was just as sensitive as the left one. Once again, her little Tickle Meter went berserk when her toes were tickled. Her voice sang out with fits of giggles as Vanellope teased the cute, wiggling toes. Of course, with them wiggling, only made it tickle all the more.

“Maybe we should do this at our next slumber party. What do you say Taffyta?”

Taffyta could hardly speak. In fact, the only response she got from her was laughter, and plenty of it.

Things couldn’t go any worse until Vanellope decided to play Piggies with Taffyta’s toes. Playfully, she scratched the skin of each toe from biggest too smallest. With all the screaming laughter, that normally accompanied Taffyta when she was tickled. Vanellope was quite impressed with the workmanship of the windows. Only two inch thick of rock candy and they hadn’t shattered yet.

After one round of Piggies, she stopped to let Taffyta catch her breath. And as Taffyta rested. Vanellope took out a familiar object. It was of the same variety that Turbo had used on all three of the racers. One look made Taffyta shake her head, ‘No ’

“Please not that  I’ll go nuts  ”, she pleaded.

“Your in luck then. We have a section just for you in the racing stands.”, Vanellope joked.

Taffyta didn’t find it funny. However, even if she was somewhat angered by what was happening too her. She couldn’t really blame Vanellope for it. In a way, this was somewhat better then not being able to race. These thoughts vanished when she caught sight of that feather. It was the one tickling tool that she hated. And when she said hate, it meant utterly.

This certainly wasn’t the first time she had been tickled. With the adding of the strange restraints. This innocent game of foot tickling was becoming unnerving. She could handle fingers, though it did drive her crazy with laughter. Any other type of instrument would prove rather unreasonable. She remembered a slumber party not too long ago. Jubileena had caught her without slippers. She thought it would be cute to see how Taffyta would react to having a hair brush scrubbing her soles. Thank goodness no one was asleep at the time. Because when that brush started brushing, Taffyta screamed. It wasn’t a scream of joy, nor was it of terror. What it was, was primal and made not only Jubileena’s but everyone else’s ears ring.

So naturally, one could imagine her reaction when that feather touched her bare soles. Vanellope would’ve wished for a pair of ear plugs if she had known what was too come. To be frank, she figured she would scream and giggle like before. This wasn’t the case. Oh she laughed alright, but the laughter increased with pitch as the feather glided along the soft sole. The toes started dancing even though she wasn’t tickling them. The sole itself wriggled as the feather graced its presence. That’s when she tried pulling her feet away from the ruthless item. Sadly, the stocks held her feet firm. All she could do was try and bare it. And by try, it meant she went crazy with forced merriment.

Whilst this was going on, Sour Bill thought someone was dying inside the office. Panicking, he sent for the guards. He figured Taffyta had gotten angry and was chasing Vanellope around the office.

It wouldn’t have been the first time, as she tended to play Hide and Go Seek in there. He never understood the idea of having fun. His only recreation was trying to remain his composure during races. That and hiding from his president when the clown suit was brought out. Yet, nothing like the unearthly shrieks he was hearing sounded the least bit amusing.

As Sour Bill went to fetch the security, Vanellope was whisking the feather along the bottoms of Taffyta’s feet. She assured her guest it was almost over. Though she would be sad when it was finished. She was having fun tickling the blush, peach soles. The way the toes tried to escape from the feather was too precious for words. She found it funny the way each foot would wobble as if to bat the feather away.

Taffyta’s eyes were now streaming with happy tears as the feather danced about. Each poke, each brush made her laugh more and more. She could hardly think of any more pleads as he tender footies were tickled. The worst part was when Vanellope started drawing shapes with the tip of the feather.

Taffyta begged her not to do it, but it was too tempting to resist. And so, Taffyta was forced to endure as the titillating drawings added to the ticklish situation. The squares and rectangles were one thing. Circles were the worst  The other two shapes were drawn in perceptive. The round shapes could be done in any size. She preferred the small ones because it made Taffyta giggle.

During this whole game of feather coochie coo. Vanellope kept asking her guest silly questions like, ‘Who’s a happy girl?’

Taffyta could think of several responses. Sadly, she was interrupted by the door flying open. The Doughnut Patrol, along with two Devil Dogs, followed closely by Sour Bill entered.

Both girls stared at the unwelcome committee. Vanellope dropped the feather and smiled sheepishly at the group. “Did someone knock?”, was all she could think to say.

Taffyta’s sandy blonde hair was covered in sugary sweat. Her eyes drenched in tears. Her chest rose and fell as she tried catching her breath.

Sour Bill walked too the front, wanting to know what was going on. He was concerned over the horrid noises he’d heard coming from within.

Vanellope reassured him it was just Taffyta.

“It wasn’t like I had a choice or anything.”, Taffyta shot back.

The president merely smiled at the guards, her cheeks becoming a bright red.

Not wishing to explain what was happening, she released Taffyta from the stocks and helped her with her boots.

The tickling alone had made her soles too sensitive too wear footwear. Taffyta simply took her boots and left the office.

Vanellope, trying to escape the thousands of questions that were on Bill’s mind, waved at Taffyta.

As Sour Bill began his enquiry, Taffyta walked down the hallway towards the stairs. In the back of her mind, she planned the perfect way to get back at Vanellope. But that is another story.

The End