Wreck-It Ralph Page #6

RALPH:

Thank you. Thanks guys. At ease!

GENERAL HOLOGRAM

You are the universe’s greatest

hero.

CRACK! Ralph steps on an egg. SMASH! The egg shatters.

RALPH:

Oops. Aye-yai-yai.

Ralph leans in for a closer look. The baby bug opens its eyes

cutely and then attacks. It attaches itself to Ralph’s face.

RALPH (CONT’D)

...The living embodiment of all

that this corps represents:

Bravery, integrity, grace under

pressure, and above all, dignity.

RALPH (CONT’D)

Ahhhhhmmmffff!

Ralph stumbles around, flies back and into one of the space

pods. A harness immediately locks him in place. The door

slams shut.

GAME ANNOUNCER:

Escape pod activated.

The engine fires and then BOOM! The space pod bursts out of

the top of the building.

INSIDE THE POD:
Ralph struggles to pull the cy-bug off him.

RALPH:

(struggling)

Get off my face!

BACK OUTSIDE:
The pod barrels down on Calhoun and Felix.

WRECK-IT RALPH

KOHUT:

Incoming!

The pod flies over the heads of Calhoun and Felix. As it

passes by, Calhoun sees the cy-bug on Ralph’s face.

CALHOUN:

Cy-bug.

FELIX:

Ralph!

The pods flies out of the game into tunnel to Game Central.

INT. GAME CENTRAL STATION - MOMENTS LATER

Ralph’s pod blasts into the terminal, spiralling like an outof-

control bottle rocket off the floor and walls. Ralph tries

to pry the bug off of his face. POP! It lets go.

RALPH:

Ha ha!

But then the bug starts to grow, fast.

RALPH (CONT’D)

Oh no!

The space pod launches into the tunnel of another game. The

blackness of the tunnel turns pink. Globs of pink goo collect

on the windshield.

SHIP’S ROBOT VOICE

Engine Failure. Engine Failure.

RALPH:

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

The space pod CRASH LANDS in...

A CANDY WORLD:

It destroys a slice of countryside before stopping at the

edge of a cliff. Ralph and the cy-bug slam against the dash.

Something beeps. It’s the EJECT button!

RALPH:

Uh-oh. Whoaaaaaaaa!!!

Ralph and the cy-bug catapult out of the ship. Ralph lands at

the top of a tree. The cy-bug continues on and slams into a

nearby tree. It falls into a taffy pool and sinks as if dead.

WRECK-IT RALPH

RALPH (CONT’D)

Sayonara, sucker!

From his vantage point Ralph can see a candy race track and a

bunch of dessert go-karts whizzing by. A giant sign glistens:

SUGAR RUSH.

RALPH (CONT’D)

Sugar Rush? Oh no, this is that

candy go-kart game over by the

Whack-A-Mole. I got to get out of

here.

He wipes the stickiness off on his shirt and realizes that

his medal is gone.

RALPH (CONT’D)

No! No-no-no-no-no-NO! My medal!

He spots the medal dangling from the highest branch of a

peppermint tree. Ralph quickly climbs down the tree as it

shakes from his weight.

CUT TO:

THE MEDAL IN THE PEPPERMINT TREE — MOMENTS LATER

The tree is surrounded by a bubbling taffy pool. Ralph

teeters across some wobbly gum drops floating in the pool. He

grabs the tree and climbs, eyes on the medal.

VANELLOPE (O.S.)

Hi mister!

RALPH:

AHHH!

He looks up, terrified. But it’s only VANELLOPE VON SCHWEETZ,

a 9-year-old girl, looking down from a branch above him.

VANELLOPE:

Hello!

RALPH:

Man! You scared me, kid! I nearly

soiled myself!

VANELLOPE:

What’s your name?

RALPH:

Ralph, Wreck-it Ralph.

WRECK-IT RALPH

VANELLOPE:

You’re not from here, are you?

RALPH:

No, well, yeah, I mean not from

right in this area. But I’m just

doing some work here.

VANELLOPE:

What kind of work?

He continues climbing.

RALPH:

Some routine candy-tree trimming.

You probably want to stand back. In

fact, this whole area is

technically closed while we’re

trimmin’ so-

VANELLOPE:

Who’s we?

RALPH:

Candy-tree department.

He climbs higher.

VANELLOPE:

Ah. Where is everybody else?

RALPH:

Oh, it’s just me, today.

VANELLOPE:

So, you just meant like the royal

we?

RALPH:

Yup. That’s right.

Vanellope springs up to a branch by his face and hangs upside

down.

VANELLOPE:

Are you a hobo?

RALPH:

No, I am not a hobo. But I am busy,

so you go, go home.

WRECK-IT RALPH

VANELLOPE:

What’s that? I didn’t hear you.

Your breath is so bad, it made my

ears numb.

RALPH:

Listen, I try to be nice-

VANELLOPE:

(mimicking him)

I try to be nice.

RALPH:

You’re mimicking me.

VANELLOPE:

(still mimicking)

You’re mimicking me.

RALPH:

Okay, that is rude, and this

conversation is over.

He climbs on.

VANELLOPE:

(still mimicking)

That is rude and this conversation

is....hahaha.

(watching him)

I wouldn’t grab that branch if I

were you. It’s a double stripe.

RALPH:

I’m from the candy-tree department.

I know exactly-

He grabs the branch. DING! SNAP. Ralph Falls.

RALPH (CONT’D)

--WHOA!

He barely manages to catch a lower branch with one hand.

VANELLOPE:

Double stripes break, ga-doi.

Hey, why are your hands so

freakishly big?

RALPH:

Uh, I dunno. Why are you so

freakishly annoying?

WRECK-IT RALPH

VANELLOPE:

Well, why are you so freakishly-

Just then, she notices the glistening medal.

VANELLOPE (CONT'D)

Sweet mother of monkey milk! A gold

coin!

RALPH:

Don’t even think about it. That is

mine.

VANELLOPE:

Race you for it!

Vanellope moves like a monkey up the branches. Ralph follows.

RALPH:

I don’t have to race you for it,

because it’s mine.

Grabs a double stripe. DING! It BREAKS!

VANELLOPE:

Double stripe!

Vanellope makes it to the top and grabs the medal.

RALPH:

Come back here! Give it back, give

it, give it!

VANELLOPE:

The winner! Whoa!

Ralph grabs the branch she’s on and flings her off. She drops

the medal. He catches it. She dives for it, misses. Ralph

lands on a double-stripe. DING!

VANELLOPE (CONT’D)

Double stripe!

CRACK. He falls. The medal goes flying again.

RALPH:

Aahhh! Nooooooo!

He grabs the bottom branch and hangs inches above the

BUBBLING taffy. Vanellope snags the medal.

VANELLOPE:

Thank you.

WRECK-IT RALPH

She hops off the tree to the ground, safely beyond the taffy.

RALPH:

Look, wait. Let me talk to you for

one second. Here’s the thing, I’m

not from the candy tree department.

VANELLOPE:

Lying to a child. Shame on you,

Ralph.

RALPH:

But I wasn’t lying about the medal.

That is my medal. That’s why I was

climbing the tree. It’s mine. It’s

precious to me.

Vanellope polishes the medal, admiring it.

RALPH (CONT’D)

That thing’s my ticket to a better

life.

VANELLOPE:

Yeah, well now it’s my ticket.

Vanellope glitches.

RALPH:

What the...?

VANELLOPE:

See ya, chump.

She runs off.

RALPH:

Come back! I’ll find you! I will

find you!

Ralph hears a DING. He looks up. CRACK!

VANELLOPE (O.S.)

Double stripe!

Ralph falls into the gooey taffy pool! He bubbles up, looking

like a taffy beast.

RALPH:

Nowhere to hide!

He disappears back beneath the sticky surface.

CUT TO:

WRECK-IT RALPH

INT. GAME CENTRAL STATION

Surge Protector shows Felix and Calhoun the damaged entrance

to Sugar Rush.

SURGE PROTECTOR:

Yeah, he banged around in here like

some kind of hot shot. Then he went

barreling down there into that

sweet, little game like a crazy

person.

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