Then Vanellope rose into the air, petals forming an elegant princess gown around her.
Vanellope had officially regained her identity. She was the princess and administrator of Sweet Rush.
"Vanellope really is our princess."
Sour Bill nearly wept with joy. The racers and spectators who had rushed back were dumbfounded, while the racers who regularly bullied Vanellope trembled in terror. They were done for.
"So I really am a princess."
Vanellope looked herself over in surprise, then addressed the racers. "Taffyta, don't worry. I don't hold grudges. In the name of the princess, I sentence you all to death."
"Huh?"
The racers collapsed to the ground in fright and burst into tears. Vanellope roared with laughter. "You scare so easily! Relax, I was just kidding."
The racers breathed sighs of relief, but their tears kept streaming down.
"Vanellope, congratulations on becoming a princess again."
Ralph walked over with a conflicted expression. He was worried that now she was a princess, Vanellope would stop paying attention to him.
"Ralph, the code might say I'm a princess, but I haven't changed one bit."
Vanellope flickered, and the gown dropped to the ground. She appeared beside it, looking just as she always had. Ralph sighed in relief. She was still the same Vanellope, without the slightest change.
"All right, things here are settled."
Andrew said, "It's time for me to leave, too. Once I've dealt with the alien, I'll come back, and we'll have a proper celebration.
"Oh, and some good news: the owner of this arcade just sold it to me. In other words, from now on, I'm your boss."
The arcade owner had no idea that all his arcade games had come to life. Of course, Andrew had treated him generously, making him a billionaire outright. He would have nothing to