SPOILERS FOR—ok, everyone should've seen this movie by now.

This is a more light-hearted fic on how I think Turbo took over Sugar Rush. I just needed to take a break from all the dramatic stories and do something funny, but it might only be 5 chapters. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea!

Turbo Takes the Throne

By ERiN OPPEL

Chapter 1: Ghost in the Walls

"Hey! Get back here, you stupid duck! That's my dinner!" Turbo angrily chased after the bird, which had somehow managed to get into his secret hiding spot behind one of the wall panels in Game Central Station.

The duck's quacking was muffled by the bag it kept firmly in its bill. In it contained a tiny fraction of a hamburger that Turbo had managed to salvage from a trashcan outside of Burger Time. The duck flapped through the thick forest of wires that supported the entire power bar, back toward the entrance from which it came.

Turbo expertly maneuvered his way through the cords (thanks to 10 years of practice) and cursed under his breath about how lousy those old ducks were, how he hoped they'd get shot next time someone played their game, and how he'd side with the annoying dog any day. He saw the duck about to squeeze through the small space under the panel. Great, the one time he hadn't bothered to properly put it back into place.

"Nooooooo!" he cried as he lunged forward, arms outstretched. He landed on his front and empty-handed. Growling, he scrambled out of his hiding place. The duck had apparently thought it was safe, as it hadn't waddled very far and didn't notice Turbo sneaking up on it with a maniacal grin. "Gotcha!" He snatched the bird by its webbed feet and it responded by flailing and squawking wildly.

All of a sudden, he heard a voice just around the corner: "Hey, did you hear about that new game?"

Turbo instantly let go. The duck snatched up the bag and got away, but that was no longer his concern. Quickly, he slipped back under the panel and closed it only a little. He left a sliver open so he could hear the rest of the conversation. He could tell the characters were Bowser and Satan (er, Satine?), and it must've been closing time judging by the familiar noise of Game Central Station activity.

Bowser answered, "Yeah, Litwak mentioned that on the phone before he left. What'd he say it was called? Sugar 'Something-or-other'?"

"Sugar Rush?"

"Right, that. Supposed to be some new racing game from Japan."

At that, Turbo's interest was piqued. The arcade owner hadn't gotten a new racing game since that cursed Road Blasters, so this would be his first chance at taking over a game he would actually be good at. All his years of learning code were going to pay off!

Satine commented, "I'm surprised Litwak's getting another racing game, after what happened with the last two."

"Yeah. I wonder what this new one's gonna be like," the green turtle monster said.

"Do you think the game is going to have another egotistical jerkwad like Turbo?"

The white racer clenched his jaw. If he wasn't pretending to be dead, he would be all up in their face telling them what jerkwads they were being. He calmed down by reminding himself that anyone who insulted him was only jealous by how Turbo-tastic he was.

"Guess we'll find out when it gets plugged in tomorrow morning."

The voices faded and Turbo assumed they must have gone into one of the game portals nearby. He slid the panel shut completely and made his way back to where he slept for the night. It was only a tangled nest of wires up in the "attic" of the station, but it was warm and comfortable enough that he had been able to get used to it. The only company he had was the Turbomobile, his cherished racecar that had made it out of Road Blasters in one piece, albeit with several dents and scratches. Unfortunately the engine was badly damaged and there was no way he could fix it without having it regenerate in Turbo Time (asking Fix-it Felix Jr. was obviously out of the question). So it sat idly on the metal tiles beside his makeshift bed, waiting for when it was time to race again.

Turbo patted the hood of his red and white car. "Soon, baby. Soon." He giggled in anticipation and bounced on his toes. His dream was finally coming true! All he had to do was sneak into the game, add his code to it and change his appearance so no one would recognize him! It was going to be the perfect crime.

His hand reached into his right pocket and felt the folded napkin from Tapper's with the secret password for opening code vaults. He'd learned it years ago, when eavesdropping on a couple of characters through the wall. The Konami Code, as it was called, supposedly had mysterious powers and was used for a multitude of benefits, including hacking a game's code. Turbo had wasted no time in scribbling the Code down on the only thing he had on hand, with a pen he always kept for autographs.

He skipped over to the tinted glass floor (well, technically the ceiling) and rested on one of the rafters supporting it. For a moment, he just watched all the video game characters as they mingled in the station far below, as he so often did.

There were the homeless Q*Bert characters, begging in the same spot as always. The ever-popular Sonic was talking in front of a video camera. He must've been doing another one of his ridiculous PSAs. A crowd of people parted way for a beefy fellow; Wreck-it Ralph was lumbering over to Tapper's for another night of lonely drinking. And of course, there was Mario, surrounded by numerous friends. Countless others minded their own business, but all of them were unaware of the ghost secretly living among them.

"They think they've seen the last of me," Turbo said aloud. "But I'll be back, without them even knowing."

Too excited to sleep, Turbo spent most of the night concocting his takeover plan. First he would have to get in, past the Surge Protector. That would be the hard part. Then once he found the code room, the rest would be easy as winning first place.

As my regular readers know, my first chapters are not very long or funny, but that's all I could come up with for an intro without getting too deep into the story just yet. It gets better, I promise. Before anyone asks, yes there is a Duck Hunt arcade game. Please remember to sign in if you review (which I encourage you to do) so that I can reply to your comments and questions.