Wreck-it Ralph Jubileena Bing-bing Novels & Stories

I glance three stools down and see Rick, a regular who likes to really knock ‘em back, glaring at me with bloodshot eyes. Sighing, I grab him a Budweiser from the fridge and set it down on the counter in front of him with a clink. “Here you go. Back from outer space,” I say, forcing a half-smile. Rick grumbles something under his breath as I turn away. And that’s when it happens.

Ralph would be pretty much immortal if he had the ability to regenerate endlessly, and Wilbur would be no match for him. The dust settled then, and Ralph's gigantic figure appeared before Wilbur, laughing maniacally. Ralph was roughly three floors tall, leering at Wilbur from above like a gigantic octopus monster. "I told you that you'd be dead by tonight! I'm going to kill you, and then kill Barney too! How dare he betray me! I'm going to show him what real power looks like! Take this, Wilbur!"

He laughed at my question exposing old rotten teeth. “I am Rafiki,” he said with a grin. My burst of laughter echoed through the jungle. The old bastard had said the name of the exact character he had reminded me about. He had said that was his name. The name of the same baboon he had a splitting resemblance with. I laughed harder. I could see he wanted to talk but my bouts of laughter denied him the opening to speak. He waited patiently as I made sure I had my fill. Finally, my laugh dwindled to just mild giggles.