[At the call, Vanellope freezes, looks down at her feet, then swivels drowsily to face Ralph. As tired as she is, she's clearly trying to look less like a zombie.]

M'not even near the pool!

[Though great, now she's thinking about having Sir Smoothie out and about to help her just in case, and if he's out, he'll demand that Madam Milkshake comes out too, and then ugh, she'll feel bad if Squirt and Gogurt are the only ones left in their pokeballs. No, she's fairly certain she won't fall in a pool.

...Though it brings back a memory and Vanellope smiles wistfully. It was almost like it was a good dream.]

Someone got tossed in the pool yesterday. Were you around for that? Didn' see you much. You weren't hidin' the whole time, were you?