When knocking a person unconcious, it is only a sterotype that one goes for the head; doing so can actually inflict major trauma and brain damage, and Ascot didn't want that. So, he settled for buying some chloroform and a rag from a Moogle Shop (those guys sold everything) and then, after casting Haste on himself, sneaking up with Reno to one of the other racers, and then, well, shoving the rag to said other racer's nose and mouth.

Now, for the hard part, learning to race. Thankfully, though, as they were cheating anyway, he and Reno could use Keyblade Armor and Gliders. He smiled; this was going to be a good race - or not, as Vanellope's rival, who even from a few words, seemed to be a vicious bully, revealed that King Candy was here, right now. Ascot simmered at the person; he deserved to have his palace ransacked!

"Are we following some script?!" the boy spoke around in annoyance. It seemed that against all logic, reason, and wisdom, some things were fated to happen. Well, best to race and hope for the best, then. He smiled at Vanellope.

"Don't listen to the usurper," he spoke. You'll get your throne back, I promise."