Disclaimer: yeah so I know that you've probably heard this about fifty-thousand times already, but I felt the need to add one to mine, just in case anyone had the idea that I owned Newsies.hey, someone could think it. Well anyway, I do not own newsies, nor any part of it. don't even try to sue me. You can have my bag of quarters if you want.they add up to about $2.00. Oh wait.I used that for lunch money yesterday.sorry. So now that that's done with, onto the story!
"Seitz! Get my wig!" Pulitzer yelled as he ran down the hall of his mansion in a frilly burgundy evening gown. He dug through a desk drawer and found two long white gloves and pulled them on.
"I'm almost ready!" his high-heeled shoes clicked as he scurried around the house looking for his lipstick.
"SEITZ!! Where is my damn wig??!!!" Seitz came running up to Pulitzer and handed him a curly blonde wig.
"everyone likes blondes right? RIGHT??"
"Oh yes sir. Everyone loves blondes." Pulitzer grabbed the wig and ran down the hall giggling. Seitz wondered why he still worked for this guy. Ever since the newsies had won the strike, he had been acting a little more off than normal. He had always been a little bit off, but this was just creepy. Seitz played along in fear of losing his job.
"Hey big boy, how do I look?" Came a voice from Pulitzer's room. Seitz slowly turned around, dreading what he was about to see. He saw his boss all dressed up ready and to go out.
"so, where's my date?" Pulitzer asked as he twirled his pink boa around his finger. The bathroom door opened up and Jonathan stepped out wearing a blue tuxedo.
"Ri-ri-right h-h-here-here sir" Jonathan said quivering. he was also going along with this just to keep his job. Although sometimes he wondered why he still wanted the job.
"Okay lets get going!" Pulitzer took Jonathan by the arm and together they left the mansion and got into Pulitzer's personal coach. They arrived at Tibby's and found a table. They were sitting having a nice meal when who should enter but the newsies. They burst through the door all talking and joking, not noticing Pulitzer and Jonathan yet. They probably wouldn't have noticed them anyway, but Pulitzer started to wave and make googly eyes at David. He immediately noticed and told Jack. When Jack finally understood what David was trying to say, his head snapped to the table and burst out laughing. He was literally on the floor, not able to get up. Nobody had really noticed why he was laughing, but then when they looked closer at the "woman" they noticed that it was their very own employer. They too rolled on the floor.
"Are you laughing at me?" Pulitzer demanded. None of the boys could get any words out through the laughing. Finally Jack managed to stop laughing and say,
"No, we ain't laughin at you. Just noticing how good ya look in red."