Jack walked down the street whistling to himself, "Happy boithday to me, happy boithday to Cowboy," he sang to himself. He was now 18, one year older, and one year closer to Santa Fe. Jack walked into Tibby's. Spotting Race, Blink and Mush, he walked over to them.

" Ok, boys, hea's da deal. We'se can't tell nobody, dis hea's s'posed ta be a surprise. Oh! Hiya Jacky boy!" Race said, looking up at Jack, when he walked over.

Jack looked at the three newsies suspiciously, "What ya guys doin'? he asked.

"Oh! We'se uh, jus' talking bout what we'se gon' do for yo-" Mush started to explain, before Blink cut him off.

"What we'se gon' do few da newsies celebration in da summa! Ya know! Da one we have every summa, Jack!" Blink exclaimed.

Racetrack looked at Blink in wonder, before he caught on, "Umm…yea, we'se…we'se talkin' bout what goils we wanna bet on!" he added.

Jack looked at each boy, "Oh. Okay. I'll see you guys lata then." He said as he walked away.

Mush took a deep breath, "Whew! That was close!"

Race and Blink looked at each other, than at Mush," Are you mentally retarded, or something?" Race asked.

"Yeah," Blink added, "you'se almost told Jack bout da party!" he said, slapping Mush's cheek.