INTRO:

Jack sat on his bed and stared at the picture in his hand. It was dusty, old, and a little bent on the corners. He usually kept it in a box under his pillow, but on this particularly rainy day he thought he would take a look. The picture was of Jack when he was a baby, with his friends at the daycare his parents had brought him to.

A couple of the other newsies were also in the picture; Racetrack, Kid Blink, Mush, and even the famous Spot Conlon. Most of the newsies had gone to that daycare actually. Even Dave!

((Authors Note: I know, I know...not possible but NYAH! sticks tongue out Who cares! imitates Jack That's the power of da press Joe...)) Jack laughed and remembered the adventures they used to have...

DUN DUN DUN It's...NURSERY NEWSIES!

"WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A plump woman rushed into the room, "My my my! What's wrong dear Jack?"

The little boy rubbed his eyes and sniffed. Looking around, and catching a wink from his friend, he let out another scream.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! BA BA! Ba ba! BA BA! BAAAAAAABAAAAA!"

The woman, named Opal, looked frantic as she searched for Little Jack's 'ba ba'. Meanwhile on the other side of the room, a baby crawled towards the door. Behind him were three more babies, all looking very nervous. The first baby, the one in the lead, had a tiny key on a tiny chain around his tiny neck. His little icy blue-gray eyes scanned the room. Jack was creating a wonderful diversion for the miniscule escapees. The second baby, sporting a smallish patch over his eye, tugged lightly on the leaders' diaper. "Heya Spot? How's Jack gonna get out?"

Of course to us growed up people, that would sound something like "Goo ga? Goo goo ga oo ma?" But Spot, being a baby, understood Blink wonderfully.

"Blink we already went ovah dis!" he whispered harshly, "He's gonna sneak out when Opal's lookin' fer us!" Kiddy Blink pondered that and smiled. "Oh. Okay!"

Head-to-diaper, the babies crawled down the steps, across the living room, and out the entrance to the building. As was expected, a mighty scream erupted a few minutes later. The babies laughed as they watched Opal search for them. They waited, as patiently as babies can, by the back door. As soon as Jack had escaped, they were on their way.

"So Jack, wheah we goin'?" The third baby, Mush, asked, softly scratching his curly brown hair. Jack plopped back on his diapered behind and folded his arms.

"I dunno. Wheah do ya wanna go?"

"Da RACES!" The fourth baby, ironically named Racetrack, cried. The five other babies rolled their eyes...or eye, in Blink's case.

"We go dere every time!" Kiddy Blink called.

"How 'bout we go see what dose goilies are doin' in dat day care up da street?" Spot asked, grinning.

"Shoa! Great idea!" Jack said, crawling off down the side walk, the others in tow.