A/N: Well, this was inspired by the song "You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch". Yes, oh yes. I decided it fit perfectly for Snyder. I mean, I do loathe the Delancys and Wiesel, but it fits Snyd more. I cut part of the song out, just so you know. The little "crooked jerky jocky" bit always reminds me of Racetrack. So here goes nothing….
Disclaimer: Sorry, I am not Dr. Seuss. Also, if I did own Newsies, it would have 20000 sequels. So there.
"You've got a visitor." a heavy male voice called out. Snyder spat. It was probably one of those stupid newsboys there to mock him.
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, You're as charming as an eel Mr. Grinch.
A boy on crutches hobbled in. "Hey Mr. Snyda. Didn't want even you ta get lonely at Christmas." he said in an abnormally high voice. "Who are you, boy?" Snyder asked. "Doncha rememba me? I'm Crutchy." He squeaked out.
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders, You've got garlic in your soul
Mr. Grinch
"Well, here to say I've done wrong? To mock me in front of my cell mates? What is it?" Snyder spat out angrily.
"Like I said befoa Mr. Snyda, no one, not even you deserves to be lonely on Christmas."
Snyder frowned. Then spoke in a soft voice "I don't know what you're up to, but get out before I call the guards."
The three words that best describe you, are as follows, and I quote:"Stink, Stank, Stunk"
"But Mr. Snyda-" Crutchy protested. Snyder cut him off. "OUT!"
Crutchy hobbled down the hallway as fast as he could, not daring to look back. Snyder was quite pleased with himself.
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch. With a nauseaus 're a crooked jerky jockey And you drive a crooked hoss. You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich…. With arsenic sauce!