Jack and the Newsies Become Famous and Save the World Again
*DISCLAIMER*sigh.
Well, it had worked. Jack had saved (with a little help from his friends) the poor Newsies of Manhattan. Not only that, but he had then gone on to L.A. and saved all the poor "Fruities" who sold bananas for a living. Yes, he had stolen another horse and ridden all the way there. He stopped in Santa Fe, but it wasn't as great as he thought so he headed back to good old Manhattan and slept. He was now famous all over the country. Famous and despised.
"Jacky boy, wake up!" Spot called from the other room. Jack groaned, but managed to roll out of bed. He had something he needed to tell Spot.
"Ise gotta ask youse a favah," Jack turned to Spot.
"What is it this time?" Spot sighed.
"Well, see Ise was wondering if you wanted to go up to Maine to help the poor woodies (kids who chop wood and sell it dancing on the streets of Maine in case you didn't know) wit me?"
Spot leaned back, scratched his chin, and slightly raised his right eyebrow, " Why do you need me?" he asked.
Jack sighed, "I was thinking wes could be like.partners. go around the world helpin all the poor kids.."
Spot snickered.
"HEY! If youse gottta brain-"
"- we've already been through this, Jacky boy and Ise got a brain and more than just half of one!"
"Well then listen to me!"
David turns around, (he was standing quietly in the backround with all the other newsies) and says, "I think your just doing this to be famous, Jack. I mean, I know you can do it, but what do the Woodies have to do with us jack?"
"Theys in the same position we was, Davey, and that aint a good position!" said Jack.
*All the other Newsies scratch their chins and then start dancing and singing a song about how terrible a situation they were in which turns into how no one should go through that situation which turns into how they should stop all situations like that. *
Spot turns to Jack, "Okay then, I'll do it."
David shrugs, "Yah. I'll do it."
All the other Newsies one by one join in, "YAH WELL DO IT!"
Sarah looks concerned and like she might cry and says in a high squeaky voice, "What about me, Jack? Will you have a horse carriage for me?"
Jack looks around nervously, "Uhh. wese all gotta hang onto the back of the train.so."
"OH JACK!" she screams, "I CAN DO THAT IF ITS FOR YOU!" she jumps to him, but he quickly steps out of the way so she falls to the floor.
"Prove it by holding on to the fan." Demanded Spot.
She scrambled up and grabbed onto the fan. She held on for about half a second and then dropped on her head to the floor.
"That's what I thought," he smirked.
There was a trickle of blood running from her mouth and her eyes were rolled back into her head. She was dead. (A/N hehe. couldn't help it.)
David bit his lip, "oops," he said, his voice filled with apathy (A/N oooo big word)
Jack shrugged. The Newsies filed out of the building. They were on there way to save the woodies.
*DISCLAIMER*sigh.
Well, it had worked. Jack had saved (with a little help from his friends) the poor Newsies of Manhattan. Not only that, but he had then gone on to L.A. and saved all the poor "Fruities" who sold bananas for a living. Yes, he had stolen another horse and ridden all the way there. He stopped in Santa Fe, but it wasn't as great as he thought so he headed back to good old Manhattan and slept. He was now famous all over the country. Famous and despised.
"Jacky boy, wake up!" Spot called from the other room. Jack groaned, but managed to roll out of bed. He had something he needed to tell Spot.
"Ise gotta ask youse a favah," Jack turned to Spot.
"What is it this time?" Spot sighed.
"Well, see Ise was wondering if you wanted to go up to Maine to help the poor woodies (kids who chop wood and sell it dancing on the streets of Maine in case you didn't know) wit me?"
Spot leaned back, scratched his chin, and slightly raised his right eyebrow, " Why do you need me?" he asked.
Jack sighed, "I was thinking wes could be like.partners. go around the world helpin all the poor kids.."
Spot snickered.
"HEY! If youse gottta brain-"
"- we've already been through this, Jacky boy and Ise got a brain and more than just half of one!"
"Well then listen to me!"
David turns around, (he was standing quietly in the backround with all the other newsies) and says, "I think your just doing this to be famous, Jack. I mean, I know you can do it, but what do the Woodies have to do with us jack?"
"Theys in the same position we was, Davey, and that aint a good position!" said Jack.
*All the other Newsies scratch their chins and then start dancing and singing a song about how terrible a situation they were in which turns into how no one should go through that situation which turns into how they should stop all situations like that. *
Spot turns to Jack, "Okay then, I'll do it."
David shrugs, "Yah. I'll do it."
All the other Newsies one by one join in, "YAH WELL DO IT!"
Sarah looks concerned and like she might cry and says in a high squeaky voice, "What about me, Jack? Will you have a horse carriage for me?"
Jack looks around nervously, "Uhh. wese all gotta hang onto the back of the train.so."
"OH JACK!" she screams, "I CAN DO THAT IF ITS FOR YOU!" she jumps to him, but he quickly steps out of the way so she falls to the floor.
"Prove it by holding on to the fan." Demanded Spot.
She scrambled up and grabbed onto the fan. She held on for about half a second and then dropped on her head to the floor.
"That's what I thought," he smirked.
There was a trickle of blood running from her mouth and her eyes were rolled back into her head. She was dead. (A/N hehe. couldn't help it.)
David bit his lip, "oops," he said, his voice filled with apathy (A/N oooo big word)
Jack shrugged. The Newsies filed out of the building. They were on there way to save the woodies.