Author's Note: How do! Prepare for an extremely long Author's Note!

So, a while ago, I told myself I wouldn't start any multi-chapter fics again because I can never stick with them. But, then, this happened:

Brain: Hey, Pop, you should write a multi-chapter Newsies road-trip fic.

Me: Why?

Brain: You gotta.

So, this exists. Plus, summer is coming, and I don't have high hopes for June to be too entertaining, so this will give me something to do, Besides, it's going to be more of a collection of linear one-shots than a coherent story, so there's that. But, in order to write this story, I need some help. You see, I've only been to Texas, California, and I very briefly visited New York and Boston when I was four, so I don't know much about what you'd do on a cross-country road trip. Not only that, but I only have two chapter ideas so far. So, what I need from you are prompts! Give me random stuff for the Newsies to do on their road trip! Places to go, situations they find themselves in, etc. Anything that comes to mind, please tell me!

Also, I'll still write my usual one-shots while I'm writing this story, so you'll still get plenty of canon-era stories from me! (Ostritch On A Rampage, if you're reading this, I'm working on those Refuge feels I promised you about a month ago! Sorry it's taken so long, but I think it's finally ready to be less of a brain storm and an actual story!)

Now, is that all? I believe so! Thank you for reading! (And for sitting through that Author's Note, sheesh!) Reviews make me happy! I hope you enjoy it!

P.S. Kid Blink and Sarah are in this because why the heck not?


All Davey Jacobs wanted was to finish the last chapter in his book. He'd been trying all day to complete that last chapter in the last book in the series, but it seemed that the universe would allow him. And by the universe, he meant Les. But, Les had finally distracted himself with some video game, which meant Davey now had what may be his only opportunity for the rest of the day to read. So, he settled down on the couch and opened his book, ready to be immersed in a fictional world when-

Rrrring! Rrrrrring!

Davey's head snapped up,a look of pure annoyance crossing his face. He glanced at his phone which sat beside him on the couch, with a caller ID that read, of course, "Jack Kelly." Davey sighed and, with the click of a button, sent the call to voice mail. With that, he turned back to his book, a contented smile making its way onto his face.

Rrrrrring! Rrrrrring!

Jack called again.

Davey sent it to voice mail again.

Rrrrring! Rrrrrrrring!

Okay, a third time. Now, Davey was worried. Knowing Jack, the kind of trouble he may have found himself in was unpredictable. In fact, Davey felt lucky that he hadn't had to bail his reckless friend out of jail yet. Hopefully, this call wouldn't be the first. With one more longing glace at his book, Davey sighed and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"It's Jack," Said the voice on the other end hurriedly.

"What'd he do now?" Davey asked with yet another sigh.

"No, it's actually me," Jack replied, slightly offended.

"Okay, what did you do?" Davey questioned. "Is this 'Kloppman's gonna yell at you' trouble or 'change your name to Francis and skip town' trouble?"

"Why do ya have to assume that every time I call ya I'm in trouble?" Jack chuckled.

"Because the last time you called me three times in a row, I had to explain to mall security that Spot wasn't actually going to kill anyone despite the threats and questionable items you guys were purchasing." Davey deadpanned.

"Well, how was they supposed to know what we was usin' rope and fireworks for?" Jack shot back with a grin. He could practically feel Davey glaring at him through the phone, so he continued, "Anyway, Dave, can you just meet me at my place with Les and suitcases with enough stuff to last ya, say, a week? Oh, and Sarah, if she wants to come?"

"Oh no," Davey blanched. "This is 'skip town and change your name to Francis' trouble, isn't it?"

"Pfft, no!" Jack scoffed. "Geez, Dave, if ya must know, I finally got my driver's license!"

"Only took you a year," Davey muttered.

Jack ignored his friend's comment and continued, "And, since I finally got the freedom to go wherever I want, I asked myself, 'Jack, where's someplace you'se always wanted to go?"

As if on cue, both boys answered, "Santa Fe."

Jack laughed. "Ah-ha, that's right, Dave! And, ya know what? It's summer vacation! So, I'se got a car, I'se got a break, and I'se got friends to drag along with me! So, whaddya say, Davey? How about a cross-country road trip with the Cowboy himself, huh?"

Davey couldn't supress a grin. "I have to say, that's a good idea. But, don't you have to have an adult to supervise us in the hotels or something?"

"Race turned 18 last week," Jack offered.

"So, we're trusting Race as our guardian?" Davey questioned.

"Look, ya wanna come or not?" Jack asked, impatient.

"Well, I mean, I have to ask my paren-" Davey began.

Jack cut him off. "Well, meet me at my place in two hours if it's a yes."

Before he could say anything else, Jack hung up on Davey. Davey glanced at his book and sighed.


Two hours later, all three Jacobs siblings were dropped off at the group home run by Kloppman with hugs and kisses goodbye from their parents. As their mom and dad drove away, Davey, Les and Sarah walked up to the home, dragging their suitcases behind them, until all three pairs of eyes fell upon a beat-up mini-van parked on the curb, just about stuffed with teenage boys. Davey squinted, and, sure enough, Jack sat in the front seat, mingling with Crutchie in the seat beside him, and stuffed in random places in the back were Katherine, who looked as if she were questioning her descision to come along, Race, Romeo and Spot, who were all shouting about something, and Blink, Mush, Specs and Smalls, who all waved at the Jacobs eagerly.

Davey blinked. "Sarah, what have gotten ourselves into?"

Sarah glanced at her brother. "Who knows?"