Disclaimer: I don't own'se nobody (although I really wish I did) This fanfiction is based off of the 1992 Newsies movie, so Crutchy has brown curly hair and Jack is played by Christian Bale! :D

Chapter 1

It was hot in New York. Not dat dat is much surprisin' in the middluh of July. And to top it all off, all me's friends were still sleepin'. It'd been a busy night, cleanin' up aftuh de fire-work show…and I suppose dat everybody'd had their fair-share of the fun.

Except for ol' Crutchy, dat is. The crip always wakes up early, to stare at de wall and pull his-self togethuh so's no-one's sees 'im cryin'. He's always thinkin' 'bout the kids in dat dumb Refuge, although he say's 'e ain't. It's the only time, I ever seen Crutchy lie.

This mornin', stead of ignornin' 'im, I tried to cheer's 'im up. I sat down on the bed, and put my hand on his shoulduh. "Hey Crutchy, whaddaya say we go an teach Snydah an 'is gang a lesson? The boys've been itchin' to soak 'em for ya, ever since ya got worked ovuh by de Refuge goonies. Ya think we could pulls it off?"

The gimp gave me a smile as if dis were de break 'e'd been waitin' for and nods 'is 'ead. "Sure Race, if we can gets a friend 'o mine outta der foyst. 'is name's Card. 'e's got a smart mouth on 'im, and dat ain't the best o' combinashuns if ya's knows what I'se means."

Well, you'se knows me. I can't says no to anythin' that Crutchie asks me ta do. So I'se gives 'im a mock bow. "You'se can have's whatever you'se likes, Crutch. I'se sure dat Jack and de Brooklyn Boys'll be willin' to oblige ya." I took a quick puff on my mornin' cigar, and give's 'im a smile.

"You'se can't touch 'im!" I shouted, givin' Morris Delancey a vicious head-butt. I'd had enough of those guys goin' aftah Crutchy all de time, I guess dey t'ink he's some sort of easy-pickin's or somet'in; dey ain't gettin' away wit' hoitin him on my watch if I can helps it.

Morris Delancey knows how ta fight, I can say dat fer him. He had me in a head lock, an' was tryin' ta choke's me ta death, WHILE forcin' me ta watch Oscah beat up poor Crutch.

"Jack! Jack! Help!" I hoid de gimp cryin' out, and tried ta force Morris's arm offa me so's I could yell too, but I didn't have da strength, he was killin' me, slowly an' all ofs a suddens, everyt'ing went black.

An' den, de next t'ing I knows, Jack is der, bendin' ovah me, tryin' ta get me ta wakes up.

"Race? Race, what happened ovah heah? Where's Crutch? I t'ought de crip was wit' you?" Jack looked worried, although he looked 'bout de same as he did de time Snyder kidnapped Crutchy an' took 'im ta de Refuge.

"Hey, hey, calm down, Crutch was wit' me de entire time!" I shouted, tryin' ta get Jack ta listen (sometimes he's a bit hard of hearin', an' he doesn't wanna face de facts). "We ran inta de Delancey bruddahs, an' I t'ink dey might've takin' Crutchy wit' dem ta wherevah. Probably ta get back at you'se Jack fer somet'in." I shrugged, I try not ta get involved wit' de Delancey's if I can helps it.

Jack toined from white, ta red, den took hold of my shouldahs and shook me. "Why didja let dem take 'im?! What was you'se doin' de entire time dey was beatin' 'im to a pulp, huh?! You don'ts have ta answer dat." He let go, and ran his fingers through his hair, as if he were lettin' off steam. "Alrights, do you'se have any ideas, Race, of where dey might've taken 'im?"

"Ta da docks, maybe? I hoid dey have a new hideout down der." I shrugged. "But I'se goin' wit' you'se, an' so is Blink an' Mush." I insisted.

"Fine den." Jack jammed his cowboy hat onta his head. "But we'se needs ta hurry. We don't wants ta go back ta de Lodgin' House wit'out Crutchy."