A.N. So, I wrote this a while ago and I just thought, what the heck, and decided to post it here. Hope you enjoy it!
Is she serious? What possessed her to do this? Oh, great, now she punched him. Slow clap for you. No, why, oh my God, I need to keep a better eye on them. Why would you drag him in too?
Charlotte, being the genius that she was, picked a fight with the one and only, Morris Delancey, with Oscar standing right… behind… him. And, with her infinite wisdom, she dragged Crutchie into the fight too. Fantastic. Being the sweet older brother he is, Spot had to step in and save his baby siblings. Again.
Can she calm down, for two seconds, ok, I guess not. Go for the legs. Atta girl. Swing that crutch. Oh, Oscar's gonna be feeling that tomorrow. Finally.
Spot jumped in, whipped out his cane, knocked a few heads, and he with his siblings sent the Delanceys running back to the Distribution center.
"Ok youse two. What da hell gave youse de idea dat dis was smart?"
"She started it."
"Ise don't care."
"Youse both lucky Ise is visiting from Brooklyn, which reminds me, Charlotte, what are youse doing in Manhattan? We sent youse ta Long Island ta be safe from da likes a dem."
"Yeah, well, Ise da representative from Long Island at dat newsies meeting or whateva. Da regular, Torch, he be sick."
"Fine, just don't screw dis up. Anyone finds out dat we is siblings and we done for. Den da Delanceys'll hurt youse two for sure. Ise can't have dat. Ise risked a lot by saving ya. Don't make me gots ta do it again."
Spot's face softened, if only by a little. He ruffled Crutchie's hair and nudged Charlotte's shoulder.
"Now, youse get ta going, Ise be over in an hour."
"Youse can neva be on time, can youse, Spot."
"Nah, Crutch, Ise gots a record ta keep."
Spot turned around and walked down the street, whistling. He turned around for one last wink, hooked his thumbs into his suspenders and disappeared.