yeah,dis is boredom. Me and a friend stayed up all night discussin' what each Newsie would be like in twenty years and if they lived in 2007. This is gunna be in a kind of semi-screenplay form. Because it's easier to understand in it's original form than in a story form.
Max (Spot's brother, yes he has a brother in this.): he becomes delusional and thinks he has to ride around in a motorized scooter. He lives with Spot and his wife, Blondie and their five kids,and refers to the kids as "speed bumps".
Spot: has five kids, he's also the leader of the Irish Mafia, which means all those years as the leader of Brooklyn paid off.
Race: has two kids and married to Bj Anderson,a girl he met at Sheepshead. Him and BJ fight constantly and their kids are out swindling people out of their money, everytime someone calls and Race answers BJ yelled "Who's dat?" and Race screams "YA MUDDAH!" and they start fighting. Race is a part of the Italian Mafia, he's a semi-hitman. Though they don't call on him that much,only for his connections to the Irish Mafia.
Jack: married to Sarah, their kid is still trying to figure out if his last name is Sullivan, Kelly, or Jacobs. He discovers he has feet when he's eleven,and Sarah has another on the way. He own's The World Newspaper now.
Kid Blink: married a woman named Marisol that he met and dated when he was just sixteen. They had two kids both of which are actually normal...sort of. He's a screenwriter for different t.v. shows.
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Chapter 1:
Spot walked in the door to hear Blondie yelling at Max.
"IF YOU RUN OVAH MY TOE WITH DAT GODFORSAKEN SCOOTER ONE MORE TIME..." Blondie yelled.
"QUIT YA GRIPIN' WOMAN!" Max yelled, hitting a wall, then backing up over the kitchen rug. "IT AIN'T GUNNA KILL YA IF I RUN OVAH YA FOOT!" he came across one of Spots kids, "GET OUTTA MY WAY ROAD KILL!" he chased the poor thing down the hallway.
Spot's second youngest, Gabriel, was running for his life.
"DON'T YOU CHASE MY KID!" Blondie said, grabbing the back of the scooter and trying to stop it, but getting dragged down the hallway instead.
"See?" Max said, running into a wall, "Dat's what yaz get fah holdin' on tah my blessed scootah!"
Gabriel busted into tears, screaming, "DADDY!" and running and hiding behind Spot's legs.
"Max how many times do I hafta tell you not ta chase my kids on dat ting? Look at dis! You made a five year old cry!" Spot said.
Blondie let go of the wheel chair and stood up. She went over to Spot and picked up a sobbing Gabriel. "It's okay honey. Don't cry," She said shushing him.
"scabbahs.."Max muttered,turning around and mowing over the family dog.
Gabriel had stopped crying by now. He looked at the dog on the floor and burst into tears again yelling "FLUFFY!"
"MAX!" Spot yelled, "DAT'S DA THIRD PET YOUSE KILLED DIS MONTH!"
Blondie tried to comfort Gabe.
Maniacal laughter came from Max's bedroom, then they heard a bump and Max curse.
The phone rang.
Spot ran back to see what Max had done now.
Blondie answered the phone, still trying to shush Gabe. "Hello?" she said exasperatedly.
"Blondie?" Race's voice said over the phone, "How ya doin'?"
Max had fallen off the scooter, that he'd rammed into the wall, he was laughing as he looked at the hole in the wall.
"Oh I'm good Racetrack how are you?" Blondie said, hearing a lot of cursing coming from the back room.
"MAX!" Spot yelled, "ARE YOU TRYIN' TA DESTROY MY HOUSE?!"
Gabe was still crying into Blondie's shoulder.
Then, Cassie and Damon, the seven year old twins, came in. "MOMMY SHE HIT ME!" Damon said. "WELL NEXT TIME YOU'LL LEARN NOT TA FLUSH MY DOLLS HEAD DOWN DA TOILET WON'T YA!?" Cassie yelled, hitting him again.
Blondie rolled her eyes, putting the phone between her shoulder and head and holding Gabe with one arm and Cassie in the other one. "STOP HITTING YOUR BROTHER!"
Racetrack laughed, "youse sound like Bj wit Tony an' Francy." he said. "Where's Spot? I hoid his melodious yellin'."
"The brake stopped woikin'!" Max yelled, "IF YA WASN'T SUCH A TIGHT WAD AND WOULD BUY ME ONE DAT WOIKED!"
"FINE I'LL GET DA DAMN TING FIXED IF YA JUS' STOP RUNNING OVAH MY WIFE AN' KIDS!" Spot yelled.
Blondie couldn't handle it all at once. "SPOT!" she yelled, "I COULD USE A LITTLE HELP! JESUS CHRIST IT'S NO WONDAH EVERYONE TINK'S WE'S INSANE! I CAN'T TAKE ONE PHONE CALL..."
Spot turned and walked into the living room, grabbing Damon and Cassie and holding one under each arm. "Who is it?" he asked.
"Race," came Blondie's reply. then she turned her attention back to the phone, "He's right here..." she said.
"Okay, put him on." Race said.
Bj's voice came through the phone when Spot picked up "WHO IS THAT?!" she yelled.
"YA MUDDA!" Race yelled.
"MY MUDDA'S DEAD YA BUM!" Bj yelled.
"WELL SHE TALKS TA ME!" Race yelled, "AN I AIN' A BUM!"
"YOUSE PSYCHOTIC!" BJ yelled.
"Heya Race," Spot said still struggling with the twins, "How's it goin'?"
Blondie took the twins from him, one in each arm, and took them to the couch. "Now what happened?" she asked, putting them both on the couch and sitting between them.
They both started telling their version of the story, each trying to yell over the other. Gabe still crying loudly. Blondie put her head in her hands and rubbed her temples. "ENOUGH!" she yelled. Everyone in the room got quiet. "Now you go to your room, you go to yours, and you..." she turned to Gabe "...PLEASE stop crying!"
The twins each went into their rooms, Cassie shoving Damon into his.
"Same old," Race said, "Me an' BJ still intah it. Tony came home wit a note,sayin' he 'as playing pokah in History, swindled the teacha outta his money.Max killed anythin' new?" he asked, laughing a little.
"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT!" BJ yelled.
"YA MUDDAH! NOW SHUDDUP BJ!" Race yelled.
"Matter a fact, he killed da dog jus' afore ya called," Spot said, "An' he jus' made a giant hole in my wall."
Blondie heard what Spot said about the wall and turned around. "HE WHAT?!" she yelled storming off into his room.
"I DID NOT! DA SCOOTAH DID!" Max yelled.
Race cracked up, "Hey Jacky boys gettin' dis Newsies reunion up at our old Lodgin' house, he told me tah call youse and ask if you'd wanna go."
"Yeah when is it?" Spot asked.
A loud bang came from Max's room where Blondie and Max were still yelling at each other. Then all was quiet in the house.
"Oh God..." Spot said. "Race hold on a second..." he put the phone down and ran as fast as he could to Max's room "Deah me..."
The scooter had blown up "I didn't do it!" Max said.
There were black remains and Blondie was lying on her back, thrown back by the force of the explosion.
Spot went over and helped her up. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. Then she turned to Max, "MAYBE DAT'LL TEACH YA NOT TA RUN OVAH PEOPLE!"
"She blew it up!" Max yelled.
Race could hear them yelling through the phone, he started cracking up.
"I DID NOT!" Blondie yelled, jumping at Max.
Spot grabbed Blondie by the arms and held her back. "CALM DOWN WOMAN!"
Spot picked up Blondie and threw her over his shoulder, walking back to the living room and picking up the phone hurriedly. "Race? You still dere?" he asked, Blondie still screaming at Max and trying to get away from Spot's grip.
"Yeah," Race said, "What happened? Woild War Tree?" he asked.
"SPOT PUT ME DOWN!" Blondie yelled.
"Yeah pretty much," Spot said, not letting her go.
Gabe could be heard in the hallway cheering, "YAY! IT BLEWED UP!"
"KID DIS MEANS I'S HAFTA WALK!" Max yelled at Gabe, "An I's run fastah dan I rolled."
"Haha," Race said, "Da reunions tahmorrah at four. See ya den Spot..oh,and Carryin' da Bannah." he added the old sign off line.
Gabe looked confused for a minute, " Den why'd ya have da scooter?" he asked.
"MAX IF YOU HURT MY SON SO HELP ME I'LL THROW YOU OFFA DA BROOKLYN BRIDGE!" Blondie yelled.
"Okay Race. Carryin' da banna," Spot said. He hung up the phone and put Blondie down.
Hob, their oldest at 8 years old, came in. Upon seeing the dog on the floor he just stared at it and yelled, "MAX!" He ran into Max's room. Hob was the only one of Spot's kids that wasn't scared of Max.
Cody, their youngest at 4 years old, came out of his room, dragging his teddy bear. He had apparently just woken up from his nap. "Mommy I had a bad dream an' I couldn't find you or daddy an' I 'as lost an' it 'as dark an'...an'...there 'as nobody left ta love me an' Uncle Max dangled me off the side of the Brooklyn Bridge an'..." he said, walking over to Blondie and hugging her legs with tears in his eyes.
Blondie picked him up and wrapped him in a hug. "Oh it's okay baby it was just a dream," she said, "MAX ARE YA HAPPY? YA GAVE YA NEPHEW A COMPLEX!"
"I GOT A NEPHEW?!" Max yelled, "Whadda youse want?" he said, glaring at Hob, the oldest son.
"YOU KILLED ANUDDA DOG OLD MAN! I WANT YOUSE TA BUY ME A NEW ONE!" Hob yelled.
"Gee ya know IF I HAD DA FREAKIN' MONEY I'S BUY YOUSE A WHOLE BOX OF 'UM!" Max yelled, coming up off the floor, his six feet looming over Hob.
Hob just looked up at him. "DEN GET SOME FREAKIN' MONEY!" he yelled.
Max had to resist the urge to slam Hob against the wall. "FINE I'S GO OUT AND ROB A BANK! TELL 'UM MY FRICKIN' TEN YEAH OLD NEPHEW TOLD ME TO!" he yelled, a vase fell off the wall and broke.
Blondie heard the crash of the vase. "WHAT'D YA DO NOW?!" she yelled at Max. storming off to his room, still holding Cody.
"If ya kid hadn't come in heah screamin' at me it wouldn't have broke!" Max said, glaring at Hob.
"WELL IF YA HADN'T KILLED ANUDDA DOG I WOULDN'T HAVE CAME IN HEAH SCREAMIN' NOW WOULD I?" Hob yelled back.
Spot came in, "Okay okay it'as jus' a vase! Everybody jus' chill out! Hob, stop yelling at your uncle, Max stop terrorizin' my kids and yellin' at my wife an' da brave kid, Blondie...jus' don't kill Max."
Hob went off toward his room. He stopped in the doorway and turned back to Max, "Youse lucky my dad came an' broke dis up. And I'm eight...not ten..."
Blondie went into the living room, "I know what'll get that dream off your mind, Cody. You can come help mommy in the kitchen." She headed off to fix supper followed by Cody.
"WHY YOU LIL'!" Max started after Hob. "COME BACK HEAH YA LIL 8 YEAH OLD SPEED BUMP!"
Spot tried his best to block Max from getting through. "CALM DOWN! HE'S EIGHT!" he yelled trying to block Max like a football player.
Hob went into his room laughing.
"DON'T YOUSE LAUGH AT ME YA LIL RODENT! YOU GOTTA SLEEP SOMETIME!" Max yelled, trying to shove Spot out of the way.
Spot held his ground. Hob shut his door still laughing.
End Chapter 1.
Author Note: I hope you liked it. Max is older than Spot, he was added to put a bit of comedy into the Conlon household.