Guys and Dolls

by Magdalan-Saiyan-Toa

When you see a guy, reach for starts in the sky, you can bet that he's doing it for some doll. When you spot a John witing out in the rain, chances are he's insane, 'cause only a John can be for a Jane... Further writing in canceled

1. Chapter 1

Guys and Dolls
Fanfic by: MST
Original Story by: Jo Swerling and Abe Burrows
Based on the Story by: Damon Runyon
Inspired by: My High School's Spring Musical
Disclaimer:We do not own Bionicle, norshall weever, unlesswe go to court and gain the rights.We also don't own Guys and Dolls, it was originally based on Runyon's The Idyll of Miss Sarah Brown.

Characters:

Sister Sarah Brown
Hahli

Sky Masterson
Sky

Miss Adelaide
Macku

Nathan Detroit
Hewkii

"Grandfather" Arvide Aberanthy
Kongu

Big Jule (B. S. Pully)
Kalama

Nicely-Nicely Johnson
Takua

Benny Southstreet
Kopeke

Rusty Charlie
Matoro

Harry the Horse
Onepu the Ussal

Lieutenant Brannigan
Ally

Agatha
Kai

Calvin
Tamaru

Martha
Amaya

General Matilda B. Cartwright
Dume

Joey Biltmore
Kapura

Scranton Slim
Kokkan

Mimi
Kotu

Brandy Bottle Bates
Jaa

The Greek
Gadjati

Angie the Ox
Boreas

Society Max
Aft

Liver Lips Louie
Piatra

Mindy
Agni

Hot Box Girls
Kailani, Marka, Nireta, Nixie, Okoth, Pelagia, Shasa, Vhisola

Singers:
Takua/Hahli
(Kopeke)/(Hahli and Mission Band)
(Matoro)/(Mission Band)

Note: This takes place in Metru Nui. We have added Broadway to the Bionicle world, just so you know. Later characters may be added and we shall repost the entire list, incase you forget who is who. We are also using the script to help us. Names, lyrics, and some words were changed to fit the story. All Matoran wear clothing.

Chapter 1: Welcome to Broadway!

In a world of our imaginations, the Island of Metru Nui is the city of our dreams. On this underground city, there is a famous, innermost street called Broadway. This street is the home of some of the island's most wanted gamblers, the Crap Shooters.

"So, I socked it to 'im, like this." a Ta-Matoran said, punching the air madly. His companions, a Po-Matoran and a Onu-Matoran listened to him tell the story.

"...And over there is the famous..." A tour guide pointed to buildings, her followers following her finger as she pointed, which was quite hard, as seeing the guide kept pointing and talking rapidly.

"What happened!" a shrilled voiced Ga-Matoran asked. The other she was talking let out a sob of desperation and walked away. The Ga-Matoran and her fellow followed their charge. "Oh, I know what'll make you feel better. Nireta help me teach her our dance."

The fellow Ga-Matoran smiled. "Of course, Vhisola."

A photographer walked up to a couple in the tour group.

"Would ya like a photo?" the Onu-Matoran asked. The couple smiled.

"We'd love one." the Ko-Matoran said. He signed the order blank, paid the Matoran, and he and his wife posed for the photographer. The other snapped the shot and handed the picture to the couple. The Ga-Matoran looked at it and shred it up, then walked back over to the tour group, husband on her heels. The guide scolded the photographer, who just shrugged it off.

A Vahki looked at the photographer and began a chase. The tour group looked at the commotion and followed, for they had never seen such a thing before in their lives. The guide screamed and ran off, giving up on the hopeless group who didn't listen to her anyway.

The Ta-Matoran stopped his story and he too followed the excitement. His companions dashed off in the other direction, running smack dab into Kopeke, who was engrossed in a racing scratch sheet. They stumbled back, looked at each other, and the Po- and Onu-Matoran kept on running. Kopeke shrugged and walked over to Takua and Matoro, who were standing at a newsstand, harassing the Matoran that worked there. All three looked up when a trumpet sounded.

I got a horse right here

The name is Paul Revere

Two Matoran walked by, studying the trio carefully.

And here's a guy that says

If the weather's clear

Can do, can do.

This guy says the horse can do

If he says the horse can do

Can do, can do.

Kopeke walked over to Takua, Matoro following.

Can do, (I'm pickin' Valentine)

Can do. ('Cause on the morning line)

This guy says the horse (The guy has got him figured)

Can do (At five to nine)

Matoro walked to the other side of Takua.

If he says the horse (Has a chance) (But look at Epitaph)

Can do, (Has a chance) (He wins by a half,)

Can do, (This guy says the horse) (According to this here)

Can do (Has a chance) (In the telegraph)

For Paul Revere I'll bite (If he says the horse) (Big threat)

I hear his foot's alright (Has a chance) (Big threat)

Of course it all depends (Has chance.) (This guy calls the horse)

If it rained last night. (Has a chance) (Big threat. )

Likes mud, (I know it's Valentine,) (If he calls the horse)

Likes mud, (The morning works) (Big threat,)

(Looks fine.)

This "x" means the horse (Besides the Jockey's) (Big threat)

Likes mud, (Looks fine.) (Big threat.)
If that means the horse (Needs race,) (And just a minute boys,)

Likes mud, (Needs race,) (I've got the feed box noise,)

Likes (This) (It says the)

Mud, (Guy says the horse) (Great grandfather)

Likes mud (Needs race. ) (Was Equipoise.)

I'll tell you Paul Revere, (If he says the horse)

Now this is no bum steer, (Needs race,) (Shows class,)

It's from a handicapper (Needs race.) (Shows class,)

That's real sincere. (Needs race,) (This guy says the horse)

Can do, (I go for Valentine,) (If he says the horse)

Can do, (Cause on the) (Shows class,)

(Morning line,)

This guy says the horse (The guy has got him) (Shows class)

Can do. (Figured at five to nine.) (Shows class)

If he says the horse (Has chance,) (So make it Epitaph)

Can do, (Has chance,) (He wins it by a half)

Can do, (This guy says the horse) (According to this here)

Can do. (Has chance.) (In the telegraph)

(Epitaph)

(Valentine!)

Paul Revere,

I got the horse (I got the horse) (I got the horse)

Right, (Right,) (Right,)

Here. (Here.) (Here.)

They held out the scratch sheets and began talking amongst themselves. The trio scuttled out of the way as a small band marched past. The five Matoran sang a spiritual song known to those who attended the local church meeting, which numbered few. The Ga-Matoran, the lead singer, held a small tambourine. The two Le- and two Ga-Matoran consisted the other remaining portion.

"Who're they?" Takua asked pointing.

"Dunno." Kopeke said, eyeing them wearily.

"Must be from Mata Nui." Matoro suggested. The other two shrugged in a sort of agreement.

(Follow the fold and stray no more)

(Stray no more, stray no more)

(Put down the bottle and we'll say no more)

(Follow, follow the fold)

A Le-Matoran, intoxicated by some sort of Metru Nuian alcoholic beverage, stumbled, slowly, towards the band.

Before you take another swallow

The Ga-Matoran grabbed the drunks wrist. He looked at her, his eyes in a haze, and swiped her grasp away. She stumbled backwards. One of the gathering crowd caught her and set her on her feet daintily.

(Follow the fold and stray no more)

(Stray no more, stray no more)

(Tear up your poker deck of cards and play no more)

(Follow, follow the fold)

A few Ga-Matoran flirted teasingly with some of the crowd. This caught the bands eye.

(To the meadows where the sun shines)

(Out of the darkness and the cold)

The singing Ga-Matoran pointed to the flirters .

And the sin and shame in which you wallow.

They, being appalled, stalked off, chattering heatedly to one another.

(Follow the fold and stray no more)

(Stray no more, stray no more)

(If your a sinner and you pray no more)

(Follow, follow the fold.)

The song and music faded, and the spiritual Ga-Matoran looked out to the assembled Matoran before her. She began her speech.

"Brothers and sisters, resist the Shadow and he will flee. That is what the Texts tell us." Takua, Kopeke, and Matoro walked up closer to listen. "That is why I am standing here, in the Shadow's own city,—" a Ta-Matoran walked away laughing. "—on the Shadow's on street, prepared to do battle with the forces of evil. Hear me you gamblers!" She pointed to the trio, who shuffled their feet unesily. "With your dice, your cards, your Ussals! Pause and think before it is too late!" The crowd began to waver away. "You are in great danger! I am not speaking of prison or the gallows,—" The tour guide and her group fannned away, "— but of greater punishment that awaits you! Repent before it is too late! Just around the corner is our little Mission where you are always welcome to seek refuge from this jungle of sin. Come and talk to me. Do not think of me as Sargeant Hahli, but as Sister Hahli, your sister." All had vanished, save the trio now. "Join me, brothers and sisters, in resenting the Shadow, and we can put him to flight forever." Matoro shook his head and left, not wanting to hear another word. Hahli looked out of the corner of her eye to one of the Le-Matoran, he encouraged her to continue for the two remaining Matoran. "Remember, friends, it is the Save-a-Soul-Mission located at 409 West 49th Street, open all day and night with a special prayer meeting this Thursday at—" She stopped and sighed, the two Matoran were reading their scratch sheets. She walked away, dispairingly, her band following, disorderly, down the street.

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This is kind of a religious fic, but there's also a lot of gambling. Read and Review! Also, we'll try to post the songs up at our hq. (Sarah: A.k.a. our homepage. Which reminds me, it's my turn to update it.)