DISCLAIMER: We, Hopscotch and Link, say that we do not own any of the characters from Newsies. Disney does. Screw them.

Hopscotch: Link wants to. She's a freak. Trust me...

Link: Hopscotch is just jealous because I officially own Racetrack, the hottest guy (unless you consider Gabe) in the movie, and she wants him.... But NEVA!! HE'S ALL MINE!

The Disney Republic army comes to reinforce the copyright laws on Racetrack and Spot

Link: NOOO! grabs a squeaky hammer I've got a... checks to see what she grabbed ... a squeaky hammer, and I know how to use it! waves the squeaky hammer around

Hopscotch: ...Shit

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Promise Me

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"Tell me I'm just seein' things; just tell me I'm seein' things..." Spot said.

Racetrack reluctantly replied, "No, you ain't seeing things, that's Jack. What's he doin'?

Spot spat on the ground. "He's dressed like a scabba!"

"Jack? Look at me, will ya? Look, it's me, Mush! What're you doin'?" said Mush.

"This ain't happenin'. This can't be happenin'! What're you doin', Jack?"

Boots pushed to the front of the crowd. "Hey, what is this? Where'd ya get them clothes?"

Weasel, who had been standing proudly by Jack, spoke up. "Mr. Pulitzer picked him out hisself. A special gift to a special, new employee."

"I don't believe this, he sold us out!" Spot was furious. Racetrack stood by Spot's side and yelled at Jack.

"Look at 'im in his little suit. You bum! I'll soak ya!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Lemme get my hands dirty. Come here ya dirty rotten scabba! Traitor!" Spot dove for Jack, but several newsies came and dragged him away. Race managed to evade the others and ran up to Jack.

He whispered menacingly, "I'll soak ya real good, just like ya taught me." Then he punched Jack in the face. Jack looked at Racetrack, but didn't move to fight, just massaged his hurt face with his hands.

"Dirty scabba, you make me sick!" Race spat in Jack's face, and Weasel grabbed Racetrack from behind. "Lemme go! Gettoff me!" He fought to break free. The other policemen, who were watching the newsies warily, came to Weasel's aid. Racetrack kicked one of the police in the leg. The policeman whipped out a gun and shot Race in the foot he'd used to kick with. Race cried out in pain, but continued to fight. The other newsies saw this, and ran to overpower the police. They got control of the guns quickly, with few casualties. David asked Spot to get Jack, and he grudgingly obliged.

Spot quickly involved himself in a fight to get through the throng of people gathered outside the World building. When he got through, he saw two things. To his left, Snyder was leading Jack away through the crowd. Spot started to follow them when the second sight caught his eye. It was the Delanceys and Weasel dragging Racetrack away. Spot hesitated, wanting to follow Racetrack, but knowing that he had to get Jack. After a moment of indecision, Spot gave up and ran after Racetrack.

Spot cut through an alley and climbed a tree the four of them would soon pass under. When they did, Spot called out, "Hey Delanceys, I'se wonderin', do ya eat shit for dinna, or was ya born wit screwed up faces?" While the Delanceys looked for the source of the insult, Spot swung out of the tree and kicked one of them in the chest. He stumbled backwards, tripped over Race's foot, and fell down. Oscar pulled Spot out of the tree. Race screamed in pain. He stood up, looking like he was ready to help, but collapsed as soon as he put weight on his foot. He watched as Spot fought the Delanceys.

Spot did a good job holding his own during the fight, until he heard race cry out. "Spot, look out!" He didn't even get a chance to look around as a plank connected with his head. Spot lost consciousness; the last thing he heard was, "Spot! Weasel, you bastard, I'll getcha for this..."

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A/N:

Sietz's name will be changed to Sykes for the sake of sounding evil. I mean, come on, what kind of evil guy has a name like... Sietz?

Hopscotch: Him.

Link: Um. Yeah. I meant OTHER than – oh, never mind.

The Manhattan Newsies Lodging House has gone under construction and the bunks are now on the first floor. This is because Kloppman is too old to climb the stairs every morning, and because Link is lazy and doesn't want to change the scenes in the Lodging House, because Hopscotch JUST NOW pointed out the fact that they are on the second floor. Tell me a little before the second I post!

Hopscotch: Then I won't tell you that I'm secretly in love with you... LINK, I LOVE YOU!

muffled Link, goddamnit! Get away from my keyboard!

Hopscotch: HA! I got your keyboard! Good thing mine has a lock on it...AHHH! Hopscotch, get away from my lock with the paperclip, damnit!

REAL Hopscotch proceeds to pick the lock protecting Link's keyboard

Link: Link, would you just give me back my keyboard, please?

Hopscotch: Password protected!

Link: Real Hopscotch brings out waffle frier Oh REALLY?

Hopscotch: ohshitohshitohshit!

After short battle, each regains their own keyboard

Link: DAMN YOU HOPSCOTCH!

Hopscotch: hehe, wait NO!!!

Link: takes out zippo I have the flame! Bow to me, you fickle mortal! catches hand on fire Wait, NO, No, this isn't supposed to happen! Listen to me! I am your master! screams and runs to the bathroom in panic HOPSCOTCH? WHERE'S THE FRICKIN' BATHROOM!?!

Hopscotch: Oh, yeah, I've been meaning to tell you about that... remember that bomb you tried to put together? Well, when it went off, it took the bathroom with it.

Link: NOOOOOOOOoooooooo...

Hopscotch: watches Link twitch You know, you might want to get that hand looked at...