Disclaimer: I don't own the newsies, Disney does. I only own Fantasy, the
rest of the girls own themselves.
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Pulitzer sighed, looking around the Mayor's office. "I'm sorry about the madness this strike has caused."
"You've learned your lesson, then?" Mr. Bennet, the Mayor, smiled at him and sat down in his chair. "Don't worry about it, Mr. Pulitzer. Everything's getting back to normal... and I daresay, that strike may be the very thing this city needs!"
The two men looked up, distracted, as the door to the office banged open. A figure stood where the door had just been, his dark eyes glowering at the pair of them.
"Can I help you?" Mr. Bennet asked, standing up again and circling his desk.
"It's you... why'd you let the newsies win?" He asked, walking swiftly into the room and stopping in front of Pulitzer. "Everything will be changed. Nothing will be right."
"I had no choice. Besides, what does it matter you to?" Pulitzer asked, standing up and staring the man in the face. "I'm the one who lost the money."
The man shook his head. "I lost all my workers. They're going on about unions now." He said angrily.
"Well, yes, if you start a union, your workers will come back-" the Mayor started to explain, but the man shook his head again.
"You don't understand. I don't like the union idea."
"Maybe if I explain it better to you?" The Mayor asked.
"No." The man whispered. "No... you leave me no choice."
Neither Mr. Bennet nor Pulitzer knew quite what happened next; there was a bright flash of light followed by an echoing boom. They had both covered the faces in protection. When they thought it would be safe, they both lowered their arms and saw, to their surprise, a piece of paper where the man had just been standing.
The Mayor, being the closest, bent down to read it. As he did, Pulitzer looked out the window of the office, marveling at the fact that the boom hadn't torn up any buildings.
"Y-You'd better read this, Mr. Pulitzer." The Mayor said. Pulitzer turned around to find a slightly shaken Mr. Bennet. He reached out his hand for the note, and read.
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Racetrack hurried through the empty streets. He had been selling at the outer edges of Manhattan, and when he reached the Lodging House, he found no one there. When he had checked behind Kloppman's desk, he noticed a note, telling him that the Mayor wanted everyone in the square to tell them some news. And he was late. Hopefully, it wasn't anything too important; though Race could never remember anyone calling the whole city to meet in the square. He shrugged it off and began to jog as he got closer, stopping on the edge of it. He looked around for his friends and quickly found them, standing near the back. He walked over to them and placed his arm on Mush's shoulder, grinning. "Did I miss anythin'?"
Jack grinned at him. "No, the Mayor ain't here yet."
Race nodded and looked around, acknowledging Spot, his other best friend, Kid Blink, and the other newsies around him. He grinned as he noticed Kloppman standing by the younger newsies. "Heya, Kloppman. Thanks for that note."
Kloppman smiled slightly, though he looked a little anxious. "It sounded urgent; he said everyone had to be here."
Race nodded, frowning a little. But then they heard a voice shouting over the rest, and they looked up to see the Mayor, his wife and five daughters standing behind him. He looked over at Kid, knowing about the crush his friend had on the Mayor's eldest daughter, and at any other time he would have made a comment. But something about the look on the Mayor's face told him that they were there for a reason.
And it wasn't a good one.
Everyone quieted down, and the Mayor began to speak. "I hate to have to tell you this... and some of you will probably think I'm crazy." He sighed. "And who knows, maybe I am. But as I was talking to Mr. Pulitzer today-"
"That old idiot?" Skittery said, smirking. The newsies around him laughed a little, lessening the feel of foreboding.
"-a man walked in, and he was very angry that Mr. Pulitzer had let the newsies win their strike... he seemed to be upset that his workers wanted a union now."
Race looked over at Mush, raising his eyebrow. He heard Jack whisper, "Of course he has ta add us in dere."
"He decided that he needed to punish us, I guess. He, well, he disappeared, but left a note behind. It basically said that," At this point, the Mayor looked back at his family, and his wife gave a little nod, "that he cast a spell on our city. None of us can leave the city, and the next time we wake up, though it will only have felt like a normal night's sleep to us, it will be one hundred and five years in the future. We'll stay the same as everything changes, and when we wake up, i-in the future, we'll be the same age. And I know this sounds absurd, but it says this all in the note. And he said that the city will disappear until we wake up again."
They stared at him, stunned, for what seemed like a long time. But then Spot came to his senses and turned around. He started to run, but Race, Mush, Snitch, and Itey blocked his way. "I gotta get ta Brooklyn!"
Snitch shook his head. "Spot..." he said quietly. "You can't go back."
Spot stared up at him. "You don't believe dis, do ya?! I ain't stayin' here!"
The newsies all looked at each other, and finally Jack nodded. "Look... jus' stay the night, and if it's not real, you can go back home in da mornin'."
Spot glared at him. "I can't leave me newsies alone, Jack."
"You've done it before." Jack pointed out.
"I know. But if da curse is real..." He trailed off and sighed. "Fine, I'll stay the night."
Others all over were acting the same way. But inside, Racetrack just knew that this curse was real.
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I hope that was alright... anyway, I promise everyone will be in the next chapter. Have a great day, and enjoy!!!!!
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Pulitzer sighed, looking around the Mayor's office. "I'm sorry about the madness this strike has caused."
"You've learned your lesson, then?" Mr. Bennet, the Mayor, smiled at him and sat down in his chair. "Don't worry about it, Mr. Pulitzer. Everything's getting back to normal... and I daresay, that strike may be the very thing this city needs!"
The two men looked up, distracted, as the door to the office banged open. A figure stood where the door had just been, his dark eyes glowering at the pair of them.
"Can I help you?" Mr. Bennet asked, standing up again and circling his desk.
"It's you... why'd you let the newsies win?" He asked, walking swiftly into the room and stopping in front of Pulitzer. "Everything will be changed. Nothing will be right."
"I had no choice. Besides, what does it matter you to?" Pulitzer asked, standing up and staring the man in the face. "I'm the one who lost the money."
The man shook his head. "I lost all my workers. They're going on about unions now." He said angrily.
"Well, yes, if you start a union, your workers will come back-" the Mayor started to explain, but the man shook his head again.
"You don't understand. I don't like the union idea."
"Maybe if I explain it better to you?" The Mayor asked.
"No." The man whispered. "No... you leave me no choice."
Neither Mr. Bennet nor Pulitzer knew quite what happened next; there was a bright flash of light followed by an echoing boom. They had both covered the faces in protection. When they thought it would be safe, they both lowered their arms and saw, to their surprise, a piece of paper where the man had just been standing.
The Mayor, being the closest, bent down to read it. As he did, Pulitzer looked out the window of the office, marveling at the fact that the boom hadn't torn up any buildings.
"Y-You'd better read this, Mr. Pulitzer." The Mayor said. Pulitzer turned around to find a slightly shaken Mr. Bennet. He reached out his hand for the note, and read.
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Racetrack hurried through the empty streets. He had been selling at the outer edges of Manhattan, and when he reached the Lodging House, he found no one there. When he had checked behind Kloppman's desk, he noticed a note, telling him that the Mayor wanted everyone in the square to tell them some news. And he was late. Hopefully, it wasn't anything too important; though Race could never remember anyone calling the whole city to meet in the square. He shrugged it off and began to jog as he got closer, stopping on the edge of it. He looked around for his friends and quickly found them, standing near the back. He walked over to them and placed his arm on Mush's shoulder, grinning. "Did I miss anythin'?"
Jack grinned at him. "No, the Mayor ain't here yet."
Race nodded and looked around, acknowledging Spot, his other best friend, Kid Blink, and the other newsies around him. He grinned as he noticed Kloppman standing by the younger newsies. "Heya, Kloppman. Thanks for that note."
Kloppman smiled slightly, though he looked a little anxious. "It sounded urgent; he said everyone had to be here."
Race nodded, frowning a little. But then they heard a voice shouting over the rest, and they looked up to see the Mayor, his wife and five daughters standing behind him. He looked over at Kid, knowing about the crush his friend had on the Mayor's eldest daughter, and at any other time he would have made a comment. But something about the look on the Mayor's face told him that they were there for a reason.
And it wasn't a good one.
Everyone quieted down, and the Mayor began to speak. "I hate to have to tell you this... and some of you will probably think I'm crazy." He sighed. "And who knows, maybe I am. But as I was talking to Mr. Pulitzer today-"
"That old idiot?" Skittery said, smirking. The newsies around him laughed a little, lessening the feel of foreboding.
"-a man walked in, and he was very angry that Mr. Pulitzer had let the newsies win their strike... he seemed to be upset that his workers wanted a union now."
Race looked over at Mush, raising his eyebrow. He heard Jack whisper, "Of course he has ta add us in dere."
"He decided that he needed to punish us, I guess. He, well, he disappeared, but left a note behind. It basically said that," At this point, the Mayor looked back at his family, and his wife gave a little nod, "that he cast a spell on our city. None of us can leave the city, and the next time we wake up, though it will only have felt like a normal night's sleep to us, it will be one hundred and five years in the future. We'll stay the same as everything changes, and when we wake up, i-in the future, we'll be the same age. And I know this sounds absurd, but it says this all in the note. And he said that the city will disappear until we wake up again."
They stared at him, stunned, for what seemed like a long time. But then Spot came to his senses and turned around. He started to run, but Race, Mush, Snitch, and Itey blocked his way. "I gotta get ta Brooklyn!"
Snitch shook his head. "Spot..." he said quietly. "You can't go back."
Spot stared up at him. "You don't believe dis, do ya?! I ain't stayin' here!"
The newsies all looked at each other, and finally Jack nodded. "Look... jus' stay the night, and if it's not real, you can go back home in da mornin'."
Spot glared at him. "I can't leave me newsies alone, Jack."
"You've done it before." Jack pointed out.
"I know. But if da curse is real..." He trailed off and sighed. "Fine, I'll stay the night."
Others all over were acting the same way. But inside, Racetrack just knew that this curse was real.
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I hope that was alright... anyway, I promise everyone will be in the next chapter. Have a great day, and enjoy!!!!!