Meanwhile, in Newsyland, the Lost Newsyboys were having a slingshot-shooting contest.

"'Ey, five ta one Bumlets wins!" Racetrack proclaimed as Bumlets and Snoddy got ready to shoot.

Suddenly, Snipeshooter pointed upward. "Look, fellas! It's a boid!"

Sarah flew back and forth, above the treetops, repeating, "Poor Sarah! Poor Sarah!"

"Fellas! It's a Sarah-Boid!" Crutchy exclaimed, pointing with the arm that he usually held onto his crutch with. As a result, he fell over and started laughing hysterically.

"Hey, fellas, let's shoot da Sarah-Boid!" Dutchy yelled, being the evil, bad Lost Newsyboy that he was.

Pie Eater laughed maniacally. "Yeah! Bumlets, gimme yer slingshot!"

Pie Eater grabbed Bumlets's slingshot away from him and aimed at Sarah, chuckling evilly. He fired and hit her, and she plummeted downward and landed on Boots.

The boys crowded around her. "She's dead," Racetrack whispered.

Just then, Cowboy came flying down from the sky. "'Ey, fellas, I brought ya back a mudda-"

He stopped short when he saw Sarah lying on the ground. An evil grin spread over his face, but he wiped it away quickly. "Ya killed our mudda!"

"Mudda?!" the boys exclaimed. "Ya mean, she's a goil?"

"Duh," Cowboy sighed. "Well, whaddo we do now?"

"Let's go to the zoo!" Snitch exclaimed, grinning broadly and clapping his hands. Race backhanded him.

Looking confused, Bumlets asked, "What?"

Suddenly, Sarah opened her eyes, sat up, and said, "Cowboy? Are we there yet?"

"She's alive!" Crutchy exclaimed, fainting.

"Yeah, Sarah, we's heah," Cowboy replied, somewhat dissappointed. He was beginning to regret bringing this airhead along in the first place.

Suddenly, a ruckus was heard. "PIRATES!!!" the boys exclaimed in terror. They scattered and hid in the bushes. Sarah, having a delayed reaction, stood there a minute before realizing that there was danger and jumping behind a tree.

"Yo ho, yo ho, yo ho, and all that jazz!" the pirates exclaimed, coming into the clearing. Captain Magnifying Glass stood at the front of them all. He was the former editor of the New York World, formerly known as Joseph Pulitzer, but had had his left hand bitten off by a rabid muskrat and had it replaced with a magnifying glass, since he couldn't really see with just glasses anyway.

"Mister Weas!" he exclaimed.

A short, dumpy man hustled up to him. "Eh, eh, yes, Cap'n?"

"What is that deafening noise?"

"There is no noise, Cap'n," Weas said.

Captain Magnifying Glass stood there for a few minutes. Everything was silent until he started screaming, "Shut up! Will you shut up? Shut up when I'm talking to you! Or I'll tear out your liver with me magnifying glass!"

"Go for it, codfish," Cowboy whispered to himself from his hiding place.

"I heard that! Who's yelling?" Captain Magnifying Glass yelled.

"Only you, Cap'n," one of the other pirates, Morris, said.

"Oh. Well, I have a poisoned cake for Cowboy Pan and his Lost Newsyboys!" the captain exclaimed, pulling a cake out of nowhere and sitting it down on the ground. "That's why we're here, to find out how to make more money."

Seitz the Pirate cut in. "But Cap'n-"

"Shut your mouth, Seitz!" the captain exclaimed.

"Don't you like the purple and pink icing I used on the cake?" Jonathan the Pirate asked the captain. Captain Magnifying Glass looked at the cake through (what else?) his magnifying glass. "Brilliant, Jonathan, brilliant."

With that, the pirates left the clearing and the Lost Newsyboys came out of their hiding places.

Immediately, Snitch noticed the cake. "'Ey, fellas! It's a cake!"

Many "oohs" and "ahhs" came of this discovery. Fortunately, the ever- observant Mush proclaimed, "It's pink an' purple, plus it's poisoned!"

Race looked at the other newsies. "Try sayin' dat t'ree times fast."

Several snickers came of this as Sarah picked up the cake. "Now, boys, Mush is right! We can't eat this cake."

With that proclaimation, she tossed the cake as far as she could. It landed five feet away with a splatter. Then, a voice was heard.

"Wheeeeeee!!!!!"

Everyone looked up to see Davey flying toward a tree.

LOST NEWSYBOYS: Watch out for that-

DAVEY: WAHHHH!!!!

*crash*

DAVEY: *groan*

NEWSYBOYS: Tree!

Davey rolled around on the ground for a few minutes, and then jumped up. Cowboy rolled his eyes. "Look!" Crutchy exclaimed.

Les was now hovering above the group. "Wow!" he exclaimed upon seeing Cowboy. Yet again, Cowboy rolled his eyes.

"Come on, now, boys," Sarah ordered. "Time for bed. If we go inside the treehouse now, I'll tell you a story!"

"I'll tell you a story!" Cowboy mocked in a squeaky voice, following the Lost Newsyboys, Sarah, David, and Les into the treehouse.