Disclaimer: I own Yummers, Doodles, and Yoda. I do not own Blink, Race, Oscar, or Mush. As if you didn't know…
A/N— SHOUTOUTS!
Spinner- I don't feel THAT sorry for him ;) Thanks for reviewing!
Heavenly Princess- Thanks. It should be pre-ty dang interesting as this thing gets going.
SantaFeDreamer- Nice penname. :D Thanks a bunchies for the nice review. Have a cookie. ((hands you cookie))
Trignifty- Totally. Nothing can escape the god of hotness that is Mush! One of the very best parts of the movie is the beginning when the he doesn't have a shirt. ((drools)) Oh, and don't worry. This DEFINENTLY won't turn out that way.
Montana Sky- Aw, thanks! You're so nice!! Yeah, as you can see I got a little bit tired too. This is gonna be a blast to write!!
I upped the rating to T. Just so's you know.
ONWARDS!!
"Gee, it's dark in heah!"
"Quit yellin' in my eah, Mush!"
"Sorry, Race,""—Can't believe I'm stuck in some tight, dark, hellhole with a bunch of street rats!"
"Shuddup, Oscar!"
"Make me, Patchy!"
"GAHHHH!"
The sounds of a scuffle were heard throughout the small closet. Yes, you heard me right---closet.
Unbeknownst to them, but beknownst to us, the Newsies (and Scabber) had arrived in a young girl's wardrobe. It was complete with high-heeled shoes on the floor and smelly, scratchy coats hanging up on the hangers. But the four couldn't tell. The closet was as dark as newspaper ink on a hot summer day.
Blink, though he couldn't see at all, was trying desperately to soak one half of the Delancey Brothers. He pounded anything and everything he felt on the stinky carpet, sometimes hitting his target, sometimes not.
"Take THAT, ya doity rotten—Ouch!" Blink held up his hand, which had started to bleed a little. He had accidently hit the end of a spike heel with his palm.
Oscar used this opportunity to hit Blink in the stomach, apparently recovered from the attack on his groin last chapter. The air knocked out of him, the gasping Blink rolled over onto Racetrack's feet.
"STOP!" Mush yelled, causing Race to protest his shouting again. "We'se gotta stick together! I gotta feelin' we ain't in New York no more!"
"No shit, Sherlock." grunted Oscar. Feeling around, (aw, take your mind out of the gutter!) He grabbed his opponent's face and was about to bash it when Race suddenly kicked Blink off his shoes and nailed Oscar right in the gut.
Mush, not wanting to be a part in the fight, stepped back. His curly head brushed a furry something and he backed up farther when….
He walked straight into a doorknob.
"Fellas! Quit fightin'!" Mush cried. "I found a door knob! I'se t'ink we're in a closet!"
Race frowned, and held out a hand to pull Blink to his feet. The scabber could get up on his own as the two newsies crowded around their friend, watching as he pushed and pulled on the poor doorknob.
"I can't get it…" grunted Mush, sweat trickling down his brow.
Race looked back at the form of Oscar, who was struggling to get up. A light bulb popped into the Italian's head.
He nudged Blink and whispered his plan. Kid Blink grinned and nodded.
"S'not working…" Mush groaned in frustration.
"Betcha Morris could do it just fine," Racetrack said slyly. "I mean, him bein' much more eloquent an' smarter an' stronger than his brother heah…"
"Yeah…and much more manlier too…" added Blink. "I hoid Oscar ain't even got a—"
Oscar growled and lunged at the grinning pair. They quickly sidestepped out of the way and the scabber ran right into the door. He fell to the ground, out cold.
"Was that supposed to help?" Mush asked. "It didn't."
"Maybe, but it was amusin'," Blink commented mildly. "Got that door yet?"
"As a matter 'o fact…"
The door swung open.
"Wow," gasped Mush. "Dis is better den Pulitzer's mansion!"
The room that the boys were in was nothing short of fabulous.
It must have been a bedroom of some kind—a huge bed lay in the center--but really, it was so much more.
The room was painted a vile lime green, with purple lining the walls and borders. About half as long as the bunkroom, it had two dressers up against the right wall and a white vanity on the left. A bookcase overfilling with books was sitting right by the closet. Behind the bed, an open window blew a cool breeze into the bedroom.
Colored photos and pictures were all over the walls. Each picture was a different boy with his name imprinted on the bottom of each picture. The Newsies could read some of them—Zac Efron, Daniel Radcliff, Corbin Bleu--
Race thought that this girl, whoever she was, must be a whore.
All them different pictures must be 'cause she bedded all of 'em… He thought grimly.
A large, black, rectangle…something was sitting across from the bed. It was as tall as a large dog, and it just sat there, forbidding and creepy. It was beginning to freak Blink out a bit.
Mush stuffed the necklace back into his pocket and stepped out of the closet. Racetrack and Blink wonderingly followed behind, single file. They were dazed.
However, Blink wasn't dazed enough toforget to give the limp Oscar a good kick on the way out. He shut the door behind him quickly in case the dirty scab woke up.
Then Race spotted something that made him light up with joy. "MONEY!" He bellowed, rushing over to the overfilled jar sitting on a table.
Race unscrewed the top and ran his fingers through the quarters and dimes and pennies. "Dis has more den what we'd make in a year!" He told his friends. "Maybe a lifetime!"
The Newsie then proceeded to stuff his pockets full of the stuff. "Woo!"
Mush and Blink rushed over to him.
"Give me some!" Mush yelled. He tried to get his hand through the jar, but Race swatted his dirty fingers away.
"Nah, boys. I'se found the whole thing, I'se keeping' it. I'll buy ya dessert at Tibby's to make up for it, I swear!"
"Hmmmph," Hmmmph-ed Mush. "Are we evah gonna get BACK?"
The voices of girls suddenly reached the boy's ears. They looked at each other in terror as they heard several young women climb slowly up the stairs. Race dropped the money jar and backed away from it quickly.
"It sounds like animals out dere, Blink!" Mush whispered. Indeed, it did. The girls were hooting and screaming like pigeons. "I'se think dose goils are drunk!"
The three valiantly looked around for some place to hide. They couldn't go back in the closet, because Oscar was in there and it was dark. They couldn't hide under the bed, because they were too big, and they couldn't jump out the window, because the room was up pretty high.
So the boys opted for hiding behind the headset of the bed. They dropped to their knees and scooted to their hiding place. This would have to do for now.
Not a second too soon, the girls in question opened the door. They were giddy with happiness and talking gibberish.
"I cannot believe J.K. would do something like that to us, though! Why on earth would she kill Harry? We, as Fangirls, would MURDER her!" One said, her footsteps heavy on the wooden floor. She flopped down on the bed, making springs squeak in protest.
Another girl joined her. She was no more than six inches away from Mush's head. "Totally!"
What the hell? thought Blink. Are we listenin' in on a plan to kill someone?
"Eye-Dee-Kay1," Someone else was thoughtful. She had a squeaky voice. "I think it'd be kinda cool if Harry died. 'Cause then Voldemort would rule, and everyone wouldn't have to worry about Harry being hot. They could just focus on Draco Malfoy."
"You're a sadist," The first girl stated "Voldemort needs to die and burn in a very fiery pit of hell and doom!"
Dat's not very nice Mush thought to himself. You shouldn't think about people like dat.
There was complete silence.
His two friends glared at him.
It took Mush about two seconds to realize that he'd said that right out loud.
"Oops," He covered his mouth with his hand. "Sorry!"
The springs on the bed squeaked again, and someone with mousy brown hair and an acne problem peered over at the boys. She gasped and rubbed her eyes.
"W-w-who is it, Hailey?" The Squeaky Girl squeaked. "It's my brother playing tricks on us again, right?"
Hailey gulped. "No, it's Mush, Racetrack, and Blink. From Newsies…"
How does she know who we are? Race panicked.
"WHAT?" screamed the other two, bounding over. Their mouths dropped open. Mush, Race, and Blink felt rather like animals in a cage.
"Uh…hi?" said Blink, rather tired of the awkward silences. "Is dere somethin' wrong with youse?"
"Omigod, he's even hotter in PERSON!" A girl with curly hair bounced up and down. She flew off the bed and then grabbed Blink by the ear.
"OW!"
"Yup, he's real!" she said happily. The young girl pulled Blink up to his full height, an amazing feat considering he was a good deal taller than her. "Hi! I'm Yummers! I can't believe I'm meeting you! You're my fave Newsie ever! The Eye Patch is a real turn on! You're so freaking sexy, I love you so much and want to have your babies! "
Blink, poor kid, wasn't listening. He was desperately trying to get Yummer's hand off his ear. It wasn't working. She had an iron grip.
Race got up, and after a second, so did Mush. The other two girls were still gawking at them.
"Mind tellin' us where we'se are?" asked Race irritably. "I knows you goils can talk, so start talkin'"
Yummers chattered away, not disturbed at all by the fact that Blink was trying to get away. " You're in 2007, silly!" She giggled. "And I betcha I know how they got here, you guys! Newsies was in the DVD player! I betcha that's how they got through! They came through the TV! Right? Right?"
"Woah-woah-woah," Race said, not believing his ears. "2007? Are you nuts? It's 1899!"
Mush noticed for the first time the way the girls were dressed. They were wearing trousers and very tiny undershirts. He'd never seen such scantily clad girls in all his life—even the hookers were a bit more modest. Even the lowest of the low wouldn't dream of wearing men's clothing.
"Race…I don't t'ink they're lyin'…"
"We're not," Hailey insisted, running a hand through her greasy brown hair. "Doodles, I claim Race!"
"And who does that leave me with? When Despot gets here, she's gonna want Mush…I want a Newsie!" whined Doodles.
"You will, dear," Hailey soothed. She turned to Race and Mush. "I'm Yoda, and this is Doodles," She introduced, smiling at the boys.
Mush was confused. "Ise thought your name was Hailey,"
"It's my Newsie Nickname, silly! "
Those have gotta be the most dumb-assed nicknames I've ever heard... Race thought.
Kid Blink finally wrenched Yummer's hand off of his ear.
"Wouldja leave me alone? I got me a goil at home, I don't want you!"
"Yes, you do!" Yummers beamed. "I know, in your heart, that you love me as much as much as I love you!"
She then proceeded to attack Blink around the middle, hugging him tightly.
"Aren't they the cutest couple?" sighed Hailey—er, Yoda.
A/N: Dang, that was short. ( Sorry about the l-o-n-g update, people. My computer broke down…grrr….
NOTE1. Eye-Dee-Kay is supposed to be idk (I don't know). Like in chat speak. Except the Newsies don't HAVE chat speak knowledge (duh) so that is what it sounds like to their ears.
That is all. :D Review, please.
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