Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. But I do own John Hunters.I
think.maybe.um.not really.some other person probably does.I don't own
anything.but my shoes.haha Mush! I have a pair of new shoes with matching
laces! Um..I still don't own anything.sorry this was late.but I forgot to
do it.um.you can stop reading now.and read the fan-fic.
Blink looked into the window of the café when his papes were all sold, and saw Mush talking to some old guy.and by old he meant old-er than him. Blink smiled evilly as he opened the door.
"Mush, move it.find your own costumer." Blink looked over at Mush trying to look upset.
"Sorry Kid, I didn't see you.I'll go find another guy." Mush started to walk out of the café, when Race stopped him.
"Mush, you aren't selling papes.and if you were you were here first, and Blink don't even have any papes left."
"Um.Race.you're kinda dumb ain't ya." Mush replied.
Race glared at him completely confused. "Why do you say that?"
"Well, you said you were twice." Mush answered.
Blink started to laugh uncontrollably.
"Blink. Blink! It wasn't that funny. BLINK!" Race was trying to snap Blink out of his laughing fit. "Blink, look it's the mayor's daughter."
Blink was suddenly out of his fit and ran to the window. "Where?"
Race begun to laugh. "Blink, he doesn't even have a daughter."
Blink was quick to respond to this, "Well, the mayor in the future does."
Mush stopped and looked at Blink. "Blink, are we still on the moon? I don't remember coming back."
"What do ya mean, Mush?" Blink questioned until he thought of the answer, "Oh you mean when I shoved you in a box and pushed you down the stairs, telling you that you were going to the moon, when you were really going to Brooklyn?"
Mush looked at Blink as if Blink was the dumbest person alive. "No you muttonhead, I'm talking about when you took me to the moon."
Race leaned over to Blink, "Hey Blink, can you make him shut up then he won't make us Newsies look even dumber?"
Blink nodded then shoved Mush into a box that had appeared from nowhere, he then duct taped it shut. He then lifted up the roll of duct tape. "Duct tape, it fixes everything."
Mush from inside of the box, "Is there ducks where I'm going?"
Blink kicked the box outside of the Café. Then turned to Race, "Is that better?"
Race nodded. "Where did you get that stuff anyways?"
Blink looked at Race, "From the future."
"Right, and I always win." Race answered.
Blink shook his head, why no one ever believed him he couldn't understand. "So, why are you here anyway?"
"We's.well.we's work for Mr. Hunters now."
"Right, and Bill Clinton didn't cheat on his wife."
"Who's Bill Clinton?"
"The future president."
"Right. Well, it's true." Race said as Hunters walked up to them.
Hunters held out his hand. "Would you like to work for me too?"
Blink spat in his hand then went to shake Hunters hand. "Why not." Hunters moved his hand before Blink could shake it. "What's da matter wit you?"
"That's disgusting." Hunters said.
"Whoa," Blink began, "that's exactly what David said."
Race turned to Blink, "Let me guess, David is another person from the future."
Blink hit Race in the face. "No David Jacobs, bonehead." Blink turned his attention to Hunters. "So what is I supposed to do?"
"Write an article for my newspaper."
"Aright. And does it haveta make sense?" Blink asked as the sound of Mush yelling 'Weeeee' from ouside, because Jack kicked the box on his way in.
"No, it doesn't really." Hunters answered.
"Should we shake on it?" Blink asked and spat in his hand again. Hunters stared at Blink's rather wet hand.
"No."
Blink grabbed Hunters hand and duct taped it to his own and shook it.then un duct taped it and duct taped both of Hunters hands together. He then held out the duct tape once more. "Duct tape, it fixes everything."
Meanwhile, in another part of the café, "Hey Racetrack, how was your day at the tracks."
Race stopped dead in his tracks.he had forgotten to go to the tracks! "I have to go." Race ran out of the café.tripping on the duct-taped box with Mush in it as he continued to run.
Jack walked up to Blink and Hunters. "What's with the box?"
"Oh, it's Mush, he's on his way back from the moon." Blink answered.
Jack shook his head, deciding that he was going to stop asking questions.
"So, you must be Hunters, Race told me you had a need for Newsies to write for ya. Do you need anymore people?"
Hunters nodded, "I'll pay, you two," he looked at Blink and Jack, "fifteen dollars an article if you just get this crap off of me!"
Blink looked hurt. "It's not crap, it's duct tape!" He and Jack removed the duct tape.
Jack looked at Hunters, "So how many articles can we write a day?"
"Well, as many as you can get done."
"How long do they have to be?"
"As long as you want them."
Jack smiled evilly then walked over to were Race left his notebook and begun to write.
Blink walked over to Jack and started writing too, and Mush was still in the duct-taped box yelling 'weee' whenever people kicked it.
Blink looked into the window of the café when his papes were all sold, and saw Mush talking to some old guy.and by old he meant old-er than him. Blink smiled evilly as he opened the door.
"Mush, move it.find your own costumer." Blink looked over at Mush trying to look upset.
"Sorry Kid, I didn't see you.I'll go find another guy." Mush started to walk out of the café, when Race stopped him.
"Mush, you aren't selling papes.and if you were you were here first, and Blink don't even have any papes left."
"Um.Race.you're kinda dumb ain't ya." Mush replied.
Race glared at him completely confused. "Why do you say that?"
"Well, you said you were twice." Mush answered.
Blink started to laugh uncontrollably.
"Blink. Blink! It wasn't that funny. BLINK!" Race was trying to snap Blink out of his laughing fit. "Blink, look it's the mayor's daughter."
Blink was suddenly out of his fit and ran to the window. "Where?"
Race begun to laugh. "Blink, he doesn't even have a daughter."
Blink was quick to respond to this, "Well, the mayor in the future does."
Mush stopped and looked at Blink. "Blink, are we still on the moon? I don't remember coming back."
"What do ya mean, Mush?" Blink questioned until he thought of the answer, "Oh you mean when I shoved you in a box and pushed you down the stairs, telling you that you were going to the moon, when you were really going to Brooklyn?"
Mush looked at Blink as if Blink was the dumbest person alive. "No you muttonhead, I'm talking about when you took me to the moon."
Race leaned over to Blink, "Hey Blink, can you make him shut up then he won't make us Newsies look even dumber?"
Blink nodded then shoved Mush into a box that had appeared from nowhere, he then duct taped it shut. He then lifted up the roll of duct tape. "Duct tape, it fixes everything."
Mush from inside of the box, "Is there ducks where I'm going?"
Blink kicked the box outside of the Café. Then turned to Race, "Is that better?"
Race nodded. "Where did you get that stuff anyways?"
Blink looked at Race, "From the future."
"Right, and I always win." Race answered.
Blink shook his head, why no one ever believed him he couldn't understand. "So, why are you here anyway?"
"We's.well.we's work for Mr. Hunters now."
"Right, and Bill Clinton didn't cheat on his wife."
"Who's Bill Clinton?"
"The future president."
"Right. Well, it's true." Race said as Hunters walked up to them.
Hunters held out his hand. "Would you like to work for me too?"
Blink spat in his hand then went to shake Hunters hand. "Why not." Hunters moved his hand before Blink could shake it. "What's da matter wit you?"
"That's disgusting." Hunters said.
"Whoa," Blink began, "that's exactly what David said."
Race turned to Blink, "Let me guess, David is another person from the future."
Blink hit Race in the face. "No David Jacobs, bonehead." Blink turned his attention to Hunters. "So what is I supposed to do?"
"Write an article for my newspaper."
"Aright. And does it haveta make sense?" Blink asked as the sound of Mush yelling 'Weeeee' from ouside, because Jack kicked the box on his way in.
"No, it doesn't really." Hunters answered.
"Should we shake on it?" Blink asked and spat in his hand again. Hunters stared at Blink's rather wet hand.
"No."
Blink grabbed Hunters hand and duct taped it to his own and shook it.then un duct taped it and duct taped both of Hunters hands together. He then held out the duct tape once more. "Duct tape, it fixes everything."
Meanwhile, in another part of the café, "Hey Racetrack, how was your day at the tracks."
Race stopped dead in his tracks.he had forgotten to go to the tracks! "I have to go." Race ran out of the café.tripping on the duct-taped box with Mush in it as he continued to run.
Jack walked up to Blink and Hunters. "What's with the box?"
"Oh, it's Mush, he's on his way back from the moon." Blink answered.
Jack shook his head, deciding that he was going to stop asking questions.
"So, you must be Hunters, Race told me you had a need for Newsies to write for ya. Do you need anymore people?"
Hunters nodded, "I'll pay, you two," he looked at Blink and Jack, "fifteen dollars an article if you just get this crap off of me!"
Blink looked hurt. "It's not crap, it's duct tape!" He and Jack removed the duct tape.
Jack looked at Hunters, "So how many articles can we write a day?"
"Well, as many as you can get done."
"How long do they have to be?"
"As long as you want them."
Jack smiled evilly then walked over to were Race left his notebook and begun to write.
Blink walked over to Jack and started writing too, and Mush was still in the duct-taped box yelling 'weee' whenever people kicked it.