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CHAPTER THREE

"Do you want to sit down?" Hailey-Yoda offered Mush and Race. She couldn't ask Blink, of course, since Yummers was linked onto his waist.

Mush and Racetrack looked at each other. The Look said something like "We're not getting near this broad with a ten foot pole".

"C'mon," Doodles had moved to a big, fuzzy, purple chair and was sprawled out comfortably on the pillows. "We don't got cooties."

Race and Mush didn't move.

"Sit," snarled Hailey Yoda. If Race didn't know better, he'd say her eyes were turning a dark red-ish color.

Race and Mush sat.

"C'mon, Blinky-182!" Yummers let go of Kid's waist, to his obvious relief. She grabbed his hand. Her hands were sticky. "Let's sit down here."

She led him to the other side of Hailey-Yoda's bed, Kid Blink twisting and turning all the way. Yummers got him to sit, and then frowned, as if seeing the Newsie for the very first time.

"You don't seem to happy to see me," She said calmly. Blink hit his hand against his head in frustration.

"No, I'se not. I'se dunno who you think I am—"

"You're Kid Blink!" beamed Yummers.

"—But I soitenly ain't yer feller. So wouldja please quit actin' like you'se married to me?"

Race snickered under his breath. Hailey-Yoda looked at him. He stopped.

"But I AM married to you, Blink dearest!" Yummers bounced up and down and went to grab something from a dresser drawer. She pulled two rings and a piece of paper out and handed it to Blink.

"See, it says, "Yummers Fangman and Kid Blink, married on October 25, 2006! I've even got the rings!"

If Blink, Race, and Mush had been born several generations later, they would have recognized the rings as the ones that one would find in the vending machines at Wal-Mart. But they weren't, so they didn't.

Blink's mouth dropped open. He gaped for a few seconds, looking rather like a fish—before jumping to his feet and angrily grabbing Mush and Race by the forearms.

"Dis this nuts. Mush, get dat Necklace of yours to woik, and quick!"

"B-b-b-ut you CAN'T leave!" wailed Yummers. "I've waited my whole life to meet you! And now that it's finally come true—you're ruining my dreams!"

Blink looked at her unpityingly. "So?" he asked snootily, trying to ignore the sniffles and wails. Mush dug around in his pocket and finally pulled out the stupid object that had brought the Newsboys into this predicament. He squeezed it—and nothing happened.

"It won't woik?" Race bent over to look at the locket. It was still a dull gold color.

"No!" Mush was frustrated.

"Of course it won't!" said a voice cheerily from outside the room. Blink, Race, and Mush jumped. The girls looked indifferent.

"God, Dutchy—do you HAVE to do that?" complained Doodles, always up for whining.

What's DUTCHY gotta do with it? Blink thought. He ain't here!

Dutchy didn't give an answer. She opened the door and closed it hastily, her short red hair swaying with the effort.

"It won't work, Race, because Mush hasn't got the other Necklace," she explained, apparently not fazed by seeing three Newsboys out of their time.

"What—how d'ya know..." Race glanced at Mush, who had gone a pale white. "Mush? You'se okay, buddy?"

Mush shook his head. "It's her…" He whispered. "The goil. From before. In my dreams."

"Of course it is!" replied Dutchy. "I charmed the stupid Necklace, I should know…the one that brought you here!"

Dis thing got us into dis mess? Thought Race She's barely taller 'n me!

She made her way towards Mush, who scuttled his way out of her touch. "Don' touch me! I knows…I knows what you'se trying to do!" He said angrily. "Blink—Race—"

Dutchy's cold blue eyes narrowed. "You mean you didn't tell them?"

Mush shook his head, looking nervous.

"Tell us what, Mush?" Blink asked, his tough exterior fading. Yummers squealed with delight at seeing her favorite Newsie being all touchy-feely. She'd always wanted to see a Blush fiction in real life.

"I…uh.." Mush glanced at his boots. "Well…see…I didn't tell youse all about the dreams and stuff with her…uh…Dutchy."

Race massaged his temples. "Dis keeps getting' weirder and weirder…" he mumbled.

"Thing is…she did more den wink at me and stuff…she talked to me. And, uh, some of the stuff she said wasn't nothing fit for a lady to say, if you know what I mean…that is, uh…she kept tellin' she wanted to—uh--."

"Sexatise you??" supplied Yummers. "That's what I told Blinky!"

"…Sure. And she'd kept tellin' me all the stuff she wanted ta do to me, and how close she was ta doing it---and…"

Dutchy interrupted. "That's enough, Mush."

Screw Yummers and all her scary, scary ways. Blink was now positive that the stone-cold girl standing coolly in front of Mush was the most dangerous person in the room. If she could get a tough Newsie to tremble in his boots…

"Hailey, I think that those handcuffs you got are needed, the boys are gonna run away if we let 'em alone too much longer…" Dutchy told Hailey. Yoda. Whatever.

The other girl nodded, and before Race, Blink, and Mush knew it, she'd whipped out three pairs of handcuffs. Hailey grabbed each boy's left wrist and slipped it in the left handcuff. With the right handcuff, she chained the Newsies to the bed. None had a chance to retaliate.

God, If the guys knew this was happen' to us, we'd never live it down Thought Blink.

"How'd you get the handcuffs, Hailey?" Yummers asked curiously. Hailey grinned.

"I found them in my parent's bedroom. God knows what they were doing in there…." Hailey arched an eyebrow. "Oh, and I lost the key, too!"

"THERE'S NO KEY!?" Blink panicked.

"She's just kidding, Blinkers!!" Yummers held up a long, spindly shaped key and then slipped it into her back pocket. "Wow, you're gullible."

"YOUSE A BUNCHA CRAZIES!" Race shouted, nearly scraping his hand on the cuffs.

"Shut up, Race," Doodles said simply, before frowning. "Hey, where's Spot?"

The Newsies stared at her. Doodles rolled her eyes. "C'mon, you guys. Spot Conlon? Short, Sexy, and Slingshotted?"

Slingshotted? Mush thought. What?

"Course we knows who he is!" Blink puffed out his chest importantly. Yummers squealed. "He's probably in Brooklyn now, innet 'e? He leads it, ya know,"

"Don't tell me about Spot! I know all there is about SPOT!"

Blink lifted up his hands, before remembering one of them was chained to the bedpost. "Okay, okay. Jeez. Whaddaya want with Ol' Spot anyway?"

"Well," explained Doodles, "In every good Time-Travel fic, Spot always makes an appearance so one of the girls can screw him. Always. Where is he?"

Blink was mystified. He didn't understand a word of that. And judging by their faces, neither did Mush or Racetrack.

Of course, at that moment, Oscar decided to bang on the closet door and scream loudly. Mush would have called it irony, except Mush didn't know what irony was.

"My Spottie has arrived!" Doodles cried. She rushed to the door, opened it, and then closed it again.

"Okay," she demanded. "Who the HELL let Oscar Delancy come?"

"Wha, youse think WESE like 'im?" Race asked, still pulling on his chain and mumbling under his breath.

"Just go with him, Doodles." Dutchy insisted, with a fleeting glance at Mush. "He's hotter than Morris, anyway."

Doodles scowled, and flung open the door.


When Oscar stumbled out, he didn't know what he got into. The three Newsies were chained to a huge bed, looking annoyed. In Mush's (or, as Oscar liked to call him in his mind, DumbAss's) case, they looked scared and worried.

The room itself was fantastic, like something out of another world. Oscar made a mental note to kill DumbAss as soon as he got the chance, for bringing him into this mess. Also, The One-Eyed Freak and Shortie for knocking him out.

"Hey!" A girl to his right said to him. Oscar jumped. "I'm Doodles. We're having a relationship, starting now. I've decided you're hot, even though you ARE an Asshole."

She then proceeded to attack him with a pair of handcuffs liken to the ones that were holding Blink, Race, and Mush. Within a minute, he was in bondage.

The scabber never had a chance.


Oscar was not a very good prisoner. He was just about throwing a tantrum within a minute of being shackled to the bed. Race was quite amused as the scab, screaming obscenities, attempted to throttle Doodles.

"Lemme go!" He bellowed. Dutchy frowned at him.

"Stop," She said quietly. Oscar didn't hear her.

"I said, stop."

Still Oscar did nothing.

"SHUT UP, YOU ASSHOLE!"

Oscar shut up.

"Thank you!" Dutchy smiled pleasantly.

Blink shivered.


"Whaddaya want wit' us, anyway?" Race asked. "We didn't do nuttin to you crazies!"

"Didn't we tell you? We wanted you to sexatise…we're not having real good luck in the world, see?"

Oscar glowered at Hailey-Yoda, who had spoken. "Yeah," he jeered. "I can see why. You're uglier than pigs rollin' around in the mud!"

Hailey looked at him angrily. "W-what?"

'You're a street rat, a nothing. You're lower than these dumbasses over here. At least they don't got pimples."

Gosh, that's the nicest thing I ever heard Oscar say! Mush thought to us, anyway

Hailey glared at Oscar, before bursting into tears. She ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Damn, wish I'd thought of that! wished Race. Forgot how easy it was to get girls to start bawlin

"Now look what you've done!" Dutchy said, annoyed. "Now we've gotta go make her feel better!"

She strode out of the room, closely followed by Doodles. Yummers, on the other hand, stayed behind and went up to Blink. The Newsie strained his handcuffs to get away from her, with no avail.

"OMG! YOU'RE SO FUCKING SEXXY!!11!!11!" She screamed, somehow speaking in chatspeak. This may sound odd to you, but I can assure you, it is totally normal for a fangirl.

Blink's eyes widened when he felt Yummer's hand in a rather…inappropriate place.

"Yummers!" called Dutchy from the hallway. Yummers bounded after her, slamming the door again.

The Newsies were alone.

"That was low, Oscar," said Mush, disapprovingly. "Even for youse."

"Got them outta the room, didn't it?" retorted Oscar.

"Yeah, but what'd that get us, huh?" Race said. "Now wese got the loonies mad at us, t'anks to you!"

"Wese did get somethin' Race," Blink smiled grimly. He dug in his pocket and pulled out the key. He'd managed to pocket it after Yummers had forced herself on him.

"You'se a GENIUS, Blink!" Mush crowed.

'So dey tell me." Blink clinked open his cuffs and then started on Racetrack's.

"Alright, we'se free." said Race. "Now what? We can't 'zactly walk out their front door."

"Easy," Now, Kid Blink was working on Mush's. "Wese jump from the winda."

"It's two stories high!" complained Mush.

"Got any betta ideas?"

"…it's a long ways down!"

Oscar looked up as the three prepared to lever themselves out the window.

"What about me?"

"What about you?" asked Blink, carefully opening the window a bit more. He stuck his blond head out. "Wow!"

What Blink saw was this: A street, surrounded by houses. Lush, green grass on every one, and no cobblestones in sight. Strange huge carriages with no horses in the driveways.

In short, middle class America. It looked like heaven to the Newsie.

"You're not just going to leave me here, are you?" complained Oscar.

Race was surprised. "Shoah we are. You'd do the same t'ing to us!"

"I saved your lousy hides!"

Blink pulled his head out of the window, hitting his forehead in the process. "Fine," He groaned, unlocking Oscar. "But youse gotta stop soakin' the Newsies at every chance youse got."

"Yeah, Yeah," Oscar agreed quickly. "Sure."

Racetrack looked out of the window as well. "Okay," he directed. "Dere's some grass right below us, but watch out fer the cement. Should be easy enough."

He put his feet over the window and jumped. The sound of him hitting the grass was heard, and Mush rushed over to look at him. Race had indeed landed on his feet and was now looking curiously at all the houses.

Oscar pushed Mush out of the way, throwing himself out of the window without a word. Mush banged his elbow in the process.

"After youse," he said to Kid Blink, holding his hurt funny bone. Mush had a fear of heights.

Blink nodded, put his hand on Mush's shoulder, and then dropped out to freedom quickly and quietly. Mush bit his lip, not wanting to go.

"C'mon," Race yelled. "Haven't got all day! They'll be back any minute!"

Sure enough, Mush could hear the girl's footsteps coming closer and closer. He gulped.

As the doorknob turned, Mush threw himself out and plummeted to the ground.


The thing was, Mush hadn't bothered to check where he would landing as he jumped. So instead of hitting the nice, soft grass, he had landed on the cement. Hard.

"Ouch…" he muttered, rolling onto his back. He stared up at the sky, trying to ignore the pain that was throbbing through his arm.

"Mush!" Blink bellowed. He rushed over, closely followed by Racetrack. "Are you okay?"

Mush stared up at the concerned faces peering up at him, fazing in and out of consciousness. "Fine," he said faintly. "My arm's killin' me though…"

Overhead, Yummer's head peaked out and looked down at them. "What are you two doing?" She wailed. "Come back!"

Sounds like a goat observed Racetrack.

Very slowly, Mush managed to get up, swaying as he did so. He held his arm and walked a few steps, relieved when he didn't collapse on the pavement.

'I'se t'ink we betta start runnin' now, street ra---fellas," Oscar said, as the sound of people running down the stairs was heard.

Blink looked at Mush, a question in his eye. Mush nodded.

'I can run," he said. Already his head was starting to clear.

The Newsies (and scab) took off running to the right, with no idea where they were going, or how they were going to get there. Wherever it was, they hoped it was better than the house they left behind.

In their opinion, the future really sucked.

A/N: I know better than anyone that this isn't my best work, not by a long-shot...but review and tell me?? Please:puppy dog eyes:

Thanks!