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Chapter Nine: Trickster in the making.
Meanwhile back at the Mansion in the upper east side eight newsies were causing as much mischief as a group of bored boys could manage on a rainy day. Snipeshooter was particularly bored because the bigger boys had told him that he was too little to play poker with them. He didn't have anyone to play marbles or dice with either.
He wandered through the house looking for something to do but he couldn't come up with anything. He couldn't read that well so the library was no use, he was saving a few cigars for Racetrack to say sorry for bugging him and so smoking was not an option and he wasn't supposed to help the staff so he had nothing to do at all so he sat down on the stairs.
"What;s wrong?" Hannah asked with a sweet smile as she sat down next to them. For once her dog wasn't with her.
"The fellas say I ain't old enough ta play poker and I ain't got no more shooters. I don't got nothing else ta do." He complained.
"Well there are lots you can do when your bored. Like play tricks on the other newsies. It;s always fun to pull a prank on someone." She replied with a sly smile.
"I ain't ever pulled a trick before." He admitted.
"I can teach you." She replied kindly and Snipeshooter smirked.
For the rest of the afternoon the two of them prepared a few surprises for their friends. Snipeshooter was enjoying himself and he quickly bound that he had a knack for pulling tricks on the rest of the boys. He was having so much fun that he made a small promise to himself to play pranks on the boys as often as he could when he got back to the lodging house. Maybe then he would be something more than just the new kid who could shoot a marble real good.
Later that afternoon Specs and Dutchy got tired of playing poker and decided to go to the library to read. They quickly walked down the stairs but as they were opened the door to buckets filled with flour fell on their head and a little newsie snickered in the background as he looked at the two teens who were trying to get the white powder off of their glasses and faces.
Pie eater was the next to fold and head to his room. He slipped on a spot of oil and fell face first into a cherry pie. He sat up with a frown on his red face as a small newsie snickered as he passed the room with his favorite prank successfully completed. He would never forget this moment. He had just given the older boy a whole new meaning for his name.
Bumlets and Swifty were on the porch smoking when a bucket of eggs mysteriously fell on their heads soaking them in all of its less than pleasantness Snipeshooter snickered but the less than pleased teens soon spotted him. The best was when they tried to chase him and slipped in the egg whites that had spilled onto the floor soaking what few spots was still clean on their clothes.
Snitch and Itey walked into their room when the door closed all on it's own and the lights went out. The next thing they felt were the cold fingers of something that they thought were less than pleasant. Itey started rambling in Italian and jumped onto Snitch's back unfortunately covering the other boys eyes as he tried to get out of the room. The result was the to of them crashing into the door and falling backwards. Poor Itey.