"This looks like da place," Jack gawked at the huge mansion standing before them as if daring the newsies to enter.
"I didn't know he was dis rich," Skittery stated still in awe of the place.
"Are we gonna stand here like pigeons all night or are we gonna soak da bastard," Blink was anxious to get on with the plan, and wasn't known for being patient.
"Yeah let's go, and don't steal anything," Jack looked pointedly towards Mush and Boot's who had been quiet up to this point.
"Hey," they said in unison. "It's not like it was our fault," Boots defended.
"Ok, ok, we won't get into that now since we're on a mission," Jack started trying different windows to see if any were open.
"Let's try this one," Skittery pointed towards a window towards the side of the mansion. Jack lifted it up, and gave a sigh in relief to find it wasn't locked.
After climbing in quietly Skittery climbed in afterwards and the others were to wait outside until Jack gave the signal when they found the room.
They went up the stairs and each took a hall. "Psst, Jack, I found him," Skittery whispered trying not to wake the guy up.
"Ok go let the others know, while I get the stuff together." Jack ordered. Jack went back down the stairs and went down another long hall way and finally found the kitchen.
He started opening different cabinets. "Bingo," he picked up the bottle of syrup and then went to find some sugar. "This wouldn't be to bad either," he had found a bottle of ketchup and mustard. He put his founding's in his duchel bag and went back upstairs to join the others.
"Did you find the ants," Jack asked Boots.
"Yep, but we better hurry cause this cap wouldn't fit on very good."
"Alright fellas you know what to do," Jack smiled evilly as they all filled into the room.
Mush had the ketchup and quietly tiptoed towards the bed. He gently emptied the bottle's contents, letting the red, thick liquid run over Mr. Jones shirt. He smiled at his work and went back to the group.
Next up was Blink who held the bottle of mustard, and poured some of it with the ketchup, but went down towards the guys legs and dribbled some on his toes. He held his breath as the man turned in his sleep thinking there plan had backfired, but was greatly relieved to see he hadn't woken. Must be a deep sleeper.
Skittery had the pleasure of sprinkling the sugar and almost laughed out loud at the sight in front of them. If only they had a camera.
Boots got a pillow from the other bed in the room, and cut it open with his knife to reveal all of the feathers that were stuffed into it. He slowly got a handful and threw them gently onto Bill, trying not to get them all on the floor.
"Now for the finishing touches," Jack got the bottle of syrup and smiled as he poured it on his neck and worked his way down to the mans feet. There was just a little left so he poured the last drops on to the man's eyelids. He then got the container of ants and shook them out on the mans stomach. "Great scott, would I love to be here to see his face," the other newsies quickly left and bolted for the window where they were rolling with laughter. Even though they hated this guys guts, there masterpiece was still funny.
"Mission accomplished," they had just started for the street when they heard an ear piercing scream.
Not wanting to stick around and get caught, they ran back to the lodging house, laughing the whole way.