Ealasaid Una-Glad you liked it! It makes me happy that at least one person enjoys my writing. It's what keeps me writing. Well, that and review.

MinnieG-Thank you! The idea came from a review on A Flute Player's Story and when I was writing it I was like "They're totally gonna burn something and make a huge mess out of the kitchen." The flour cloud was like "I have to add that."

Panda Bear-YES! We totally have to make a Newsie-Bake and sell it at Newsie-Con. I also love the idea of a newsies cooking show. Maybe that could be our newsie spin-off. It could be a series about Crutchy and Blink cooking and all the special guests they have on the show. I think the first guests should be Mush and Jack. I feel like they'd be really funny guests to have because they would make the world's biggest mess in the kitchen and almost destroy it.

So sorry about not updating sooner! I've been so lazy for some reason and when I managed to make myself write I've been so uninspired. I'd sit down and start to write but the ideas I had never seemed to go anywhere and then inspiration hit and I was like "Do one about Spot teaching Laura to punch!" So here it is. I only own Laura. Sadly, Disney wrote me back and told me they refuse to let me own Spot.

"Youse leave her alone!" 12-year-old Spot Conlon yelled at the boy that was holding his best friend Laura Mae. The older boy looked over at Spot but didn't let go of the girl. "She ain't done nothin ta youse! Let her be!"
"See, dat's da problem," the boy said with a sneer. "Ise ain't seen her here before but she has da guts ta run inta me and think she don't need ta say sorry for it. Ise asked her nicely ta do dat, but she didn't listen."
"She don't hear, ya scabber!" Spot yelled. "Youse didn't look at her, so's she didn't hear youse." The older boy loosened his grip on Laura in surprise. She took advantage of it to give him a hard kick to the groin. He doubled over, his nose making contact with Spot's fist. Grabbing Laura's hand, Spot started running to their favorite hideout at the docks.
"Ise…gotta teach…youse…how ta punch," Spot panted to himself after they had skidded to a stop and flung themselves on a pile of crates. Laura threw her arms around Spot and rested her head on his shoulders. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest as he held her close.

"No, no, no." The week after their adventure, Spot had met Laura in Manhattan and brought her to Central Park. He was trying to teach her how to punch properly so if she ran into anymore trouble, she could defend herself. "Youse need ta keep your thumb outside. Youse'll break it if youse don't."
Laura watched as Spot moved her thumb. She gave him a questioning look before gently moving her fist to meet his open palm. Spot threw a hand up in fake exasperation and smacked his forehead with the other one. Laura giggled and punched his shoulder.
"Ow! Dat hurt!" Spot grabbed his shoulder and staggered around before flopping on the ground and closing his eyes. Bemused, Laura shook her head. When he didn't move, she started giggling and sat down on his stomach.
"Ohh," Spot groaned, trying to shove her off. Laura clapped her hands in amusement as he made several weak attempts. "Youse is heavy. When did youse get so big?"
"When I started eating my vegetables and you didn't."
"Ise don't need ta eat me vegetables ta be big and strong!" Spot exclaimed in mock outrage. "Ise da king of Brooklyn and Ise can take youse anytime!"
"You can't even push me off you," Laura pointed out with a smirk.
"Ise know one way ta get you off."
"What way is that?"
Eyes gleaming, Spot reached over and started tickling her sides. She squealed and rolled off him. Spot pushed himself to his knees and crawled after her. Laura pulled him over her side and they turned into a squirming tangle of arms and legs. They stopped when they hit a pair of legs. Looking up, they saw the boy Laura had run into last week. He smiled at them, an evil glint in his eye. Grabbing Laura, he yanked her up.
"Ise see we's meet again," he sneered. "Youse out lookin for more trouble? Huh? Are youse?"
"Not youse again," Spot groaned, pulling himself up and facing the older boy. "Leave her be. She ain't-"
"Ain't done nothin to me."
"Dat's right!"
"Ise don't care if she done nothin ta me or not, boy. Ise want her ta do me a favor. Ise need her ta be my goirl if she don't want ta see her little protecter get hoirt. Do youse want ta see dat, goirl?" He turned his sneer on Laura, who caught a whiff of whiskey on his breath. She turned her head away, jerking her arm free.
"Youse can leave now," Spot snarled, moving in front of Laura. "She ain't interested in bein nobody's goirl." Laura stuck her head around Spot's arm in time to see him get punched in the jaw. She saw red and before she could think about it, her fist flew out and struck the bigger boy square on the nose. He stumbled backwards, lifting his hands to his nose in shock. Spot quickly jumped up and ran the boy off, yelling after him "And stay away! Don't youse be comin around no more!"
"That felt good," Laura said as Spot came over.
"And dat," Spot told her with a smile, "is how youse punch."

So I've decided to do 51 one-shots because I felt like doing a random number of one-shots and most people do like, 25 or something but they never do 51 plus the name seems to work well in my mind. (51 one shots...try saying it out loud to yourself...) I've got ideas for a few of them but if you have an idea, please feel free to share it with me. I don't want to make any promises I can't keep, but please share ideas and I will either use it or use part of it. You'll get credit either way.

Please review? I love getting them almost as much as I love anyone who reads this and almost as much as I love my regular reviewers/cheerleaders.