Chapter 4
Cinch pulled Loops away from the large crowd of newsies who were rushing to the Distribution Office. "Loops," Cinch whispered, "we gotta talk."
Loops knew something was wrong. Cinch never seemed so worried. "Sure." Loops and Cinch started walking away from the papers.
"You can't get married," Cinch said simply.
Loops chuckled, "OK Cinch." She turned around and Cinch grabbed her wrist.
"Marriage is a REALLY big step! You gotta love da same guy faeva! FAEVER! TILL DEATH DO YOU PART! Don't ya undastand dat?" Cinch was very serious. She was speaking in her usual New York accent.
"I can't believe you're doing this. Skip and I LOVE each other."
"You're only 18! He's 20 years old Loops. I hate ta break it to ya, but guys are slobs and dey ain't for da younga' goils. I know dis." She lowered her head.
"We're not dat far apart in age Cinch. I realize you're tryin' ta help, but Skip does love me. And… and…" Loops took a deep breath. "We both love each other. And… why are you doin' dis?"
Cinch raised her head and put her hands on Loops' shoulders. "You're my best pal. Skip is not da one fa you. Beliee me."
ALLEY RIGHT BY THE DISTRIBUTION OFFICE:
Oscar was taking a short break from his daily distributing job. He had left the doll he had made in an alley and taken a book along with him. "OK my sweet. It's time ta come ta Osca'." He opened the book he had found in a magic shop in Harlem. He read what it said:
"Love is a many splendid thing… Love lifts us up where we belong… All you need is love… Dis is corny! Uh… Step 1: Get doll and… blah blah blah. Step 2: Blah blah. Uh… here we go. Step 5: Mix a cup'a sugar wit a pinch'a salt." Oscar pulled a tiny bowl from his coat and a bag with sugar and some salt mixed in it. He poured them into the bowl and kept reading. "Step 6: Prick ya finga'… wha'? Dis didn't say nuttin' about bleedin' yaself last night!" He shook his head and flew his arms around. He felt a sharp pain in his hand and realized he had banged his hand on the wall behind him. He chuckled and said with a smile, "Osca', you're so cleva'." He closed his eyes and pinched the area around the cut to make it come out. A few drops poured out into the bowl and he finished reading. "Step 7: Trow da doll in da bowl and say dease words: Da greatest ting you'll eva' learn is jus' ta love and be loved in return." He nodded. "Sounds interestin'." He threw the doll into the bowl and repeated the words. Then he read on. "The end." He nodded again. "OK. I guess dat's, uh…"
"Osca'!" Morris was running down the alley now. He pulled Oscar up and the two ran back up the alley. "Uncle Weas is gonna kick ya ass if ya don't learn ta take short breaks!" The two ran back to the Distribution Office, bumping into 2 newsies.
"Watch where ya walk!" Snitch scowled.
Swifty made a fist at the two and shook his head. "Da next time dey…"
"Stop tryin' ta act tough," Snitch laughed. He slapped Swifty on the back, causing his papers to fly everywhere. Swifty gasped as he saw his money fly away. He whacked Snitch on the head. "Fine! I won't help ya pick 'em up!" Snitch yelled, shaking his head as he walked away to sell his own papers.
Swifty sagged his shoulder and saw that one of his papers had flown into the alley Oscar had just come from. He ran down the alley and picked the perfect paper back up. His eyes caught the doll and he picked it up. He stared at it and threw it back down into the bowl. "Ain't nuttin' interestin' ta be picked up around 'ere. Ain't nuttin' interestin' anywhere!" he mumbled. "'Cept Skip and Loops. I wish I could fall in love." He shook his head as the doll started to glow...
BACK TO LOOPS AND CINCH:
"… Do ya undastand now?" Cinch begged her friend.
Loops was about to walk away when she felt a strange twitch in her neck, as if it had been hit slightly. She stopped and turned back to Cinch. "I undastand," Loops said, nodding. "Ya right, Skip ain't da one fa me." She clasped her hands together and sighed deeply. "Swifty is da one fa me!" she cried.
Cinch's mouth fell open. "Wha'? Swifty, like… Swifty Swifty? Swifty, da one… Swifty?" she stumbled.
With that said, Loops ran back to the Distribution Office to deliver the VERY bad news.
Read on!
BTW: Some the voodoo words were taken from one of my favorite movies "Moulin Rouge!" See it! *Grins*
Cinch pulled Loops away from the large crowd of newsies who were rushing to the Distribution Office. "Loops," Cinch whispered, "we gotta talk."
Loops knew something was wrong. Cinch never seemed so worried. "Sure." Loops and Cinch started walking away from the papers.
"You can't get married," Cinch said simply.
Loops chuckled, "OK Cinch." She turned around and Cinch grabbed her wrist.
"Marriage is a REALLY big step! You gotta love da same guy faeva! FAEVER! TILL DEATH DO YOU PART! Don't ya undastand dat?" Cinch was very serious. She was speaking in her usual New York accent.
"I can't believe you're doing this. Skip and I LOVE each other."
"You're only 18! He's 20 years old Loops. I hate ta break it to ya, but guys are slobs and dey ain't for da younga' goils. I know dis." She lowered her head.
"We're not dat far apart in age Cinch. I realize you're tryin' ta help, but Skip does love me. And… and…" Loops took a deep breath. "We both love each other. And… why are you doin' dis?"
Cinch raised her head and put her hands on Loops' shoulders. "You're my best pal. Skip is not da one fa you. Beliee me."
ALLEY RIGHT BY THE DISTRIBUTION OFFICE:
Oscar was taking a short break from his daily distributing job. He had left the doll he had made in an alley and taken a book along with him. "OK my sweet. It's time ta come ta Osca'." He opened the book he had found in a magic shop in Harlem. He read what it said:
"Love is a many splendid thing… Love lifts us up where we belong… All you need is love… Dis is corny! Uh… Step 1: Get doll and… blah blah blah. Step 2: Blah blah. Uh… here we go. Step 5: Mix a cup'a sugar wit a pinch'a salt." Oscar pulled a tiny bowl from his coat and a bag with sugar and some salt mixed in it. He poured them into the bowl and kept reading. "Step 6: Prick ya finga'… wha'? Dis didn't say nuttin' about bleedin' yaself last night!" He shook his head and flew his arms around. He felt a sharp pain in his hand and realized he had banged his hand on the wall behind him. He chuckled and said with a smile, "Osca', you're so cleva'." He closed his eyes and pinched the area around the cut to make it come out. A few drops poured out into the bowl and he finished reading. "Step 7: Trow da doll in da bowl and say dease words: Da greatest ting you'll eva' learn is jus' ta love and be loved in return." He nodded. "Sounds interestin'." He threw the doll into the bowl and repeated the words. Then he read on. "The end." He nodded again. "OK. I guess dat's, uh…"
"Osca'!" Morris was running down the alley now. He pulled Oscar up and the two ran back up the alley. "Uncle Weas is gonna kick ya ass if ya don't learn ta take short breaks!" The two ran back to the Distribution Office, bumping into 2 newsies.
"Watch where ya walk!" Snitch scowled.
Swifty made a fist at the two and shook his head. "Da next time dey…"
"Stop tryin' ta act tough," Snitch laughed. He slapped Swifty on the back, causing his papers to fly everywhere. Swifty gasped as he saw his money fly away. He whacked Snitch on the head. "Fine! I won't help ya pick 'em up!" Snitch yelled, shaking his head as he walked away to sell his own papers.
Swifty sagged his shoulder and saw that one of his papers had flown into the alley Oscar had just come from. He ran down the alley and picked the perfect paper back up. His eyes caught the doll and he picked it up. He stared at it and threw it back down into the bowl. "Ain't nuttin' interestin' ta be picked up around 'ere. Ain't nuttin' interestin' anywhere!" he mumbled. "'Cept Skip and Loops. I wish I could fall in love." He shook his head as the doll started to glow...
BACK TO LOOPS AND CINCH:
"… Do ya undastand now?" Cinch begged her friend.
Loops was about to walk away when she felt a strange twitch in her neck, as if it had been hit slightly. She stopped and turned back to Cinch. "I undastand," Loops said, nodding. "Ya right, Skip ain't da one fa me." She clasped her hands together and sighed deeply. "Swifty is da one fa me!" she cried.
Cinch's mouth fell open. "Wha'? Swifty, like… Swifty Swifty? Swifty, da one… Swifty?" she stumbled.
With that said, Loops ran back to the Distribution Office to deliver the VERY bad news.
Read on!
BTW: Some the voodoo words were taken from one of my favorite movies "Moulin Rouge!" See it! *Grins*