I know it's been a while!!! I finally did it! I wrote another chapter and
I've got the whole story planned out! I'm going to Disney or Universal or
one of the parks tomorrow, so you won't read the finale then, but the next
day you shall! Enjoy this and review it baby!
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Chapter 8
Oscar fiddled with his fingers at the distribution center the next morning. Everyone seemed to be giving him nasty looks, and he was worried the word had gotten out. He just grinned and acted like nothing happened. "10 papes," a kid said to Wiesel the next morning, than glared at Oscar and snarled. Oscar swallowed hard and smiled stupidly. "Ay Wease, what's say ya let Osca' off fa a bit?" Spot inquired. "Spot!" Wiesel growled, "what are you'se doin' in Manhattan? Get back ta Brooklyn where you'se belong!" Sparkles popped out from behind Spot. She said sweetly, "We's just wanna talk ta Osca'." Oscar put his hands up. "I'se just fine where I'se at." Wiesel raised his eyebrows and stared at Oscar. "You'se in trouble?" Jack walked up to the center, holding Loops' hand tightly. He said, "Now Osca', Loopsie just wants ta." Loops screamed, "Osc. Swifty! Oscar! Come out from there!" Morris chuckled at his worried brother. "In a bit'a trouble, ay brudda'?" Jack announced, "Nobody's buyin' any papes till Osca' gets his ass out here." With that said, all of the people in line scattered into groups and dismounted the ramp up to the Distribution Center. Weasel, caring only of his business and not the welfare of his nephew, grabbed Oscar's arm and pushed him out the door of the office. Jack nodded and called out, "All right everybody! Git back in da line! And no buttin'!" Everyone filed back in. Oscar chuckled as he slowly tried to walk away from the angry group he had tarnished. Loops wrapped her arms around Oscar and then pulled away. "Wait, who are." She put her arms around him again. Then she pulled away again. Swifty came from the lodging house and Loops trotted over to him, linking arms. Swifty and Loops walked away while Jack, Sparkles, and Spot dealt with Oscar. Morris walked out of the office. "Trouble here?" he inquired. "We's just need some facts from ya brudda'. We won't hurt him if he gives it ta us," Spot informed. Oscar swallowed again for the millionth time. "I'se. I'se. it's gone," he stated. Sparkles got close to Oscar. "What?" she growled. "I'se. I'se trew it in da fireplace!" he confessed. He closed his eyes, waiting for a beating. Spot reached his arms out, ready to pounce, but Jack held him back. "Now Spot. der's gotta be anudda' book." "No," Oscar stated, covering his head, "der's only one." Jack let Spot go. "Go get 'im!" he yelled. Jack and Spot pounced on Oscar and beat swung as many punches as they could. Morris jumped on the two, trying to help his brother. The big dog pile was just a big dog pile; nobody really was getting hurt, just squished. Sparkles stood in silence, thinking hard. "Now," she bellowed, "beatin' Osca' up ain't helpin'!" She pushed the big pile over and the boys all fell on their backs. Oscar kept his head covered. "Osca'," Sparkles began, "tell us what you'se actually did." Oscar uncovered his head and saw the other boys lying on the ground also. "Well," Oscar stated, "I don't member." Sparkles' eyes watered. "Loops and Skip was in love! You ruined it all! You ruined me sista'!" she screamed, running away. Spot jogged after her, calling back, "I'll get you'se back Osca'!" Oscar bit his lip. Morris was dumbfounded. "I don't get it," he slurred. Jack rolled his eyes. "Osca'," he said, getting up and dusting his pants off, "you'se betta' find a way ta fix all dis." He jogged after the other two and disappeared inside the lodging house. There was no way to fix things without the book, but the three weren't ready to give up just yet.
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More to come of course!!! REVIEW IT!!! *GRINS*!!!
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Chapter 8
Oscar fiddled with his fingers at the distribution center the next morning. Everyone seemed to be giving him nasty looks, and he was worried the word had gotten out. He just grinned and acted like nothing happened. "10 papes," a kid said to Wiesel the next morning, than glared at Oscar and snarled. Oscar swallowed hard and smiled stupidly. "Ay Wease, what's say ya let Osca' off fa a bit?" Spot inquired. "Spot!" Wiesel growled, "what are you'se doin' in Manhattan? Get back ta Brooklyn where you'se belong!" Sparkles popped out from behind Spot. She said sweetly, "We's just wanna talk ta Osca'." Oscar put his hands up. "I'se just fine where I'se at." Wiesel raised his eyebrows and stared at Oscar. "You'se in trouble?" Jack walked up to the center, holding Loops' hand tightly. He said, "Now Osca', Loopsie just wants ta." Loops screamed, "Osc. Swifty! Oscar! Come out from there!" Morris chuckled at his worried brother. "In a bit'a trouble, ay brudda'?" Jack announced, "Nobody's buyin' any papes till Osca' gets his ass out here." With that said, all of the people in line scattered into groups and dismounted the ramp up to the Distribution Center. Weasel, caring only of his business and not the welfare of his nephew, grabbed Oscar's arm and pushed him out the door of the office. Jack nodded and called out, "All right everybody! Git back in da line! And no buttin'!" Everyone filed back in. Oscar chuckled as he slowly tried to walk away from the angry group he had tarnished. Loops wrapped her arms around Oscar and then pulled away. "Wait, who are." She put her arms around him again. Then she pulled away again. Swifty came from the lodging house and Loops trotted over to him, linking arms. Swifty and Loops walked away while Jack, Sparkles, and Spot dealt with Oscar. Morris walked out of the office. "Trouble here?" he inquired. "We's just need some facts from ya brudda'. We won't hurt him if he gives it ta us," Spot informed. Oscar swallowed again for the millionth time. "I'se. I'se. it's gone," he stated. Sparkles got close to Oscar. "What?" she growled. "I'se. I'se trew it in da fireplace!" he confessed. He closed his eyes, waiting for a beating. Spot reached his arms out, ready to pounce, but Jack held him back. "Now Spot. der's gotta be anudda' book." "No," Oscar stated, covering his head, "der's only one." Jack let Spot go. "Go get 'im!" he yelled. Jack and Spot pounced on Oscar and beat swung as many punches as they could. Morris jumped on the two, trying to help his brother. The big dog pile was just a big dog pile; nobody really was getting hurt, just squished. Sparkles stood in silence, thinking hard. "Now," she bellowed, "beatin' Osca' up ain't helpin'!" She pushed the big pile over and the boys all fell on their backs. Oscar kept his head covered. "Osca'," Sparkles began, "tell us what you'se actually did." Oscar uncovered his head and saw the other boys lying on the ground also. "Well," Oscar stated, "I don't member." Sparkles' eyes watered. "Loops and Skip was in love! You ruined it all! You ruined me sista'!" she screamed, running away. Spot jogged after her, calling back, "I'll get you'se back Osca'!" Oscar bit his lip. Morris was dumbfounded. "I don't get it," he slurred. Jack rolled his eyes. "Osca'," he said, getting up and dusting his pants off, "you'se betta' find a way ta fix all dis." He jogged after the other two and disappeared inside the lodging house. There was no way to fix things without the book, but the three weren't ready to give up just yet.
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More to come of course!!! REVIEW IT!!! *GRINS*!!!