Yay!! I can finally update!! Woo Hoo!! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and
I hope you continue to do so!! *MWAH*
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All of a sudden, lightning clapped and thunder flashed - strike that, reverse it - and the drag queens awoke. But they weren't drag queens anymore. They were --
"JAAAACCKK!!! You're back to normal!" Stress cried, momentarily forgetting that a huge tornado was coming there way. Jack had that effect on her, and it wasn't always a good thing. She ran up to him and jumped him, knocking him over to the floor, landing on top of Tinker.
The impact woke Tinker up. "What the heck? Ohhh," she said slyly as she noticed the position that Stress and Jack were in, "I see that you found your Jacky Boy, eh, Stress? Where's my Spot then?" She jumped up, knocking Jack and Stress onto their rear ends. "Owww..." Stress moaned as she rubbed her sore spot, the same sore spot that she had landed on since she was sucked through her computer. "Do I have a floor magnet in my back pocket or what?"
Meanwhile Tinker had spotted (hehe, spotted) Spot. After being knocked over by Patchess, Spot lay on the floor, quite disorientated. One second he was in Brooklyn, then he was *gasp* a girl, and now he's Spot. Well, that wasn't a bad thing. Shaking his head, Spot went to stand up.
"Spot!!" Tinker cried as she hopped, yes she finally hopped, on Spot. Spot fell back bewildered and landed on top of Slash!, waking her up this time.
"Wha--wha--what happened?" she asked as she stood up and saw that all the newsies were awake and back to normal. Before she could have the chance to drag Specs and Dutchy off into a small room to force them to confess their undying love to one another, Feisty pointed out the window and screamed, "Hey, guys. What about the tornado, remember?"
Stress got to her feet and ran to the window. The shock of seeing Jack in the flesh had driven the thought of the tornado out of her mind, but now she was anxious to see if Ms. Gulch would be flying by. Ms. Gulch or a cow, that would be cool. Cows made milk and boy was she thirsty. "Where's the cow? I want some milk." she announced as she pushed Megs to the side and leaned out the window, waiting for her cow to fly by.
Prankster walked over to Stress and rapped her on the forehead. "Milk? Cow? What in blazes are you talking about, Stress?"
"Blaze is here? I haven't seen her yet." Stress replied, her eyes fixed on the approaching purple tornado. A tornado that no one on the streets of New York was paying attention to. But then again, if they could ignore the newsies signing and dancing down the streets day in and day out, then surely they could ignore the giant, spiralling, oddly-colored tornado that was heading straight towards Duane Street.
Squibble joined Stress at the window and shrieked when the purple tornado floated directly up to the window and stopped. Squibble turned, and after looking through the lodging house frantically, and jumped into the arms of an unsuspecting Davey. Davey fell back when she landed in his arms and promptly dropped her (out of surprise, of course.) As Squibble dusted herself off and pulled Davey into her lap, Quipster laughed her head off.
The other girls tried to ignore the scene inside the bunkroom, but couldn't when Quipster's head rolled off her shoulder and mosied it's way across the dirty bunkroom floor. Jack stepped forward, picked up Quipster's head and handed it back to her. "Heah ya go, miss."
Stress looked from the intimidating tornado at the window to the corner where Quipster, after sticking her head back onto her neck, was smiling coyly at Jack. "I don't think so, Jacky." she announced as she stalked over to Jack and pulled him back over to the window.
Jack shrugged and waved as Quipster battered her eyelashes suggestively at Jack before turning to introduce herself to the nearest newsie in her sight -- Blink. "Hi there, one-eye. How are you?" she asked, nicely, ignoring the heated looks Sab and Patchess were giving her.
For T.A.R.K. had given Quipster a great idea. Taken example from her new favorite red headed kid, she now had her own evil plan that she planned on putting into effect now that she had the impossible and travelled back to Manhattan, 1899. "Mwahahaha... All the newsies will be mine. And I guess I'll start with this one." she thought to herself as she began to flirt with Blink. "It's a pity my rolling-my-head-on-the-floor-to-get-a-newsie's- attention plan didn't work on your Jacky-Boy. But don't you fret, Stress. I will get Jack!" she laughed to herself evilly ignoring the puzzled look in Blink's eye.
Meanwhile, Stress had pulled a pair of handcuffs out of her pocket and slipped it onto Jack's wrist. "There, now you have to stay by my side."
Jack's eyes widened momentarily as Stress handcuffed herself to him, but shrugged directly after. "Dat's fine wit' me, I don't mind bein' attached ta such a beautiful goil like yourself." Jack said, using one of his most favorite pick-up lines on her, "My name is Jack, which I t'ink you'se awlready know. What's yours, doll face?"
Stress began to giggle like a little girl at Jack's smooth words. "My name is Stress and these are all my friends. We're visiting here for awhile thanks to one of your friends. Did--"
All of the girls, and most of the boys, except for Quipster, Blink, Jack, Stress, Sab and Patchess (they were staring at Quipster flirting with their man, Blink), were staring at Jack and Stress like they had two heads apeice. "Hello, did you forget about the life-threatening tornado out here?" Wish asked disbelievingly.
"Oh, yeah. Forget 'bout dat." Stress shrugged as she dragged her new love slave -- er, Jack, to the window to face the giant red tornado. Wait a second-- wasn't the tornado purple just moments ago?
"Hey guys, wasn't that tornado purple just moments ago?" Tunes asked, reading the author's mind. How'd she do that?
"I don't know." Tunes responded. Stop doing that!
"Alright, alright, I'll try." Tunes announced shrugging. Arrrrggghhh!!!
Before anyone, neither a NMLer or a Newsie, could answer Tunes's observation, or ask why she was talking to the ceiling and covering her ears, the red tornado began to spin double - no triple - time until everyone's eyes were spinning before them. As they were all blinded, a figure appeared before them all. Though everything was blurred, the figure, floating right in mid-air in front of the window, was clear and able to be seen.
"Oh, no. Not you again." Monday called out at the sight of the magical being.
"Mwahahaha, how do you'se goils like me havoc so far?" T.A.R.K. asked, tilting his head back and laughing like a maniac.
"You made our precious newsies into drag queens?" Moneybags roared, no longer feeling nauseous now that Race was a guy again. Well, I guess if he was just a drag queen then he was always a guy, but now he looked like a guy too. Did that make any sense to you? Me neither... Anywho,
"Yup, dat was me idea an' I'se jist gettin' stahted." he cackled as he rubbed his hands together in an evil manner.
"Froggy, what is you doin' out deah? Why is you floatin'?" Jack called, looking at the floating distribution center worker.
"Froggy?!" the 31 NMLer's called in surprise. They thought Harly was joking when she called him Froggy.
Race turned to face the stunned girls. "Yeah, what didja t'ink his name was?"
"Hey, ovah heah? Da evil, annoyin', havoc-wreakin' kid, 'membah?" T.A.R.K. pouted, annoyed that all the girls and guys were now ignoring him. When he was sure that he had all of their attention again he continued laughing evilly. "Mwahahahaha!! Dat was fun, wasn''t it fellas? Or should I say goils? An' I gots a lot moah in stoah for you'se awl."
"What do you have planned now?" Laces asked, a little nervous. Ok, a lot nervous.
"Hmm...should I tell you'se awl... I don't know..." T.A.R.K. said, enjoying the torture he was putting them all through.
"Please??" chorused Dice, Iris and Braces. They REALLY wanted to know what T.A.R.K. was going to do next.
*FLASH*
At the flash of a camera all the occupants in the bunkroom were able to see again, no longer blinded to their surroundings . Unfortunately, though, T.A.R.K. had disappeared with the flash. Fortunately, though, the tornado had also vanished. Unfortunately, though, the girls and guys now had no clue to what lay in store for them. Fortunately, though... Ok, I'm done with that.
Everyone, once they got the scary mental image of T.A.R.K.'s face out of their heads, looked around to see who it was that got rid of T.A.R.K. Quirky whistled guiltily and put her hand behind her back as Jibajabba approached her. "Quirky, what do you have behind your back?"
Quirky slowly brought her hand out in front of her and showed the group the digital camera that was in her hand. "I had this in my hand when I was sucked through my computer and I stuck it in my pocket. Now that we are here, I wanted to get some pictures of my Jake." she explained, pointing to the puzzled newsie with his black bowler hat on.
"Umm-- what's a computer? And what is that? And what are you girls doing here?" Mush asked in quick succession. Everyone looked over at hm in surprise. This is the simple, sweet, strong but stupid (yay!! S adjectives in this part) Mush they had all come to know and love?
"Uhh... I think I'll tell you later, k?" Pisky said as she rushed to his side and clutched his arm. Mush looked at Pisky and smiled, running his fingers through his curly hair. "Hi theah, sweetheart. Me name's Mush, an' you?"
Pisky looked at Mush and giggled when she saw that Mush had gotten his fingers only about halfway through his hair when they had gotten stuck. "Pisky." she stammered between giggles.
After watching Stress and Jack become bonded and Pisky and Mush introduce themselves, all of the other girls went to rush off and find their guy. Well, they tried. When the guys saw a whole herd of girls start to run and grab at them they all dove under their bunks for safety.
"Girls, girls, calm down." Stress called raising the arm that wasn't handcuffed to Jack as Lucky ran right into Holiday, Loch and Discord collided, and Chesa, Reeny and Princess all tried to snatch at Skittery's pink underwears that were hanging over the side of his bunk. (Wait a sec, if he wasn't wearing his pink undies, what was he wearing underneath his clothes? Mmm, nice mental picture for all the Skitts fans out there.) "Let's do this civlized, k? On the count of three, calmly approach the guy of your choice and no switching. Remember, we already claimed the guys."
"Whaddya mean, claimed us?" Jack whispered as all the girls walked calmly - OK, they couldn't walk calmly, they still ran, but there were no more collisions this time - over to find their newsies.
"Don't you worry your cute little head about that, Jack." Stress said smiling warmly at her new prize. "Besides, we have other things to worry about."
"Ya mean like what Froggy meant when he said dat deah was more havoc ta come?" Jack asked as he placed his cowboy hat onto his head.
"Yuppers, that's exactly what I meant." Stress replied as she reached over, took Jack's hat of his head and placed it on her own. "Look at me, I'm a cowgirl!" she said with a smile. Whatever havoc T.A.R.K. was planning would be worth it now that she was there with Jack.
And as she looked around the bunkroom at all the smiles on her fellow NMLer's, she knew they felt the same exact way.
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More to come soon!! If you have any suggestions put them in the review and I'll try to use them!!
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All of a sudden, lightning clapped and thunder flashed - strike that, reverse it - and the drag queens awoke. But they weren't drag queens anymore. They were --
"JAAAACCKK!!! You're back to normal!" Stress cried, momentarily forgetting that a huge tornado was coming there way. Jack had that effect on her, and it wasn't always a good thing. She ran up to him and jumped him, knocking him over to the floor, landing on top of Tinker.
The impact woke Tinker up. "What the heck? Ohhh," she said slyly as she noticed the position that Stress and Jack were in, "I see that you found your Jacky Boy, eh, Stress? Where's my Spot then?" She jumped up, knocking Jack and Stress onto their rear ends. "Owww..." Stress moaned as she rubbed her sore spot, the same sore spot that she had landed on since she was sucked through her computer. "Do I have a floor magnet in my back pocket or what?"
Meanwhile Tinker had spotted (hehe, spotted) Spot. After being knocked over by Patchess, Spot lay on the floor, quite disorientated. One second he was in Brooklyn, then he was *gasp* a girl, and now he's Spot. Well, that wasn't a bad thing. Shaking his head, Spot went to stand up.
"Spot!!" Tinker cried as she hopped, yes she finally hopped, on Spot. Spot fell back bewildered and landed on top of Slash!, waking her up this time.
"Wha--wha--what happened?" she asked as she stood up and saw that all the newsies were awake and back to normal. Before she could have the chance to drag Specs and Dutchy off into a small room to force them to confess their undying love to one another, Feisty pointed out the window and screamed, "Hey, guys. What about the tornado, remember?"
Stress got to her feet and ran to the window. The shock of seeing Jack in the flesh had driven the thought of the tornado out of her mind, but now she was anxious to see if Ms. Gulch would be flying by. Ms. Gulch or a cow, that would be cool. Cows made milk and boy was she thirsty. "Where's the cow? I want some milk." she announced as she pushed Megs to the side and leaned out the window, waiting for her cow to fly by.
Prankster walked over to Stress and rapped her on the forehead. "Milk? Cow? What in blazes are you talking about, Stress?"
"Blaze is here? I haven't seen her yet." Stress replied, her eyes fixed on the approaching purple tornado. A tornado that no one on the streets of New York was paying attention to. But then again, if they could ignore the newsies signing and dancing down the streets day in and day out, then surely they could ignore the giant, spiralling, oddly-colored tornado that was heading straight towards Duane Street.
Squibble joined Stress at the window and shrieked when the purple tornado floated directly up to the window and stopped. Squibble turned, and after looking through the lodging house frantically, and jumped into the arms of an unsuspecting Davey. Davey fell back when she landed in his arms and promptly dropped her (out of surprise, of course.) As Squibble dusted herself off and pulled Davey into her lap, Quipster laughed her head off.
The other girls tried to ignore the scene inside the bunkroom, but couldn't when Quipster's head rolled off her shoulder and mosied it's way across the dirty bunkroom floor. Jack stepped forward, picked up Quipster's head and handed it back to her. "Heah ya go, miss."
Stress looked from the intimidating tornado at the window to the corner where Quipster, after sticking her head back onto her neck, was smiling coyly at Jack. "I don't think so, Jacky." she announced as she stalked over to Jack and pulled him back over to the window.
Jack shrugged and waved as Quipster battered her eyelashes suggestively at Jack before turning to introduce herself to the nearest newsie in her sight -- Blink. "Hi there, one-eye. How are you?" she asked, nicely, ignoring the heated looks Sab and Patchess were giving her.
For T.A.R.K. had given Quipster a great idea. Taken example from her new favorite red headed kid, she now had her own evil plan that she planned on putting into effect now that she had the impossible and travelled back to Manhattan, 1899. "Mwahahaha... All the newsies will be mine. And I guess I'll start with this one." she thought to herself as she began to flirt with Blink. "It's a pity my rolling-my-head-on-the-floor-to-get-a-newsie's- attention plan didn't work on your Jacky-Boy. But don't you fret, Stress. I will get Jack!" she laughed to herself evilly ignoring the puzzled look in Blink's eye.
Meanwhile, Stress had pulled a pair of handcuffs out of her pocket and slipped it onto Jack's wrist. "There, now you have to stay by my side."
Jack's eyes widened momentarily as Stress handcuffed herself to him, but shrugged directly after. "Dat's fine wit' me, I don't mind bein' attached ta such a beautiful goil like yourself." Jack said, using one of his most favorite pick-up lines on her, "My name is Jack, which I t'ink you'se awlready know. What's yours, doll face?"
Stress began to giggle like a little girl at Jack's smooth words. "My name is Stress and these are all my friends. We're visiting here for awhile thanks to one of your friends. Did--"
All of the girls, and most of the boys, except for Quipster, Blink, Jack, Stress, Sab and Patchess (they were staring at Quipster flirting with their man, Blink), were staring at Jack and Stress like they had two heads apeice. "Hello, did you forget about the life-threatening tornado out here?" Wish asked disbelievingly.
"Oh, yeah. Forget 'bout dat." Stress shrugged as she dragged her new love slave -- er, Jack, to the window to face the giant red tornado. Wait a second-- wasn't the tornado purple just moments ago?
"Hey guys, wasn't that tornado purple just moments ago?" Tunes asked, reading the author's mind. How'd she do that?
"I don't know." Tunes responded. Stop doing that!
"Alright, alright, I'll try." Tunes announced shrugging. Arrrrggghhh!!!
Before anyone, neither a NMLer or a Newsie, could answer Tunes's observation, or ask why she was talking to the ceiling and covering her ears, the red tornado began to spin double - no triple - time until everyone's eyes were spinning before them. As they were all blinded, a figure appeared before them all. Though everything was blurred, the figure, floating right in mid-air in front of the window, was clear and able to be seen.
"Oh, no. Not you again." Monday called out at the sight of the magical being.
"Mwahahaha, how do you'se goils like me havoc so far?" T.A.R.K. asked, tilting his head back and laughing like a maniac.
"You made our precious newsies into drag queens?" Moneybags roared, no longer feeling nauseous now that Race was a guy again. Well, I guess if he was just a drag queen then he was always a guy, but now he looked like a guy too. Did that make any sense to you? Me neither... Anywho,
"Yup, dat was me idea an' I'se jist gettin' stahted." he cackled as he rubbed his hands together in an evil manner.
"Froggy, what is you doin' out deah? Why is you floatin'?" Jack called, looking at the floating distribution center worker.
"Froggy?!" the 31 NMLer's called in surprise. They thought Harly was joking when she called him Froggy.
Race turned to face the stunned girls. "Yeah, what didja t'ink his name was?"
"Hey, ovah heah? Da evil, annoyin', havoc-wreakin' kid, 'membah?" T.A.R.K. pouted, annoyed that all the girls and guys were now ignoring him. When he was sure that he had all of their attention again he continued laughing evilly. "Mwahahahaha!! Dat was fun, wasn''t it fellas? Or should I say goils? An' I gots a lot moah in stoah for you'se awl."
"What do you have planned now?" Laces asked, a little nervous. Ok, a lot nervous.
"Hmm...should I tell you'se awl... I don't know..." T.A.R.K. said, enjoying the torture he was putting them all through.
"Please??" chorused Dice, Iris and Braces. They REALLY wanted to know what T.A.R.K. was going to do next.
*FLASH*
At the flash of a camera all the occupants in the bunkroom were able to see again, no longer blinded to their surroundings . Unfortunately, though, T.A.R.K. had disappeared with the flash. Fortunately, though, the tornado had also vanished. Unfortunately, though, the girls and guys now had no clue to what lay in store for them. Fortunately, though... Ok, I'm done with that.
Everyone, once they got the scary mental image of T.A.R.K.'s face out of their heads, looked around to see who it was that got rid of T.A.R.K. Quirky whistled guiltily and put her hand behind her back as Jibajabba approached her. "Quirky, what do you have behind your back?"
Quirky slowly brought her hand out in front of her and showed the group the digital camera that was in her hand. "I had this in my hand when I was sucked through my computer and I stuck it in my pocket. Now that we are here, I wanted to get some pictures of my Jake." she explained, pointing to the puzzled newsie with his black bowler hat on.
"Umm-- what's a computer? And what is that? And what are you girls doing here?" Mush asked in quick succession. Everyone looked over at hm in surprise. This is the simple, sweet, strong but stupid (yay!! S adjectives in this part) Mush they had all come to know and love?
"Uhh... I think I'll tell you later, k?" Pisky said as she rushed to his side and clutched his arm. Mush looked at Pisky and smiled, running his fingers through his curly hair. "Hi theah, sweetheart. Me name's Mush, an' you?"
Pisky looked at Mush and giggled when she saw that Mush had gotten his fingers only about halfway through his hair when they had gotten stuck. "Pisky." she stammered between giggles.
After watching Stress and Jack become bonded and Pisky and Mush introduce themselves, all of the other girls went to rush off and find their guy. Well, they tried. When the guys saw a whole herd of girls start to run and grab at them they all dove under their bunks for safety.
"Girls, girls, calm down." Stress called raising the arm that wasn't handcuffed to Jack as Lucky ran right into Holiday, Loch and Discord collided, and Chesa, Reeny and Princess all tried to snatch at Skittery's pink underwears that were hanging over the side of his bunk. (Wait a sec, if he wasn't wearing his pink undies, what was he wearing underneath his clothes? Mmm, nice mental picture for all the Skitts fans out there.) "Let's do this civlized, k? On the count of three, calmly approach the guy of your choice and no switching. Remember, we already claimed the guys."
"Whaddya mean, claimed us?" Jack whispered as all the girls walked calmly - OK, they couldn't walk calmly, they still ran, but there were no more collisions this time - over to find their newsies.
"Don't you worry your cute little head about that, Jack." Stress said smiling warmly at her new prize. "Besides, we have other things to worry about."
"Ya mean like what Froggy meant when he said dat deah was more havoc ta come?" Jack asked as he placed his cowboy hat onto his head.
"Yuppers, that's exactly what I meant." Stress replied as she reached over, took Jack's hat of his head and placed it on her own. "Look at me, I'm a cowgirl!" she said with a smile. Whatever havoc T.A.R.K. was planning would be worth it now that she was there with Jack.
And as she looked around the bunkroom at all the smiles on her fellow NMLer's, she knew they felt the same exact way.
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More to come soon!! If you have any suggestions put them in the review and I'll try to use them!!