I would just like to say at this time that I do not own "The Princess
Bride" or "Johnny Bravo". Thank you.
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*****Holiday and Bumlets*****
As Bumlets stood watching the "Blink's-body-tug-of-war" that was taking place right in front of him, Holiday stood right next to him, fiddling with the gold cross necklace that hung around her neck. "Sooo..." she began, trying to draw his attention from the spot where Quipster and Patchess were arguing over Blink.
Bumlets snapped to attention and grinned sheepishly at Holiday. "Sooo..." he mimicked as he ran a hand through his thick black hair.
Unable to contain her happiness at being in Bumlet's presence, Holiday let out a squeal. "Ohmigosh!" she said before regaining the calm composure she had the second before.
Bumlets looked taken aback for a moment, but smiled as he used his finger to clear his ear. "Teenyboppah moment, eh?"
Holiday looked surprised. "You guys know what teenyboppers are?"
Bumlets nodded. "Shoah. What do ya 'spect? O' coise deah's gonna be teenyboppahs when awl o' da newsies in New Yawk are as goodlookin' as we are." Upon the completion of his sentence Bumlets drew a small hand mirror from his back pocket and gave his reflection a kiss. "Man, I'se perdy!" he whispered to himself with a Johnny Bravo like smirk. Holiday nearly expected him to whip out a pair of black shades!
Taking her mind out of the Cartoon Network, Holiday looked at Bumlets with a shocked expression. "A vain Bumlets?" she mumbled, trying to come up with a clever remark to break the awkward moment. Luckily, at the very moment that Holiday opened her mouth to speak, Sab ran by them with the handcuffed Jack and Stress following close behind. Figuring that it would be better to drop the subject and watch the entertainment before her, Holiday closed her mouth and watched as Stress tried to appease Sab, Patchess and Quipster.
Holiday let out a silent giggle as she watched Quipster let go of her hold on Blink and send Blink barrelling into Tunes, Wish, Princess and Skittery, scattering them all over the bunkroom floor. After she witnessed Quipster lean over and kiss Blink, ignoring the murderous glares from Sab and Patchess, Holiday walked over to talk to Stress and Jack. Well, what she really wanted to do was to threaten Stress with her backpack again but since her "not-all-there" friend was currently handcuffed to the poor newsie, Holiday addressed Jack as well. "Hiya Stress, Jack."
"Hiya Holiday!" Stress chirped, waving the hand that wasn't attached to her beloved. Holiday rolled her eyes and glanced over at Jack. She couldn't help but laugh when she saw the panicked expression on Jack's face and his lips mouth the words "Help me!" as he jerked his head slightly at their adjoined wrists.
"Having fun, Cowboy?" she remarked sarcastically as she removed her backpack from her back and placed it at her feet, directly in Stress' line of vision.
Stress, who was about to launch into some of her well-known inane rambling, you know like all the times when she goes on and on and on about weird things and no one knows what the hell she's talking about? How she can babble and drone on until even the most interesting subject can seem as dull as seltzer water. Well, seltzer water is pretty cool if you think about it. It's water, but it's all bubbly, just like soda. And it can be different flavors but it's always clear. Did you ever stop to think how they do that, huh? Wait, where are you going? I promise, I'll be good. No more straying, ok? Good, now back to the story...
Anywho, Stress, who didn't get to start her rambling, stopped what she was doing once she saw Holiday's backpack come into focus. "You never know when a Snipeshooter may pop out of a backpack." Stress thought with a shudder as she clutched Jack's thigh with her hand. Unfortunately, or I should probably say fortunately, she grabbed for Jack's leg at the exact moment that Jack turned his body to comb the bunkroom for someone who would be able to break the handcuffs for him. Because of Jack's abrupt turn, instead of grabbing a fistful of his leg, Stress grabbed something else.
"Whoa!" cried Jack out loud as Stress turned bright red. Keeping her hand there for a second more, Stress pulled her white tank top over her head to hide. As Holiday doubled over in laughter, using one hand to lean against her backpack to give her support so she didn't fall over, Jack used his free hand to pull Stress' shirt down from her head. "I don't t'ink I'se gonna mind bein' handcuffed ta you'se at awl." he smirked as Stress' blush deepened. With one last grin, Jack began to drag Stress over to their secluded corner, the corner where they were sitting before Sab had interrupted their - OK, Stress' - plans for their wedding.
Holiday, who had had her back to Bumlets the entire time, continued to laugh at Jack, a sex-crazed look on his face, and Stress, who for the first time in her life, was speechless. As she was being dragged away, Stress finally mustered up the ability to say something. "Hey, Holiday. Weren't you the one who claimed Bumlets?" she called to Holiday, and waited until Holiday stopped laughing and nodded. "Thought so."
Holiday heard Stress' last words before she was dragged into the dark corner of the bunkroom, and decided to go back to being Bumlets' side magnet. Unfortunately when Holiday turned around, Bumlets was no longer kissing his reflection in the mirror-- He was kissing Quipster!
"Hey, Quipster. What are you doing?" Holiday said at once, her hazel-grey eyes flashing in annoyance.
Quipster pulled away from Bumlets, an amused look crossing her face. "Nothing at all, Holiday. I know Bumlets is your's." she smiled a charming smile as she looked around the room for her next victim. "Jack...maybe I'll try again..." she thought to herself as she strolled over to the secluded corner where Stress was feverishly searching her pockets for the handcuff keys. Quipster chuckled to herself as she made out Stress' shriek of "No, Jack, wait a sec. I gotta find those keys", followed by Jack's laugh.
Ignoring Quipster as she made her way across the bunkroom, Holiday rounded on Bumlets. "What were you doing there, buddy?"
"Bumlets." he said, assuming that Holiday didn't know his name.
Holiday scowled. "I know that your name is Bumlets. I've only been in love with you for how long?"
Bumlets perked up at her words. "Ya love me? What part o' me do you'se love?"
Holiday ticked off some of the million reasons why she was particularly fond of Bumlets. "Well, you seem to be really sweet and caring, and damn, you are fine."
Looping one of his arms through Holiday's while using his other hand to carry his walking stick, Bumlets led Holiday out of the lodging house. "Really, tell me moah 'bout meself."
Holiday hoisted her backpack on her back and shrugged. She talked about Bumlet's favorite topic, himself, the entire way to Central Park. After showing Holiday some of the landmarks from the movie - the distribution center, newsies square and Tibby's - Bumlets sat down on a bench and pulled Holiday onto his lap. "Y'know what Holly? I t'ink I'se fallin' in love wit' you'se. Not only are you'se an perdy as me, ya know awl 'bout me favorite subject."
Holiday blushed slightly and bent her head to give Bumlets a kiss. Once their lips met and their arms entwined themselved, both of them were too preoccupied to notice the mini red tornado that made it's way through all of the trees, pausing overhead.
"Awww, what have we got heah?" a voice interrupted, causing both Holiday and Bumlets to jump apart and fall off the bench.
Bumlets and Holiday tilted their heads up to the sky and were surprised to find T.A.R.K. sitting atop one of the taller trees in the park. Grasping her backpack for moral support, Holiday looked up at T.A.R.K. "What do you want? We were busy if you didn't notice."
T.A.R.K. opened his mouth wide and laughed an evil, evil laugh. "Mwahahahaha!! I did notice, Holiday. Dat's why I picked da two o' you'se ta wreak havoc on next!"
"Yeah right. What's a little, unknown, nameless newsie like you gonna do about that? Oh wait, I forgot. You're not cool enough to be a newsie, you little, unknown, nameless distribution center worker!" screeched Holiday, forgetting for the moment that this was the ever-mighty, immortal and powerful T.A.R.K. that stood, er- perched, in front of her.
"Holly, I don't t'ink dat dat was da smahtest t'ing ta do." whispered Bumlets, gripping his walking stick firmly in his right hand.
"Shhh, Bumlets. I know what I'm doing." Holiday whispered, still staring down an unimpressed T.A.R.K..
"I t'ink not, goily." T.A.R.K. said before clapping his hands thirteen times in a row. One, two, three, four, five, six, six, no wait, that was seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve and, finally, thirteen.
After the thirteenth clap T.A.R.K. did a double take and laughed two short laughs, ha...ha..., before vanishing into thin air. As Holiday and Bumlets looked around in surprise at T.A.R.K.'s disappearing trick, they both jumped and grabbed onto each other when they hear T.A.R.K.'s disembodied voice echo, "So many havocs ta wreak an' so li'l time... No, wait, I'se da evah-might, immortal an' powahful T.A.R.K... I got awl da time in da woild, Mwahahaha!!"
"That was odd." remarked Holiday, still wrapped in Bumlets' arms, snuggling against his chest. When Bumlets didn't respond and his entire body went tense, Holiday looked up. "Is something wrong, Bumlets?"
When all Bumlets could do was lift his hand and point his walking stick at something over her shoulder, Holiday knew something was up. Breaking herself loose from Bumlets' hold, Holiday turned around and saw a man with long dark hair, medieval style clothes, and matching facial scars, one on each cheek, carrying a sword approaching them.
Holiday jumped back in surprise when the man kept walking towards her and Bumlets. She jumped even higher when she realized that Bumlets had ran and ducked behind her, obviously using her as a shield between himself and the man. "Bumlets..." she warned as he sighed and stood in front of her. "Thanks, Bum... you know, we need to get you a nickname, Bumlets. I don't think that Bum works, do you?"
"Holly, shhh!! In case you'se forgot, deah is a sword wit' our names on it headin' dis way." he hissed.
"Oh, right."
All of a sudden the man stopped about ten feet from Bumlets and Holiday. Clutching his menacing sword in his left hand, and throwing out his right hand in front of him, he spoke. "Hello. My name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." The man, Indigo, lifted his left hand and prepared to lunge.
Bumlets dropped his walking stick when he threw up his hands in surrender. "I'se sorry mistah but I didn't kill no one."
Indigo dropped his sword by his side and took two steps forward. "I don't think you heard me, but I said 'Hello. My name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.'" He lifted his sword again and swung loosely at Bumlets, his aim and precision being a little off due to the level of his intoxication.
Bumlets jumped to the side, narrowly missing the sword's blade. When the drunkard went to gather his balance in order to strike again, Bumlets stooped down and picked up his walking stick. That way, once Indigo was prepared to swing again, Bumlets had something to fence back with. And fence they did. Luckily, Bumlet's walking stick was really a wooden stick with a metal rod at the core which resulted in resisting all of Indigo's blows. Ya see, before Bumlets was a newsie, he was an acrobat/tight-rope walker in a nearby circus. When the circus left town, inadvertently leaving Bumlets behind, all he had was his balance stick and his hand mirror. "T'ank Gawd for dis stick." he panted as he fenced with Indigo. Usually he was happier that they left him with his mirror!
Holiday stood by the side, trying to remember where she had seen that man before. And the whole "Hello. My name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." schpiel was sooooooooo familiar. But from where?
"You fence well, but you are certainly no man in black. And besides, there is something I know that you don't." Indigo slurred, nicking Bumlets in the wrist as they continued to fight.
"An' what's dat?" Bumlets responded, ignoring the pain searing through his hand.
Indigo smiled and switched the sword from his left hand to his right. "I am not left handed."
"Aww...damn." Bumlets cursed as the man before him knocked his walking stick clean out of his hand.
Indigo walked forward and raised his sword over Bumlets' head. "Hello. My name is Indigo Montoya. You killed--" he started and made a face when Bumlets cut him off. "I know who you'se are, an' I'll tell you'se 'gain dat I ain't killed no one."
Indigo shrugged and started his speech over. It wouldn't be quite the same if he didn't deliver his speech directly before he killed the son-of-a- bitch who killed his father. "Hello. My name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
"Wait!" Holiday cried, jumping in front of Bumlets. She drew in a sharp breath and exhaled once she saw Indigo's sword stop inches from her heart. "Phew..."
"Excuse me miss, but I was just about to kill this son-of-a-bitch who murdered my father twenty years ago." Indigo announced, trying to swerve around Holiday.
"Wait! I can prove that Bumlets didn't do it! Listen, you said yourself that your father was killed twenty years ago. Does he even look twenty years old to you?" Holiday asked pointing up at Bumlet's young-looking face.
"Nooo..." drawled Indigo as he brought his hand to the side.
"Well, how about this... uh..." Holiday murmured, stalling for time. Where had she seen him before? Then, all of a sudden, a lightbulb appeared over Holiday's head. "I know!"
Just like Sab had done, Holiday snatched the lightbulb out of the air and shoved it in her pocket for future use. She was too preoccupied with her relevation to wonder why a lightbulb magically appeared overhead. But then again, after being sucked through a computer and witnessing red tornadoes popping up all over in Manhattan, why would a little thing like a lightbulb make anyone stop and think. Anywho,
"That can't be the man who killed your father, look!" Holiday reached down and grabbed Bumlets' right hand. "Look, only five fingers!"
Indigo kept his sword at his side and approached Holiday and Bumlets. Taking Bumlets' hand from Holiday, Indigo counted the fingers on his hand. "One, two, three, four, five... You're right. The man who killed my father had six fingers on his right hand."
Holiday crossed her arms over her chest and nodded. "Told you so."
Picking up his sword, Indigo turned to leave. "Sorry to trouble you two then. My mistake."
Bumlets opened his mouth to say something but stopped when Holiday laid her hand on his cut wrist. "Not right now, Bumlets." she whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
Once Indigo was out of earshot, Holiday turned to look at Bumlets, questions in her eyes. "I didn't want to ask you while he was here, but did you kill his father?"
"No!" Bumlets yelped. What kind of person did he look like? Just because he was good looking didn't mean he was a murderer! Looking at Holiday with hurt in his eyes, Bumlets resisted the urge to draw his hand mirror out and comfort himself.
"Just kidding, Bum... We really do need to come up with a nickname for you." Holiday announced, already thinking of nicknames for her man-- Most of which included Mr. Holiday in some context.
Ignoring Holiday's dazed expression, Bumlets turned and looked over into the woods and sought out Indigo's retreating figure. "Do you'se t'ink we should warn da uddahs?"
"Warn the others about what?" Holiday asked, Bumlets' question bringing her back down to earth.
"Y'know, da havoc dat Froggy is doin'?"
Holiday looked at her watch. It was still early and she wanted to spend as much time with Bumlets as possible. "Don't worry about them. I know those girls and they can surely handle themselves."
"If ya say so, Holly." Bumlets said as he shrugged his shoulders and followed Holiday out of the Park. "By da by, how did you'se know dat da man who killed his faddah had six fingahs?"
"I know everything." Holiday replied as she wiggled her eyebrows. Bumlets need not know that the "Princess Bride" was one of her favorite movies.
Bumlets just shook his head and continued to walk with Holiday, the two of them ignoring the red wave of light shimmering in the lower branches of the third tree on the outside skirts of the park.
But the red wave of light shimmering in the lower branches of the third tree on the outside skirts of the park did not ignore them.
"Yeah, Holly, if ya say so...Mwahahahaha..." called the disembodied voice once more, from his lookout in a nearbu tree, before T.A.R.K. transformed into a red tornado and spiralled off to spy on those newsies still lounging in the lodging house in order to pick his next victims.
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Well, that's the end of this chappy. Any suggestions for the any of the other Newsies? They would be majorly appreciated. : )
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*****Holiday and Bumlets*****
As Bumlets stood watching the "Blink's-body-tug-of-war" that was taking place right in front of him, Holiday stood right next to him, fiddling with the gold cross necklace that hung around her neck. "Sooo..." she began, trying to draw his attention from the spot where Quipster and Patchess were arguing over Blink.
Bumlets snapped to attention and grinned sheepishly at Holiday. "Sooo..." he mimicked as he ran a hand through his thick black hair.
Unable to contain her happiness at being in Bumlet's presence, Holiday let out a squeal. "Ohmigosh!" she said before regaining the calm composure she had the second before.
Bumlets looked taken aback for a moment, but smiled as he used his finger to clear his ear. "Teenyboppah moment, eh?"
Holiday looked surprised. "You guys know what teenyboppers are?"
Bumlets nodded. "Shoah. What do ya 'spect? O' coise deah's gonna be teenyboppahs when awl o' da newsies in New Yawk are as goodlookin' as we are." Upon the completion of his sentence Bumlets drew a small hand mirror from his back pocket and gave his reflection a kiss. "Man, I'se perdy!" he whispered to himself with a Johnny Bravo like smirk. Holiday nearly expected him to whip out a pair of black shades!
Taking her mind out of the Cartoon Network, Holiday looked at Bumlets with a shocked expression. "A vain Bumlets?" she mumbled, trying to come up with a clever remark to break the awkward moment. Luckily, at the very moment that Holiday opened her mouth to speak, Sab ran by them with the handcuffed Jack and Stress following close behind. Figuring that it would be better to drop the subject and watch the entertainment before her, Holiday closed her mouth and watched as Stress tried to appease Sab, Patchess and Quipster.
Holiday let out a silent giggle as she watched Quipster let go of her hold on Blink and send Blink barrelling into Tunes, Wish, Princess and Skittery, scattering them all over the bunkroom floor. After she witnessed Quipster lean over and kiss Blink, ignoring the murderous glares from Sab and Patchess, Holiday walked over to talk to Stress and Jack. Well, what she really wanted to do was to threaten Stress with her backpack again but since her "not-all-there" friend was currently handcuffed to the poor newsie, Holiday addressed Jack as well. "Hiya Stress, Jack."
"Hiya Holiday!" Stress chirped, waving the hand that wasn't attached to her beloved. Holiday rolled her eyes and glanced over at Jack. She couldn't help but laugh when she saw the panicked expression on Jack's face and his lips mouth the words "Help me!" as he jerked his head slightly at their adjoined wrists.
"Having fun, Cowboy?" she remarked sarcastically as she removed her backpack from her back and placed it at her feet, directly in Stress' line of vision.
Stress, who was about to launch into some of her well-known inane rambling, you know like all the times when she goes on and on and on about weird things and no one knows what the hell she's talking about? How she can babble and drone on until even the most interesting subject can seem as dull as seltzer water. Well, seltzer water is pretty cool if you think about it. It's water, but it's all bubbly, just like soda. And it can be different flavors but it's always clear. Did you ever stop to think how they do that, huh? Wait, where are you going? I promise, I'll be good. No more straying, ok? Good, now back to the story...
Anywho, Stress, who didn't get to start her rambling, stopped what she was doing once she saw Holiday's backpack come into focus. "You never know when a Snipeshooter may pop out of a backpack." Stress thought with a shudder as she clutched Jack's thigh with her hand. Unfortunately, or I should probably say fortunately, she grabbed for Jack's leg at the exact moment that Jack turned his body to comb the bunkroom for someone who would be able to break the handcuffs for him. Because of Jack's abrupt turn, instead of grabbing a fistful of his leg, Stress grabbed something else.
"Whoa!" cried Jack out loud as Stress turned bright red. Keeping her hand there for a second more, Stress pulled her white tank top over her head to hide. As Holiday doubled over in laughter, using one hand to lean against her backpack to give her support so she didn't fall over, Jack used his free hand to pull Stress' shirt down from her head. "I don't t'ink I'se gonna mind bein' handcuffed ta you'se at awl." he smirked as Stress' blush deepened. With one last grin, Jack began to drag Stress over to their secluded corner, the corner where they were sitting before Sab had interrupted their - OK, Stress' - plans for their wedding.
Holiday, who had had her back to Bumlets the entire time, continued to laugh at Jack, a sex-crazed look on his face, and Stress, who for the first time in her life, was speechless. As she was being dragged away, Stress finally mustered up the ability to say something. "Hey, Holiday. Weren't you the one who claimed Bumlets?" she called to Holiday, and waited until Holiday stopped laughing and nodded. "Thought so."
Holiday heard Stress' last words before she was dragged into the dark corner of the bunkroom, and decided to go back to being Bumlets' side magnet. Unfortunately when Holiday turned around, Bumlets was no longer kissing his reflection in the mirror-- He was kissing Quipster!
"Hey, Quipster. What are you doing?" Holiday said at once, her hazel-grey eyes flashing in annoyance.
Quipster pulled away from Bumlets, an amused look crossing her face. "Nothing at all, Holiday. I know Bumlets is your's." she smiled a charming smile as she looked around the room for her next victim. "Jack...maybe I'll try again..." she thought to herself as she strolled over to the secluded corner where Stress was feverishly searching her pockets for the handcuff keys. Quipster chuckled to herself as she made out Stress' shriek of "No, Jack, wait a sec. I gotta find those keys", followed by Jack's laugh.
Ignoring Quipster as she made her way across the bunkroom, Holiday rounded on Bumlets. "What were you doing there, buddy?"
"Bumlets." he said, assuming that Holiday didn't know his name.
Holiday scowled. "I know that your name is Bumlets. I've only been in love with you for how long?"
Bumlets perked up at her words. "Ya love me? What part o' me do you'se love?"
Holiday ticked off some of the million reasons why she was particularly fond of Bumlets. "Well, you seem to be really sweet and caring, and damn, you are fine."
Looping one of his arms through Holiday's while using his other hand to carry his walking stick, Bumlets led Holiday out of the lodging house. "Really, tell me moah 'bout meself."
Holiday hoisted her backpack on her back and shrugged. She talked about Bumlet's favorite topic, himself, the entire way to Central Park. After showing Holiday some of the landmarks from the movie - the distribution center, newsies square and Tibby's - Bumlets sat down on a bench and pulled Holiday onto his lap. "Y'know what Holly? I t'ink I'se fallin' in love wit' you'se. Not only are you'se an perdy as me, ya know awl 'bout me favorite subject."
Holiday blushed slightly and bent her head to give Bumlets a kiss. Once their lips met and their arms entwined themselved, both of them were too preoccupied to notice the mini red tornado that made it's way through all of the trees, pausing overhead.
"Awww, what have we got heah?" a voice interrupted, causing both Holiday and Bumlets to jump apart and fall off the bench.
Bumlets and Holiday tilted their heads up to the sky and were surprised to find T.A.R.K. sitting atop one of the taller trees in the park. Grasping her backpack for moral support, Holiday looked up at T.A.R.K. "What do you want? We were busy if you didn't notice."
T.A.R.K. opened his mouth wide and laughed an evil, evil laugh. "Mwahahahaha!! I did notice, Holiday. Dat's why I picked da two o' you'se ta wreak havoc on next!"
"Yeah right. What's a little, unknown, nameless newsie like you gonna do about that? Oh wait, I forgot. You're not cool enough to be a newsie, you little, unknown, nameless distribution center worker!" screeched Holiday, forgetting for the moment that this was the ever-mighty, immortal and powerful T.A.R.K. that stood, er- perched, in front of her.
"Holly, I don't t'ink dat dat was da smahtest t'ing ta do." whispered Bumlets, gripping his walking stick firmly in his right hand.
"Shhh, Bumlets. I know what I'm doing." Holiday whispered, still staring down an unimpressed T.A.R.K..
"I t'ink not, goily." T.A.R.K. said before clapping his hands thirteen times in a row. One, two, three, four, five, six, six, no wait, that was seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve and, finally, thirteen.
After the thirteenth clap T.A.R.K. did a double take and laughed two short laughs, ha...ha..., before vanishing into thin air. As Holiday and Bumlets looked around in surprise at T.A.R.K.'s disappearing trick, they both jumped and grabbed onto each other when they hear T.A.R.K.'s disembodied voice echo, "So many havocs ta wreak an' so li'l time... No, wait, I'se da evah-might, immortal an' powahful T.A.R.K... I got awl da time in da woild, Mwahahaha!!"
"That was odd." remarked Holiday, still wrapped in Bumlets' arms, snuggling against his chest. When Bumlets didn't respond and his entire body went tense, Holiday looked up. "Is something wrong, Bumlets?"
When all Bumlets could do was lift his hand and point his walking stick at something over her shoulder, Holiday knew something was up. Breaking herself loose from Bumlets' hold, Holiday turned around and saw a man with long dark hair, medieval style clothes, and matching facial scars, one on each cheek, carrying a sword approaching them.
Holiday jumped back in surprise when the man kept walking towards her and Bumlets. She jumped even higher when she realized that Bumlets had ran and ducked behind her, obviously using her as a shield between himself and the man. "Bumlets..." she warned as he sighed and stood in front of her. "Thanks, Bum... you know, we need to get you a nickname, Bumlets. I don't think that Bum works, do you?"
"Holly, shhh!! In case you'se forgot, deah is a sword wit' our names on it headin' dis way." he hissed.
"Oh, right."
All of a sudden the man stopped about ten feet from Bumlets and Holiday. Clutching his menacing sword in his left hand, and throwing out his right hand in front of him, he spoke. "Hello. My name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." The man, Indigo, lifted his left hand and prepared to lunge.
Bumlets dropped his walking stick when he threw up his hands in surrender. "I'se sorry mistah but I didn't kill no one."
Indigo dropped his sword by his side and took two steps forward. "I don't think you heard me, but I said 'Hello. My name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.'" He lifted his sword again and swung loosely at Bumlets, his aim and precision being a little off due to the level of his intoxication.
Bumlets jumped to the side, narrowly missing the sword's blade. When the drunkard went to gather his balance in order to strike again, Bumlets stooped down and picked up his walking stick. That way, once Indigo was prepared to swing again, Bumlets had something to fence back with. And fence they did. Luckily, Bumlet's walking stick was really a wooden stick with a metal rod at the core which resulted in resisting all of Indigo's blows. Ya see, before Bumlets was a newsie, he was an acrobat/tight-rope walker in a nearby circus. When the circus left town, inadvertently leaving Bumlets behind, all he had was his balance stick and his hand mirror. "T'ank Gawd for dis stick." he panted as he fenced with Indigo. Usually he was happier that they left him with his mirror!
Holiday stood by the side, trying to remember where she had seen that man before. And the whole "Hello. My name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." schpiel was sooooooooo familiar. But from where?
"You fence well, but you are certainly no man in black. And besides, there is something I know that you don't." Indigo slurred, nicking Bumlets in the wrist as they continued to fight.
"An' what's dat?" Bumlets responded, ignoring the pain searing through his hand.
Indigo smiled and switched the sword from his left hand to his right. "I am not left handed."
"Aww...damn." Bumlets cursed as the man before him knocked his walking stick clean out of his hand.
Indigo walked forward and raised his sword over Bumlets' head. "Hello. My name is Indigo Montoya. You killed--" he started and made a face when Bumlets cut him off. "I know who you'se are, an' I'll tell you'se 'gain dat I ain't killed no one."
Indigo shrugged and started his speech over. It wouldn't be quite the same if he didn't deliver his speech directly before he killed the son-of-a- bitch who killed his father. "Hello. My name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
"Wait!" Holiday cried, jumping in front of Bumlets. She drew in a sharp breath and exhaled once she saw Indigo's sword stop inches from her heart. "Phew..."
"Excuse me miss, but I was just about to kill this son-of-a-bitch who murdered my father twenty years ago." Indigo announced, trying to swerve around Holiday.
"Wait! I can prove that Bumlets didn't do it! Listen, you said yourself that your father was killed twenty years ago. Does he even look twenty years old to you?" Holiday asked pointing up at Bumlet's young-looking face.
"Nooo..." drawled Indigo as he brought his hand to the side.
"Well, how about this... uh..." Holiday murmured, stalling for time. Where had she seen him before? Then, all of a sudden, a lightbulb appeared over Holiday's head. "I know!"
Just like Sab had done, Holiday snatched the lightbulb out of the air and shoved it in her pocket for future use. She was too preoccupied with her relevation to wonder why a lightbulb magically appeared overhead. But then again, after being sucked through a computer and witnessing red tornadoes popping up all over in Manhattan, why would a little thing like a lightbulb make anyone stop and think. Anywho,
"That can't be the man who killed your father, look!" Holiday reached down and grabbed Bumlets' right hand. "Look, only five fingers!"
Indigo kept his sword at his side and approached Holiday and Bumlets. Taking Bumlets' hand from Holiday, Indigo counted the fingers on his hand. "One, two, three, four, five... You're right. The man who killed my father had six fingers on his right hand."
Holiday crossed her arms over her chest and nodded. "Told you so."
Picking up his sword, Indigo turned to leave. "Sorry to trouble you two then. My mistake."
Bumlets opened his mouth to say something but stopped when Holiday laid her hand on his cut wrist. "Not right now, Bumlets." she whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
Once Indigo was out of earshot, Holiday turned to look at Bumlets, questions in her eyes. "I didn't want to ask you while he was here, but did you kill his father?"
"No!" Bumlets yelped. What kind of person did he look like? Just because he was good looking didn't mean he was a murderer! Looking at Holiday with hurt in his eyes, Bumlets resisted the urge to draw his hand mirror out and comfort himself.
"Just kidding, Bum... We really do need to come up with a nickname for you." Holiday announced, already thinking of nicknames for her man-- Most of which included Mr. Holiday in some context.
Ignoring Holiday's dazed expression, Bumlets turned and looked over into the woods and sought out Indigo's retreating figure. "Do you'se t'ink we should warn da uddahs?"
"Warn the others about what?" Holiday asked, Bumlets' question bringing her back down to earth.
"Y'know, da havoc dat Froggy is doin'?"
Holiday looked at her watch. It was still early and she wanted to spend as much time with Bumlets as possible. "Don't worry about them. I know those girls and they can surely handle themselves."
"If ya say so, Holly." Bumlets said as he shrugged his shoulders and followed Holiday out of the Park. "By da by, how did you'se know dat da man who killed his faddah had six fingahs?"
"I know everything." Holiday replied as she wiggled her eyebrows. Bumlets need not know that the "Princess Bride" was one of her favorite movies.
Bumlets just shook his head and continued to walk with Holiday, the two of them ignoring the red wave of light shimmering in the lower branches of the third tree on the outside skirts of the park.
But the red wave of light shimmering in the lower branches of the third tree on the outside skirts of the park did not ignore them.
"Yeah, Holly, if ya say so...Mwahahahaha..." called the disembodied voice once more, from his lookout in a nearbu tree, before T.A.R.K. transformed into a red tornado and spiralled off to spy on those newsies still lounging in the lodging house in order to pick his next victims.
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Well, that's the end of this chappy. Any suggestions for the any of the other Newsies? They would be majorly appreciated. : )