Disclaimer: I don't own Christmas Carol or Newsies. Period. No questions
asked. I'm just putting them in my own words. kinda. But yeah.
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Pulitzer, again, woke with a start, hearing the church bells, yet again, ringing One O'clock in the morning. At first, he thought 'Impossible!' but then thought about what had just happened, and took it back. He pushed his covers off of him and moved by the opening in his curtains to peek out. No one was there.
"Boo!" said a women's voice behind him.
"AHHH!" Pulitzer cried, and fell out of his bed. He heard the girl Spirit laugh, and watched as she came to his side of the bed.
"Come along, Pulitzer. I am the Ghost of Christmas Present." She said.
Pulitzer got up and followed her out of the window, again. But this time, they were flying over the town and landed in front of his sister's house.
"Watch, Pulitzer. See what you are missing." The Spirit said.
Pulitzer looked through the window and saw his sister stand up. "Alright, everyone! It's time for a toast!" Everyone cheered. "For having such a wonderful party!" She cried to more cheering. "For all the wonderful food!" More cheering. "For all the wonderful people can have come!" Yet MORE cheering. "And for my brother!" Silence.
"Why should we toast to your good-for-nothing brother?" someone cried out.
"Because he's really a good guy." she started.
"He's changed, Sarah. You need to stop thinking that he hasn't!" her husband said.
"In the Spirit of Christmas, let us toast my brother, if not for whom he is now, but for he once was." At this, everyone cheered and took a drink of their wine.
The Spirit grabbed onto Pulitzer again, and this time they flew to an old, worn-down building.
"The Newsboys Lodging House?" Pulitzer asked. "What are we doing here?"
"The Newsboys Lodging House?" Pulitzer asked. "What are we doing here?"
"You need to see this, Pulitzer. After the strike, these boys were all happy. But once all the papers stopped writing about it, and the government stopped watching you to make sure you did nothing to the boys, you DID do something to them. You raised the price again, and threatened them not to tell anyone! Now you can see what you've done to them."
They went through the wall and into the lodging house.
"Merry Christmas, Kloppy!" Jack called out. "Tanks for the cocoa!"
"It's the least I could do." Kloppman said, smiling at the boys' joy. It had been awhile since they'd been that happy.
"Hey, Jack! Weah's Crutchy?" Race called out.
"I dunno. I'll go check da bunk room." Jack called back.
"No need ta. Ise right here." Crutchy said from the bottom of the stairs.
"Crutchy! How ya feelin'?" Mush asked.
"Bettah." Crutchy answered. But everyone in the room knew otherwise. Crutchy's leg was getting worse, and he needed help. But no one had enough money to get the help, let alone rent for the lodgings and food.
"Come on, Crutchy, Kloppy bought us some hot chocolate!" Skittery said, bringing him a cup of it.
"Aw, swell. How'd ya get it, Kloppy?" Crutchy asked, walking slowly and painfully over to the couch and sitting.
"I've been saving up for a special occasion, and thought this would be a good one." Kloppman answered.
"Gee, thanks, Kloppy!" Crutchy said, taking a drink of it.
"Crutchy, we got somethin' for ya." Race said, hiding something behind his back.
"We all made it for ya." Jake said, smiling.
"Why'd ya get me somethin'? I don't need anythin'." Crutchy said.
"We thought ya might need dis." Jack said, taking the present from Racetrack and handing it to Crutchy. "It's anuddah crutch. Ya said dat you need one den one now."
"Tanks, guys!" Crutchy shouted, smiling even brighter than before. "Yer da best!"
"What's wrong with him?" Pulitzer asked.
"His leg is getting worse, and they don't have enough money to get him the help he needs." The Spirit said.
"Another crutch won't help him!" Pulitzer cried.
"I know that, and they know that, but it's all they can do." The Spirit explained.
"Tell me, Spirit. What happens to him?!" Pulitzer shouted.
The Spirit shook her head, frowning slightly. "I cannot tell you. I am here for the present, not the future."
"Then I shall never know?!" Pulitzer asked.
"You'll know, Pulitzer." She said, and he found himself in his bedroom again. And, as before, he felt tired. Once his head hit his pillow, he was asleep.
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WOO HOO!! Another chapter!! It was kinda short, but the NEWSIES were in it!!
I was watchin the Mickey Mouse Christmas Carol tonight. I was so excited, I LOVE that movie!!!! GO MICKEY MOUSE!!! LoL! Now I'm thinking about that one when I write this! REVIEW!!! LoL!
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Pulitzer, again, woke with a start, hearing the church bells, yet again, ringing One O'clock in the morning. At first, he thought 'Impossible!' but then thought about what had just happened, and took it back. He pushed his covers off of him and moved by the opening in his curtains to peek out. No one was there.
"Boo!" said a women's voice behind him.
"AHHH!" Pulitzer cried, and fell out of his bed. He heard the girl Spirit laugh, and watched as she came to his side of the bed.
"Come along, Pulitzer. I am the Ghost of Christmas Present." She said.
Pulitzer got up and followed her out of the window, again. But this time, they were flying over the town and landed in front of his sister's house.
"Watch, Pulitzer. See what you are missing." The Spirit said.
Pulitzer looked through the window and saw his sister stand up. "Alright, everyone! It's time for a toast!" Everyone cheered. "For having such a wonderful party!" She cried to more cheering. "For all the wonderful food!" More cheering. "For all the wonderful people can have come!" Yet MORE cheering. "And for my brother!" Silence.
"Why should we toast to your good-for-nothing brother?" someone cried out.
"Because he's really a good guy." she started.
"He's changed, Sarah. You need to stop thinking that he hasn't!" her husband said.
"In the Spirit of Christmas, let us toast my brother, if not for whom he is now, but for he once was." At this, everyone cheered and took a drink of their wine.
The Spirit grabbed onto Pulitzer again, and this time they flew to an old, worn-down building.
"The Newsboys Lodging House?" Pulitzer asked. "What are we doing here?"
"The Newsboys Lodging House?" Pulitzer asked. "What are we doing here?"
"You need to see this, Pulitzer. After the strike, these boys were all happy. But once all the papers stopped writing about it, and the government stopped watching you to make sure you did nothing to the boys, you DID do something to them. You raised the price again, and threatened them not to tell anyone! Now you can see what you've done to them."
They went through the wall and into the lodging house.
"Merry Christmas, Kloppy!" Jack called out. "Tanks for the cocoa!"
"It's the least I could do." Kloppman said, smiling at the boys' joy. It had been awhile since they'd been that happy.
"Hey, Jack! Weah's Crutchy?" Race called out.
"I dunno. I'll go check da bunk room." Jack called back.
"No need ta. Ise right here." Crutchy said from the bottom of the stairs.
"Crutchy! How ya feelin'?" Mush asked.
"Bettah." Crutchy answered. But everyone in the room knew otherwise. Crutchy's leg was getting worse, and he needed help. But no one had enough money to get the help, let alone rent for the lodgings and food.
"Come on, Crutchy, Kloppy bought us some hot chocolate!" Skittery said, bringing him a cup of it.
"Aw, swell. How'd ya get it, Kloppy?" Crutchy asked, walking slowly and painfully over to the couch and sitting.
"I've been saving up for a special occasion, and thought this would be a good one." Kloppman answered.
"Gee, thanks, Kloppy!" Crutchy said, taking a drink of it.
"Crutchy, we got somethin' for ya." Race said, hiding something behind his back.
"We all made it for ya." Jake said, smiling.
"Why'd ya get me somethin'? I don't need anythin'." Crutchy said.
"We thought ya might need dis." Jack said, taking the present from Racetrack and handing it to Crutchy. "It's anuddah crutch. Ya said dat you need one den one now."
"Tanks, guys!" Crutchy shouted, smiling even brighter than before. "Yer da best!"
"What's wrong with him?" Pulitzer asked.
"His leg is getting worse, and they don't have enough money to get him the help he needs." The Spirit said.
"Another crutch won't help him!" Pulitzer cried.
"I know that, and they know that, but it's all they can do." The Spirit explained.
"Tell me, Spirit. What happens to him?!" Pulitzer shouted.
The Spirit shook her head, frowning slightly. "I cannot tell you. I am here for the present, not the future."
"Then I shall never know?!" Pulitzer asked.
"You'll know, Pulitzer." She said, and he found himself in his bedroom again. And, as before, he felt tired. Once his head hit his pillow, he was asleep.
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WOO HOO!! Another chapter!! It was kinda short, but the NEWSIES were in it!!
I was watchin the Mickey Mouse Christmas Carol tonight. I was so excited, I LOVE that movie!!!! GO MICKEY MOUSE!!! LoL! Now I'm thinking about that one when I write this! REVIEW!!! LoL!