Disclaimer: For the last time (literally) I don't own A Christmas Carol. Or
Newsies.
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Pulitzer smiled. "I'm home!" He cried out. "I can change!" He stopped and raced to the window, calling down to a boy walking past. "What day is it?!
"Why, it's the 25!" the boy called back.
"Of what month?!"
"December!" The boy cried out.
"Then it's Christmas!" Pulitzer shouted, more to him self than the boy.
"It is!" the boy shouted back.
"Merry Christmas, boy!!" Pulitzer called, and shut the window. "I have time! And I have lots to do!" He got dressed and first headed to the poultry shop to buy a turkey. He left with the biggest one they had and a Merry Christmas. When Pulitzer was out of the shop, the owner turned to his apprentice.
"Was that who I think it was?" he asked.
"I think so. But he's changed!" the apprentice said.
"He has. And it's for the better." The owner said, smiling.
Pulitzer continued down the street, shouting a Merry Christmas to everyone he saw. Everyone seemed to know who he was, and some were shocked, some smiled and wished him a Merry Christmas back, and some thought they were just seeing things. Either way, Pulitzer didn't care. When he got to the Newsboys Lodging House, he smiled again and walked up the stairs to knock on the door. He could hear people shouting and laughing inside, so he didn't think anyone would hear him. Turns out that someone did, though, and the door was opened by an elderly man. Kloppy, Pulitzer remembered.
"May I come in?" Pulitzer asked.
"Mr. Pulitzer? What are you doing here?" Kloppman asked. The boy closest to the door, who happened to be Racetrack, shouted out, "IT'S PULITZER!"
That shut everyone up. They all dropped what they were doing and stared at the door.
"May I come in?" Pulitzer asked again. Kloppman nodded and he walked through the door, smiling.
"Dat smile can only mean one thing- somethin' bad." Jack whispered to Kid Blink. "He nevah smiles."
"Hello, boys." Pulitzer said.
"What are ya doin' heah, Pulitzer?" Racetrack asked, frowning.
"Race, be quiet." Kloppman said. Racetrack shut up, but kept frowning at him.
"That's ok, Kloppy." Pulitzer said. Race laughed at that.
"Kloppy?! You kiddin', Pulitzer?! No one calls 'im Kloppy 'cept us. It's Kloppman." He said.
Pulitzer shrugged, not letting it bother him. "Well, then. Kloppman, that's ok. I'll answer your question... Race?"
Racetrack shook his head. "Racetrack ta you."
"Alright. Then, Racetrack, I'm here because I wanted to apologize for everything I have done to you. I want to give you this turkey," he held up the box he was holding, "and tell you that I'll be lowering the price back to what it was, and I'll compromise with everything you want. I owe you that much, and a whole more."
The newsies stared at him, not believing it.
"Why should we believe ya?" Jack asked, stepping up. See, I told you no one believed it.
"There's no reason for you too. But please, I'm asking you. I've changed." Pulitzer said.
Everyone was silent, and then Crutchy stood up. "I believe ya, Pulitzer." He smiled at him, and walked forward slowly. When he reached Pulitzer, he stuck his hand out, and Pulitzer took.
"And I have something for you, Crutchy." Pulitzer said. "I know you need a doctor. So I've arranged for one to come here, instead of you going to the hospital. He'll check on it, and do whatever he can."
Jack finally believed him, and he walked up to Pulitzer. "Thank ya, Joe."
Pulitzer smiled at him. "I owe you all that."
Crutchy smiled, too. "God bless us, every one!"
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Hehehe. I can't see Pulitzer doing that. but hey, that's the story, so that's the way it goes. I hope you liked it, and a MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!!!
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Pulitzer smiled. "I'm home!" He cried out. "I can change!" He stopped and raced to the window, calling down to a boy walking past. "What day is it?!
"Why, it's the 25!" the boy called back.
"Of what month?!"
"December!" The boy cried out.
"Then it's Christmas!" Pulitzer shouted, more to him self than the boy.
"It is!" the boy shouted back.
"Merry Christmas, boy!!" Pulitzer called, and shut the window. "I have time! And I have lots to do!" He got dressed and first headed to the poultry shop to buy a turkey. He left with the biggest one they had and a Merry Christmas. When Pulitzer was out of the shop, the owner turned to his apprentice.
"Was that who I think it was?" he asked.
"I think so. But he's changed!" the apprentice said.
"He has. And it's for the better." The owner said, smiling.
Pulitzer continued down the street, shouting a Merry Christmas to everyone he saw. Everyone seemed to know who he was, and some were shocked, some smiled and wished him a Merry Christmas back, and some thought they were just seeing things. Either way, Pulitzer didn't care. When he got to the Newsboys Lodging House, he smiled again and walked up the stairs to knock on the door. He could hear people shouting and laughing inside, so he didn't think anyone would hear him. Turns out that someone did, though, and the door was opened by an elderly man. Kloppy, Pulitzer remembered.
"May I come in?" Pulitzer asked.
"Mr. Pulitzer? What are you doing here?" Kloppman asked. The boy closest to the door, who happened to be Racetrack, shouted out, "IT'S PULITZER!"
That shut everyone up. They all dropped what they were doing and stared at the door.
"May I come in?" Pulitzer asked again. Kloppman nodded and he walked through the door, smiling.
"Dat smile can only mean one thing- somethin' bad." Jack whispered to Kid Blink. "He nevah smiles."
"Hello, boys." Pulitzer said.
"What are ya doin' heah, Pulitzer?" Racetrack asked, frowning.
"Race, be quiet." Kloppman said. Racetrack shut up, but kept frowning at him.
"That's ok, Kloppy." Pulitzer said. Race laughed at that.
"Kloppy?! You kiddin', Pulitzer?! No one calls 'im Kloppy 'cept us. It's Kloppman." He said.
Pulitzer shrugged, not letting it bother him. "Well, then. Kloppman, that's ok. I'll answer your question... Race?"
Racetrack shook his head. "Racetrack ta you."
"Alright. Then, Racetrack, I'm here because I wanted to apologize for everything I have done to you. I want to give you this turkey," he held up the box he was holding, "and tell you that I'll be lowering the price back to what it was, and I'll compromise with everything you want. I owe you that much, and a whole more."
The newsies stared at him, not believing it.
"Why should we believe ya?" Jack asked, stepping up. See, I told you no one believed it.
"There's no reason for you too. But please, I'm asking you. I've changed." Pulitzer said.
Everyone was silent, and then Crutchy stood up. "I believe ya, Pulitzer." He smiled at him, and walked forward slowly. When he reached Pulitzer, he stuck his hand out, and Pulitzer took.
"And I have something for you, Crutchy." Pulitzer said. "I know you need a doctor. So I've arranged for one to come here, instead of you going to the hospital. He'll check on it, and do whatever he can."
Jack finally believed him, and he walked up to Pulitzer. "Thank ya, Joe."
Pulitzer smiled at him. "I owe you all that."
Crutchy smiled, too. "God bless us, every one!"
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Hehehe. I can't see Pulitzer doing that. but hey, that's the story, so that's the way it goes. I hope you liked it, and a MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!!!