Third Person Perspective
The crowd of newsies were being parted by over a dozen girls walking through them. Some of the boys stared and let out whistles, other's didn't care if girls were there. But, there was an even stronger presence than just a bunch of girls - Spot Conlon pushed his way up to Jack Kelly who was in the front of the crowd nearest to the gates of the distribution center.
"Heya Spot! Whatcha doin' heah? I thought ya got ya own agenda ta follow in Brooklyn?" Jack asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Ise heah ta see fer meself wha's goin' on in da heart a dis strike" Spot replied, with cane in hand feeling the urge to smack people with it.
Raindrop and Indie had been searching the crowd together. They were - very conveniently - looking for Spot and Jack.
"Oh great!" Raindrop exclaimed, realizing something. "What if Spot isn't here in Manhattan? I don't want to be without him."
Indie patted her shoulder. "Don't worry. You're gonna see Spot and we're all gonna find our newsie."
At that moment, they both found Spot and Jack. They're months fell to the ground, literally. They didn't move until someone in the crowd bumped them. That's when they walked very casually over to the two boys.
Jack and Spot were just talking about the strike and stuff when they noticed two girls walk up to them. They turned and faced them.
"Heya!" Jack greeted. "Ya heah ta support us wit dis whole strike goin' on?" Indie shock her head.
Spot looked at Raindrop. He cocked his head at her, strangely. "Ya awroight?" he asked her.
"Yes!" Raindrop replied, suddenly. She realized she had said that very loud, and received a smirk from Spot. "Uh…Yeah! We're here to support you in the strike."
"Dat's great!" Jack shouted, enthusiastically. "Whatcha names?"
"I'm Indie" Indie shock Jack's hand, smiling at him. He smiled right back.
"And, I'm Raindrop" She mainly said it to Spot, but Jack and Indie didn't care.
Spot shock her hand. "Thanks fer comin' out heah an' helpin' us."
Raindrop grinned. "Anytime!"
Mystic, Magellica, and Lily walked through the crowd together. They knew that probably Skittery, Specs, and Dutchy would be hanging around each other. The girl trio came upon the boy trio in an instant.
"Oh my goodness! There they are!" Lily informed them of something they already knew. "Let's go over there and say hi."
Mystic frowned. "We just can't go over to up to them and say hi."
"Yes we can" Magellica said, pulling on Mystic's arm. "We'll just tell them we're here for the strike."
"Which we basically are." Lily shrugged.
Mystic sighed than took a second look at Skittery. "He is so gorgeous. Okay! Let's go!"
They went over to the trio who was just standing around talking. They all grinned when they saw three girls coming up to them.
"Heya! We're here for the cute guys!" Lily said. Magellica kicked here. "I mean…strike!" Lily added, almost drooling.
"Will you please excuse my friend. She gets a little brainless sometimes."
"Dat's okay. Don't we all" Dutchy remarked, looking over at Lily. "Heya! Ise Dutchy."
"Ise Specs."
"Ise Skittery."
"Hi, I'm Magellica, and this is Lily and Mystic." They shock hands.
"Spoon!" Lily yelled out. They all looked at her.
"Spoon?" Dutchy asked, confused.
Lily realized what she had just done. "Opps….sorry. I sometimes say 'spoon' when I get excited."
"Really?!" Dutchy asked, excited. "I do too!"
"Whoa! That only happens in one and a million." The two walked off together.
"What 'bout you?" Magellica turned to see Specs talking to her. "Do ya say any strange things when excited?"
Magellica blushed. "No. Do you?"
Specs shook his head. "Naw. Ya wanna go fer a walk?"
"Sure!" Magellica took Specs's arm and they walked off as well - leaving Skittery and Mystic to themselves. They were quiet for a while just glancing at each other till Skittery spoke.
"Mystic, roight?" he asked.
She smiled. "Yeah."
Skittery scratched his chin nervously. "Uh…ya live in Manhattan?"
"Um…." Mystic thought for a moment, trying to think of something to say. "Yeah….yeah….I do. And, so do my two friends who just walked off with you're two friends. Leaving us to our lonesomes."
"Wese not alone. We got each othah ta keep company." He backed off. "Unless ya got othah stuff ta do."
Mystic finally looked him straight in the face, catching his eye. "No. I have absolutely nothing better to do."
Skittery shrugged. "Ya wanna go fer a walk in da park?"
Mystic smiled even bigger. "I'd love too!"
Copper was all by herself in the crowd. She'd gotten separated from the rest of the gang. She wasn't really looking for anyone in particular when someone picked her out.
"Are you lost?" she heard a voice ask her.
Copper turned to see Davey standing there. She gulped, and knew that she was glad he had found her.
"Are you lost?" Davey asked again.
"Uh….no. I'm just…" Copper looked around at everyone, searching her brain for something to say. "….striking! Like the rest of us newsies."
Davey raised an eyebrow. "You're a newsie?"
"Yep!" she replied quickly.
Davey folded his arms and smirked. "What's the first rule of being a newsie then?"
Copper mirrored his smirk. "Headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes."
"You are a newsie! I'm sorry for not believing you."
Copper shrugged. "That's okay."
Damsel and Clink were searching the crowd together. Clink clinched her back pack of pixi sticks and surge tightly. No one was to have any but her! Damsel suddenly saw Kid Blink. She started bouncing up and down.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! It's Blink! It's Blink!" She shouted it so loud, Blink heard her. He ran up to Damsel and Clink, worried.
"Is something wrong ladies?" he asked.
Damsel was stunned that he was right in front of her. She reached out - without thinking - and touched his cheek. Blink just looked at her funny.
"Are ya okay? 'Cause if ya need a doctor 'er something…."
"No! She doesn't need a doctor. Damsel is just a little….shell shocked." Clink said, trying to think of a word.
"Damsel" he said, giving her a warm smile. "Dat's a pretty name fer a pretty goil."
Damsel blushed. "Thank you" she said, flirting a little. Blink grasped her hand and kissed it which made her blush even more.
"You turn a pretty shade red" he told her.
"Thank you" was all that came out her mouth again. It was like she had turned into a broken record.
Clink was peering around the crowd, not even paying attention to the two who were making fools of themselves. She somehow caught sight of her "nameless" newsie. She shrieked, and started running toward him - jumping right into his arms, almost knocking him over. It took a while before her nameless newsie regained his bearings.
"Heya Shakes!" Clink shouted at him.
The boy looked at her like she was crazy - which she is. "How ya know me name?"
He dropped her as Clink fell into shock herself. "Your name is really Shakes?"
"Yeah! It's Shaker, but me best friends call me Shakes. I guess ya onna me best friends den."
Clink shook her head. "Oh, yeah! I'll be anything ya want me to be as long as I get to hang around you!"
"Sure ya can hang 'round me! I like it bettah when a goil approaches me foist. 'Cause Ise a little shy. Now, wha's your name?"
"Maria, but you can call me Clink."
"Okay, Clink. Ya wanna go ovah dere?" Shakes pointed somewhere in the crowd where Clink couldn't see.
"Okay!" They started walked over 'there'.
"Wha's in da bag?" Shakes asked, curiously.
"Oh, pixi sticks and surge. It's really fun when ya mix the two together!"
"Wha' is pixi sticks an' surge?" Shakes looked dazed now.
Clink grinned. "You'll learn soon enough."
Dice and Piper were casually walking backwards in the crowd when they ran into something. They both turned around quickly. Snoddy and
Bumlets turned around after feeling something bump into them. They saw two girls and stared at them. Dice and Piper stared right back.
"Hi" Dice said, kind of shy.
"Hi" Bumlets said, back to her.
"Sorry we bumped into you. We weren't watching where we were going." Dice explained, trying not to appear nervous, although hardly anything ever fazed her.
"I'm Dice and this is…."
"Piper. Hi dahlings" Piper stopped Dice in mid-sentence.
"Ise Bumlets an' dis is me pal Snoddy." Snoddy was just standing there, shyly. He didn't look like he was going to move his mouth no matter what.
"Snoddy-cakes, that is such a different name! Where'd ya get it?"
Snoddy looked at Piper with a blank expression. "It's me last name." He finally said.
"HE CAN TALK!" Piper yelled, scaring basically the three people around her.
Snoddy all the sudden grinned. He felt almost at ease with this girl he just met. "Of coise, I can tawk. I see youse can too. Very loud. Ya wanna meet anudder onna me pals, Pie Eater? He's around heah somewhere."
"That's sounds peachy, Snoddy-cakes! I'd love to meet Pie Eater."
"Okay." Snoddy offered his arm, and Piper took it, walking off.
Dice and Bumlets smiled at each other. "Ya like ta play stick ball?" Bumlets asked her, he had his usual stick in hand.
Dice thought for a moment about what stick ball was then remembered that it was just like baseball. "I love playing - stick ball! But, I don't have a stick like yours." She pointed to Bumlets stick he was leaning against.
"Dat's awroight! I'll jist let ya borrow mine. C'mon, wese got a little time 'fore we all meet at Tibbys."
Racetrack was standing around shouting at the "scabbahs" who were appearing at the gate of the distribution center. Filly was going through the crowd as she spotted Race. At the same time, West was doing the same. They both came from opposite directions, and met up with Race standing right in the middle of them. After the scabbahs disappeared behind the gates, Race calmed down noticing two girls on each side of him.
"Heya, ya need something?" he asked both.
"Racetrack" Filly murmured, mostly to herself, but Race heard her.
"Yeah, dat's me. Why?" He cocked his head.
"We're hear to beat those scabbahs' heads in" West proclaimed.
Race grinned, and nodded. "I like da way ya think. Whatcha name?"
West stared at him, smiling proudly at his comment. "West."
"Good ta meetcha West." He shook her hand than turned to Filly. "Wha's your name?"
Filly gulped down her nervousness. "Filly." He shook her hand as well.
"If yas heah ta strike, youse can stick by me - since ya already know me name an' all. Ya know anyone else heah?"
"Uh…." Filly thought for a second, but West answered his question.
"Yeah, all our friends are here ta strike too."
"So, youse an' ya friends are heah ta strike an' ya already know me name - I say wese gonna all gonna get along jist fine."
CoRny lurked through the crowd. She was known for lurking. Actually, she lurked so well, no one knew who she was on the list. Except Coneflower. CoRny was her evil twin, no doubt. She lurked around thinking of a way to slither into the newsieverse. She found her way in when she saw Jake. CoRy knew that Jake was Coneflower's second fave, but they were considered ((in Cone's mind)) friends. She knew she wouldn't be able to get to Mush. Cone probably had mewed him already. Too late for that. So, she went after the second best thing - Jake!
"Hello" she said in her innocent voice, wearing her stupidest smile.
"Hi" Jake said, looking at her strangely. She looked like trouble to him.
"I was wondering if you are a newsie. I'd really like to join the strike. I feel soooo…" she threw all her corny ((no puns intended)) drama class acting into this. "…sorry for you and all the newsies in New York. Oh, I will help in anyway possible." She batted her eyes at him.
Jake stared at her again. She was very 'different'. He shrugged, thinking any help is good. "Okay. Whatevah ya wanna do."
In the mean time - out of the crowd of striking newsies - Owl, Pearl, and Gypsy watched their friends act like idiots ((idiot is a good word in my book!)).
"Y'see what they're doing?" Pearl and Gypsy turned toward her when she spoke.
"What about 'em?" Pearl asked.
"Don't ya see it?! They gettin' all hyped up 'bout gettin' their newsie, but we're gonna have to go back to 2000 after a while."
"But, Coneflower said that time stands still when we come here" Gypsy informed her. They all knew that, but she thought Owl needed some reminding.
"I know that!" Owl replied. "I was just talking. I mean, do you want to go back to 2000?"
Pearl and Gypsy thought for a sec than shook their heads "no".
"Well, then, I guess we're going to have to make sure we don't have to go back."
They were all silent till Pearl broke the silence. "You think they have pizza here? I LOVE pizza especially from Pizza Hut."
Gypsy looked at her. "They don't have Pizza Hut here!"
Pearl slumped. "I know, but I want to go get some pizza."
"Y'know what I would like?" Gypsy said, crossing her arms.
"What?" Owl asked, humoring her.
"A slurpee from 7-11" Gypsy replied.
"Y'see, we all have stuff we're going to miss from the future."
Owl's eyes grew wide. "We can probably go back anytime."
"But, how? Cone didn't tell how to get back." Pearl said, realizing the fact.
Owl's mouth became agape. "Your right. Well!" She stepped forward. "We're just gonna have to go find Cone and ask her how to get back. C'mon girls!"
Back to Cone's Perspective
I hurried frantically through the crowd to find Mush. He was the reason I was here, and I wasn't going to be here without my reason. Whoa! Am I making any sense? Oh, well! I don't care. I had to find my Mushie baby. A sec later, I saw him. He was there right in front of me.
I tried to compose myself, and strolled up to him. "Heya!" I was a little too enthrustically a with my greeting, but he must of not of cared.
When Mush saw that it was me, he grinned and came up to me. "Heya! Whatcha doin' heah? I didn't know I'd see ya again."
"Well, I get around." That didn't sound right. I wanted to smack myself. Things come out of my mouth all wrong, but it must of not of fazed Mush. "Uh….I heard about the strike and came to see how things were going."
Mush frowned, and put his hands in his pocket. "It ain't goin' dat good." I observed that he was wearing his skimpy muscle shirt - as I fondly like to call it! "Wese not doin' too good wit dis strike thing. I wasn' gonna go throw wit it, but Ise loyal ta me pals. I didn't wanna turn against 'em. Dey's da only people I have."
"Yeah, I understand. But, at least you're standing up for something you believe in." I touched his arm. I can't believe I had did that. It was so unconscience. "And, not betraying your friends makes you an even better person than you already are."
Mush smiled. I almost fainted from looking at him. "Thanks a lot, an' I don' even know ya."
"Hey, I'm only here to help." I peered around. The crowd was thinning out. Not seeing any of my posse, I turned back to my Mushie baby.
"Ya wanna go eat 'er take a walk 'er something?" he asked, nervously. I guess he must of seen that the crowd was thinning as well.
I smiled, taking his hand which he had offered ((yeah, baby - I was thinking that)), and we walked off to where ever we were going. I didn't care! I had finally got my Mushie baby.
Meanwhile…
Pinkguin had regained his bearings and was wobbling around Central Park. He was getting some odd stares, but no one bothered to ask. He wobbles along the walk way, waving his flipper at little kids. Pinkguin loves little kids. They like to squeeze him because he's so round. Pinkguin knew that he had to find Coneflower. He was determined to, but something stopped him.
"Hey you!" a voice came from behind him.
Pinkguin spun around and innocently pointed to himself.
"Yeah, you!" The mean looking police man stepped up to the very short Pinkguin. "What are you doing here?"
Pinkguin shrugged. He didn't know what to do.
"Well, ya not suppose to be here in Central Park. Why are you here?"
Pinkguin shrugged again.
The police officer was getting mad. "Fine! If ya won't answer me, then I'll have to take you in." The mean police man grabbed Pinkguin and dragged him to the police station by his little red sweater :*(
The crowd of newsies were being parted by over a dozen girls walking through them. Some of the boys stared and let out whistles, other's didn't care if girls were there. But, there was an even stronger presence than just a bunch of girls - Spot Conlon pushed his way up to Jack Kelly who was in the front of the crowd nearest to the gates of the distribution center.
"Heya Spot! Whatcha doin' heah? I thought ya got ya own agenda ta follow in Brooklyn?" Jack asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Ise heah ta see fer meself wha's goin' on in da heart a dis strike" Spot replied, with cane in hand feeling the urge to smack people with it.
Raindrop and Indie had been searching the crowd together. They were - very conveniently - looking for Spot and Jack.
"Oh great!" Raindrop exclaimed, realizing something. "What if Spot isn't here in Manhattan? I don't want to be without him."
Indie patted her shoulder. "Don't worry. You're gonna see Spot and we're all gonna find our newsie."
At that moment, they both found Spot and Jack. They're months fell to the ground, literally. They didn't move until someone in the crowd bumped them. That's when they walked very casually over to the two boys.
Jack and Spot were just talking about the strike and stuff when they noticed two girls walk up to them. They turned and faced them.
"Heya!" Jack greeted. "Ya heah ta support us wit dis whole strike goin' on?" Indie shock her head.
Spot looked at Raindrop. He cocked his head at her, strangely. "Ya awroight?" he asked her.
"Yes!" Raindrop replied, suddenly. She realized she had said that very loud, and received a smirk from Spot. "Uh…Yeah! We're here to support you in the strike."
"Dat's great!" Jack shouted, enthusiastically. "Whatcha names?"
"I'm Indie" Indie shock Jack's hand, smiling at him. He smiled right back.
"And, I'm Raindrop" She mainly said it to Spot, but Jack and Indie didn't care.
Spot shock her hand. "Thanks fer comin' out heah an' helpin' us."
Raindrop grinned. "Anytime!"
Mystic, Magellica, and Lily walked through the crowd together. They knew that probably Skittery, Specs, and Dutchy would be hanging around each other. The girl trio came upon the boy trio in an instant.
"Oh my goodness! There they are!" Lily informed them of something they already knew. "Let's go over there and say hi."
Mystic frowned. "We just can't go over to up to them and say hi."
"Yes we can" Magellica said, pulling on Mystic's arm. "We'll just tell them we're here for the strike."
"Which we basically are." Lily shrugged.
Mystic sighed than took a second look at Skittery. "He is so gorgeous. Okay! Let's go!"
They went over to the trio who was just standing around talking. They all grinned when they saw three girls coming up to them.
"Heya! We're here for the cute guys!" Lily said. Magellica kicked here. "I mean…strike!" Lily added, almost drooling.
"Will you please excuse my friend. She gets a little brainless sometimes."
"Dat's okay. Don't we all" Dutchy remarked, looking over at Lily. "Heya! Ise Dutchy."
"Ise Specs."
"Ise Skittery."
"Hi, I'm Magellica, and this is Lily and Mystic." They shock hands.
"Spoon!" Lily yelled out. They all looked at her.
"Spoon?" Dutchy asked, confused.
Lily realized what she had just done. "Opps….sorry. I sometimes say 'spoon' when I get excited."
"Really?!" Dutchy asked, excited. "I do too!"
"Whoa! That only happens in one and a million." The two walked off together.
"What 'bout you?" Magellica turned to see Specs talking to her. "Do ya say any strange things when excited?"
Magellica blushed. "No. Do you?"
Specs shook his head. "Naw. Ya wanna go fer a walk?"
"Sure!" Magellica took Specs's arm and they walked off as well - leaving Skittery and Mystic to themselves. They were quiet for a while just glancing at each other till Skittery spoke.
"Mystic, roight?" he asked.
She smiled. "Yeah."
Skittery scratched his chin nervously. "Uh…ya live in Manhattan?"
"Um…." Mystic thought for a moment, trying to think of something to say. "Yeah….yeah….I do. And, so do my two friends who just walked off with you're two friends. Leaving us to our lonesomes."
"Wese not alone. We got each othah ta keep company." He backed off. "Unless ya got othah stuff ta do."
Mystic finally looked him straight in the face, catching his eye. "No. I have absolutely nothing better to do."
Skittery shrugged. "Ya wanna go fer a walk in da park?"
Mystic smiled even bigger. "I'd love too!"
Copper was all by herself in the crowd. She'd gotten separated from the rest of the gang. She wasn't really looking for anyone in particular when someone picked her out.
"Are you lost?" she heard a voice ask her.
Copper turned to see Davey standing there. She gulped, and knew that she was glad he had found her.
"Are you lost?" Davey asked again.
"Uh….no. I'm just…" Copper looked around at everyone, searching her brain for something to say. "….striking! Like the rest of us newsies."
Davey raised an eyebrow. "You're a newsie?"
"Yep!" she replied quickly.
Davey folded his arms and smirked. "What's the first rule of being a newsie then?"
Copper mirrored his smirk. "Headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes."
"You are a newsie! I'm sorry for not believing you."
Copper shrugged. "That's okay."
Damsel and Clink were searching the crowd together. Clink clinched her back pack of pixi sticks and surge tightly. No one was to have any but her! Damsel suddenly saw Kid Blink. She started bouncing up and down.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! It's Blink! It's Blink!" She shouted it so loud, Blink heard her. He ran up to Damsel and Clink, worried.
"Is something wrong ladies?" he asked.
Damsel was stunned that he was right in front of her. She reached out - without thinking - and touched his cheek. Blink just looked at her funny.
"Are ya okay? 'Cause if ya need a doctor 'er something…."
"No! She doesn't need a doctor. Damsel is just a little….shell shocked." Clink said, trying to think of a word.
"Damsel" he said, giving her a warm smile. "Dat's a pretty name fer a pretty goil."
Damsel blushed. "Thank you" she said, flirting a little. Blink grasped her hand and kissed it which made her blush even more.
"You turn a pretty shade red" he told her.
"Thank you" was all that came out her mouth again. It was like she had turned into a broken record.
Clink was peering around the crowd, not even paying attention to the two who were making fools of themselves. She somehow caught sight of her "nameless" newsie. She shrieked, and started running toward him - jumping right into his arms, almost knocking him over. It took a while before her nameless newsie regained his bearings.
"Heya Shakes!" Clink shouted at him.
The boy looked at her like she was crazy - which she is. "How ya know me name?"
He dropped her as Clink fell into shock herself. "Your name is really Shakes?"
"Yeah! It's Shaker, but me best friends call me Shakes. I guess ya onna me best friends den."
Clink shook her head. "Oh, yeah! I'll be anything ya want me to be as long as I get to hang around you!"
"Sure ya can hang 'round me! I like it bettah when a goil approaches me foist. 'Cause Ise a little shy. Now, wha's your name?"
"Maria, but you can call me Clink."
"Okay, Clink. Ya wanna go ovah dere?" Shakes pointed somewhere in the crowd where Clink couldn't see.
"Okay!" They started walked over 'there'.
"Wha's in da bag?" Shakes asked, curiously.
"Oh, pixi sticks and surge. It's really fun when ya mix the two together!"
"Wha' is pixi sticks an' surge?" Shakes looked dazed now.
Clink grinned. "You'll learn soon enough."
Dice and Piper were casually walking backwards in the crowd when they ran into something. They both turned around quickly. Snoddy and
Bumlets turned around after feeling something bump into them. They saw two girls and stared at them. Dice and Piper stared right back.
"Hi" Dice said, kind of shy.
"Hi" Bumlets said, back to her.
"Sorry we bumped into you. We weren't watching where we were going." Dice explained, trying not to appear nervous, although hardly anything ever fazed her.
"I'm Dice and this is…."
"Piper. Hi dahlings" Piper stopped Dice in mid-sentence.
"Ise Bumlets an' dis is me pal Snoddy." Snoddy was just standing there, shyly. He didn't look like he was going to move his mouth no matter what.
"Snoddy-cakes, that is such a different name! Where'd ya get it?"
Snoddy looked at Piper with a blank expression. "It's me last name." He finally said.
"HE CAN TALK!" Piper yelled, scaring basically the three people around her.
Snoddy all the sudden grinned. He felt almost at ease with this girl he just met. "Of coise, I can tawk. I see youse can too. Very loud. Ya wanna meet anudder onna me pals, Pie Eater? He's around heah somewhere."
"That's sounds peachy, Snoddy-cakes! I'd love to meet Pie Eater."
"Okay." Snoddy offered his arm, and Piper took it, walking off.
Dice and Bumlets smiled at each other. "Ya like ta play stick ball?" Bumlets asked her, he had his usual stick in hand.
Dice thought for a moment about what stick ball was then remembered that it was just like baseball. "I love playing - stick ball! But, I don't have a stick like yours." She pointed to Bumlets stick he was leaning against.
"Dat's awroight! I'll jist let ya borrow mine. C'mon, wese got a little time 'fore we all meet at Tibbys."
Racetrack was standing around shouting at the "scabbahs" who were appearing at the gate of the distribution center. Filly was going through the crowd as she spotted Race. At the same time, West was doing the same. They both came from opposite directions, and met up with Race standing right in the middle of them. After the scabbahs disappeared behind the gates, Race calmed down noticing two girls on each side of him.
"Heya, ya need something?" he asked both.
"Racetrack" Filly murmured, mostly to herself, but Race heard her.
"Yeah, dat's me. Why?" He cocked his head.
"We're hear to beat those scabbahs' heads in" West proclaimed.
Race grinned, and nodded. "I like da way ya think. Whatcha name?"
West stared at him, smiling proudly at his comment. "West."
"Good ta meetcha West." He shook her hand than turned to Filly. "Wha's your name?"
Filly gulped down her nervousness. "Filly." He shook her hand as well.
"If yas heah ta strike, youse can stick by me - since ya already know me name an' all. Ya know anyone else heah?"
"Uh…." Filly thought for a second, but West answered his question.
"Yeah, all our friends are here ta strike too."
"So, youse an' ya friends are heah ta strike an' ya already know me name - I say wese gonna all gonna get along jist fine."
CoRny lurked through the crowd. She was known for lurking. Actually, she lurked so well, no one knew who she was on the list. Except Coneflower. CoRny was her evil twin, no doubt. She lurked around thinking of a way to slither into the newsieverse. She found her way in when she saw Jake. CoRy knew that Jake was Coneflower's second fave, but they were considered ((in Cone's mind)) friends. She knew she wouldn't be able to get to Mush. Cone probably had mewed him already. Too late for that. So, she went after the second best thing - Jake!
"Hello" she said in her innocent voice, wearing her stupidest smile.
"Hi" Jake said, looking at her strangely. She looked like trouble to him.
"I was wondering if you are a newsie. I'd really like to join the strike. I feel soooo…" she threw all her corny ((no puns intended)) drama class acting into this. "…sorry for you and all the newsies in New York. Oh, I will help in anyway possible." She batted her eyes at him.
Jake stared at her again. She was very 'different'. He shrugged, thinking any help is good. "Okay. Whatevah ya wanna do."
In the mean time - out of the crowd of striking newsies - Owl, Pearl, and Gypsy watched their friends act like idiots ((idiot is a good word in my book!)).
"Y'see what they're doing?" Pearl and Gypsy turned toward her when she spoke.
"What about 'em?" Pearl asked.
"Don't ya see it?! They gettin' all hyped up 'bout gettin' their newsie, but we're gonna have to go back to 2000 after a while."
"But, Coneflower said that time stands still when we come here" Gypsy informed her. They all knew that, but she thought Owl needed some reminding.
"I know that!" Owl replied. "I was just talking. I mean, do you want to go back to 2000?"
Pearl and Gypsy thought for a sec than shook their heads "no".
"Well, then, I guess we're going to have to make sure we don't have to go back."
They were all silent till Pearl broke the silence. "You think they have pizza here? I LOVE pizza especially from Pizza Hut."
Gypsy looked at her. "They don't have Pizza Hut here!"
Pearl slumped. "I know, but I want to go get some pizza."
"Y'know what I would like?" Gypsy said, crossing her arms.
"What?" Owl asked, humoring her.
"A slurpee from 7-11" Gypsy replied.
"Y'see, we all have stuff we're going to miss from the future."
Owl's eyes grew wide. "We can probably go back anytime."
"But, how? Cone didn't tell how to get back." Pearl said, realizing the fact.
Owl's mouth became agape. "Your right. Well!" She stepped forward. "We're just gonna have to go find Cone and ask her how to get back. C'mon girls!"
Back to Cone's Perspective
I hurried frantically through the crowd to find Mush. He was the reason I was here, and I wasn't going to be here without my reason. Whoa! Am I making any sense? Oh, well! I don't care. I had to find my Mushie baby. A sec later, I saw him. He was there right in front of me.
I tried to compose myself, and strolled up to him. "Heya!" I was a little too enthrustically a with my greeting, but he must of not of cared.
When Mush saw that it was me, he grinned and came up to me. "Heya! Whatcha doin' heah? I didn't know I'd see ya again."
"Well, I get around." That didn't sound right. I wanted to smack myself. Things come out of my mouth all wrong, but it must of not of fazed Mush. "Uh….I heard about the strike and came to see how things were going."
Mush frowned, and put his hands in his pocket. "It ain't goin' dat good." I observed that he was wearing his skimpy muscle shirt - as I fondly like to call it! "Wese not doin' too good wit dis strike thing. I wasn' gonna go throw wit it, but Ise loyal ta me pals. I didn't wanna turn against 'em. Dey's da only people I have."
"Yeah, I understand. But, at least you're standing up for something you believe in." I touched his arm. I can't believe I had did that. It was so unconscience. "And, not betraying your friends makes you an even better person than you already are."
Mush smiled. I almost fainted from looking at him. "Thanks a lot, an' I don' even know ya."
"Hey, I'm only here to help." I peered around. The crowd was thinning out. Not seeing any of my posse, I turned back to my Mushie baby.
"Ya wanna go eat 'er take a walk 'er something?" he asked, nervously. I guess he must of seen that the crowd was thinning as well.
I smiled, taking his hand which he had offered ((yeah, baby - I was thinking that)), and we walked off to where ever we were going. I didn't care! I had finally got my Mushie baby.
Meanwhile…
Pinkguin had regained his bearings and was wobbling around Central Park. He was getting some odd stares, but no one bothered to ask. He wobbles along the walk way, waving his flipper at little kids. Pinkguin loves little kids. They like to squeeze him because he's so round. Pinkguin knew that he had to find Coneflower. He was determined to, but something stopped him.
"Hey you!" a voice came from behind him.
Pinkguin spun around and innocently pointed to himself.
"Yeah, you!" The mean looking police man stepped up to the very short Pinkguin. "What are you doing here?"
Pinkguin shrugged. He didn't know what to do.
"Well, ya not suppose to be here in Central Park. Why are you here?"
Pinkguin shrugged again.
The police officer was getting mad. "Fine! If ya won't answer me, then I'll have to take you in." The mean police man grabbed Pinkguin and dragged him to the police station by his little red sweater :*(
