A/N: Here's chapter 2!!! Nobody's reviewed Chapter 1 yet... **cries** was it that horrible?? Please review and tell me what the heck is the matter with it!! Well, what I need to tell you is that this chapter is just Newsies, and so if you've never seen it... RENT IT!! Yeah, I believe that's it for right now... on to the Disclaimer and then to the part I know all Newsies fans have been waiting for! I didn't realize my first chapter was so short... it was four pages on Word!! Strange.... I'll have to write this one longer!
Disclaimer: Yeah, like I said last time, Newsies belongs to Disney and Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. The only thing that's mine is the idea behind this story! So HA! Try and sue me, just try!
HARRY POTTER MEETS THE NEWSIES
CHAPTER 2
BY VOODOO
NEW YORK CITY, 1899
"Extry extry! Read all about it!! Hundreds of White House officials disappear, Nation in panic!" Jack Kelley waved a newspaper above his head while yelling his headline. A gentleman in a gray suit and slicked back hair paused to buy the paper, and then continued on his way.
"Thank you, sir!" Jack called to the retreating figure, and began hawking headlines once again. After a few moments, the last of his papers were gone and he set off towards Tibbys restaurant.
"Hey, Jack! Wait up!" Came a cry behind him. He turned around to see Racetrack approaching him. The short Italian quickened his pace while Jack stood and waited.
"Heya Race! How was sellin?" Jack asked, beginning to walk again as Race reached him.
"Da usual... sold 'em all!" Race replied, sticking a cigar in his mouth. "You got a match?"
While Jack searched in his pockets for a match, another Newsie approached them from behind. "HEYA FELLAS!!"
"AHH!!" Race exclaimed, jumping a few feet into the air, then swiveling around to face the offender. He came face to face with Kid Blink, a tall Newsie with blondish brown hair and an eyepatch over his left eye. He grinned at Race, who glared back.
"Blink, you'se a real pain, you know dat?!" Race spat angrily, and Blink just laughed.
Jack, who hadn't even noticed Blink, said, "Here's a match, Race!" while producing a match from his right pocket. "Oh, hey Blink!"
"Gimme dat!" Race muttered, taking the match from Jack and striking in against a brick wall, and lit his cigar. Together, the three of them continued on to Tibbys.
They entered and a Newsie with curly brown hair and a crutch came up to them. "Heya fellas!" Jack, Race, and Blink all replied with their usual "Heya Crutchy!" and sat down. After a few moments of just sitting and discussing how the morning's selling had gone, another Newsie entered Tibbys. He wasn't a Manhattan Newsie, but the leader of the Brooklyn Newsies. Spot Conlon.
"Hey everybody! How's it rollin?" He asked, in a manner very much unlike himself. Jack raised an eyebrow but said, "Heya Spot! Whatchu doin heah in Manhattan?"
"Just visitin me good buddies heah! You guys!" Spot replied merrily, and sat next to Jack at his table. Jack shot Race, Blink and Mush, another Newsie with wiry brown hair and big brown eyes, a look that said "What's up with him?" Mush shrugged his shoulders, and Race and Blink both just shook their heads.
"How's it goin, Race?" Spot asked, grinning, his hazel eyes unusually bright. Race shrugged and replied, "Pretty good, except I'se kinda bored!"
"I'se got an idea! How bout we go ta Medda's tanight?!" Spot exclaimed. Everyone immediately brightened at the mention of Medda, the vaudeville star who had hosted their rally when they had gone on strike earlier that year.
"YEAH! Let's go ta Medda's! I ain't seen her new show yet!" Specs agreed. "WOO!!" was Pie Eater's input, and "Yeah, let's go!" was all Swifty said. Race shrugged and said, "Yeah, dat sounds like a good idea ta me!"
"Alright den, it's all settled! We're gonna go ta Medda's tanight! Da show starts at 7:30, so where do ya wanna meet?" Spot asked, glad that his proposition had worked.
"Meet? Why don't you just hang out wit us fer da rest of da day?" Mush suggested, and everyone agreed.
Spot grinned and nodded. "Ok, ya tawked me inta it!"
The Newsies sat and finished eating rather quickly, even though it was only 1:30. "Hey, what's da big rush? We'se still got 6 hours before Medda's show starts?!" Skittery grumbled as Dutchy hurried him though his food.
"Oh...." Dutchy replied, handing Skittery his plate back. "Tanks!" Skittery said as he snatched the plate and resumed eating. Itey, Snitch, and Jake all got up and started to leave.
"Wheah ah you tree goin?" Mush asked, getting up. Itey shrugged. "I dunno, ta go find sumtin ta do until tanight!"
"I'se still got papes ta sell!" Jake piped up, and Pie Eater joined them. "I'll go wit ya, I'se got nuttin left ta do!" Snoddy, Dutchy, Mush, Swifty, and Snipeshooter also joined them. Boots and Bumlets saw that everyone was leaving and raced over to join them.
"Looks like it's just us, don' it?" Spot said, and Jack nodded.
"How obsoivant of you, Spot!" Jack murmured, shaking his head. Blink and Race overheard him and laughed, while Spot didn't notice. Blink got up and motioned for Race to do so as well. Race rose and followed Blink out of the booth.
"Hey, weah ya goin, fellas?" Spot asked, looking hurt.
"Uh, we'se gotta go back ta da Lodgin House now, sawry, Spot! See ya tanight!" Blink said quickly, and hurried out the door, Race at his heels.
"What's wit Conlon, Blink?" Race asked, pulling a cigar out of his pocket and lighting it as they started down the busy street back to the Lodging House.
"I got no idea... I was gunna ask you!" Blink replied, and shrugged. Race shook his head.
"I don' know, eithah... but dere's definitely sumtin up wit him! He's so...so..."
"Perky?" Blink offered, and Race nodded. "Yeah, dat's da woid! He jist ain't actin like Spot!" Now it was Blink's turn to nod, and he looked thoughtful.
"Mebbe tings have been rough ovah in Brooklyn..." Blink pondered aloud.
"Mebbe... or mebbe Spot's fin'ly cracked!" Race laughed, and Blink started to laugh with him.
Meanwhile, back in Tibbys, Spot and Jack were still sitting at the table. Jack raised an eyebrow and asked, "Now, tell me Spot, seriously, what's up wit ya? Yer actin so dif'rent!"
Spot looked confused. "I am?"
"See, see what I mean! If you was actin like yerself, ya woulda said sum'in like 'I ain't actin dif'rent, an if ya say dat again, I'll soak ya!' but instead ya jist said 'I am?' Yer jist ..... I dunno, actin dif'rent!" Jack tried to explain, but Spot still looked confused.
"I really don't see how I'se actin dif'rent...." Spot's voice trailed off, and then he shrugged. "Well, it don't mattah much, do it? C'mon, let's go find da boys!" and with that he stood up and grinned. Jack just shook his head and got up.
"Ok, Spot, fine...let's just go find da uddahs..." and they left Tibbys together.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*LATER*~*THAT*~*NIGHT*~*AT*~*IRVING*~*HALL*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Manhattan Newsies were gathered on the balcony at Irving Hall, accompanied by Spot. Blink was in his usual position, hanging over the railing, preparing to enjoy the show. Race turned to Mush and whispered,
"5 ta 1 Blink falls!"
Mush looked shocked. "No way, Blink wouldn't fall!" he whispered back, and shook his head. Race laughed.
"All right, ya scabbah!" He teased, and did their little slap-on-the-cheek thing, and Mush just laughed. At that moment, Medda appeared on stage in her trademark Pepto-Bismol pink outfit, and she twirled her boa and began her show. Spot noticed Jack staring at Medda and he grinned.
"Enjoyin yerself, Cowboy?" Spot asked, and Jack nodded.
"I guess I ain't been ta one of dese shows in longah den I thought!" Jack told him, and Spot smirked.
"Great ta be back, though, ain't it?"
Jack laughed. "Yeah, I guess it is!" And they watched the rest of the show in quiet. When Medda did her final bow and the curtains closed, the Newsies stood and started to leave, when Spot said, "Hey, why don't we go an talk ta Medda!"
"Yeah! Dat sounds good!" was the general opinion of the other Newsies, and Jack shrugged.
"Shoah, dat sounds good to me!" He said, and Spot grinned.
"Let's go, den!" Spot replied, and they all made their way through the crowd to the backstage.
"Oh, hey Jack!" Toby, the clown, said, and motioned them upstairs. He raised an eyebrow at the fact that ALL the Newsies followed Jack upstairs, but he decided not to say anything about it.
Jack knocked on the door of Medda's dressing room and and when she called out "Come in!" he opened the door and all the Newsies started filing in.
"My goodness! Why didn't you tell me you were bringing so many friends?" Medda exclaimed when she saw all the Newsies. Jack grinned.
"But dey're me friends, Medda! Ya wouldn't kick 'em out, would ya?" He said, and she laughed.
"Oh, of course not! Please, find a place to sit!" She told them, and gestured to the assorted chairs and pillows in her room. They all sat down and then Spot went over to Medda and motioned for her to follow him.
"If you will excuse me for one moment, please!" Medda said, and followed Spot outside for a moment. As soon as they left, Race raised an eyebrow at Jack, who shrugged.
"I didn't know that Spot and Medda knew each uddah so well!" Mush said, looking confused. Blink shook his head.
"Sumthin ain't right heah, I kin feel it!" he said, and Race nodded in agreement.
"Blink's right," Race said, "Sumthin's up!" But they couldn't continue the conversation any further, for at that moment Spot and Medda returned.
"I have to get ready for my next performance, boys, but you can go into my waiting room next door if you wish! I've had Toby bring up some refreshments, you'll be quite comfortable!" Medda explained, and ushered them out.
"Just right next door!" Medda said and so they did as she said, Spot being the last one out of the room. The room was dimly lit and plain with a table in the center of the room with a large platter of goodies on it. The hungry Newsies rushed towards the food and started eating. Jack laughed.
"Hey, outta da way! Lemme have sum befoah it's all gone!" He said, and pushed his way through. He picked up a cookie and took a bite, then made a face.
"Oooooowwww...." Swifty moaned, clutching his stomach. Just then Pie Eater dropped the cookie he was holding and fell to the floor, moaning like Swifty. Jack realized, too late, that these were no ordinary goodies, but then everything went black and he collapsed on the floor. Soon, every Newsie was on the floor, unconcious.
"My Lord, we have them."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~THE*~*END*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
OK, that's the end of Chapter 2!!! PLEASE, for the LOVE OF PUDDING, review and tell me what you think! I don't care if you say "This is the biggest piece of s**t I've ever read!", just REVIEW!! Pretty please? THANKS!!
~*Voodoo*~
Disclaimer: Yeah, like I said last time, Newsies belongs to Disney and Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. The only thing that's mine is the idea behind this story! So HA! Try and sue me, just try!
HARRY POTTER MEETS THE NEWSIES
CHAPTER 2
BY VOODOO
NEW YORK CITY, 1899
"Extry extry! Read all about it!! Hundreds of White House officials disappear, Nation in panic!" Jack Kelley waved a newspaper above his head while yelling his headline. A gentleman in a gray suit and slicked back hair paused to buy the paper, and then continued on his way.
"Thank you, sir!" Jack called to the retreating figure, and began hawking headlines once again. After a few moments, the last of his papers were gone and he set off towards Tibbys restaurant.
"Hey, Jack! Wait up!" Came a cry behind him. He turned around to see Racetrack approaching him. The short Italian quickened his pace while Jack stood and waited.
"Heya Race! How was sellin?" Jack asked, beginning to walk again as Race reached him.
"Da usual... sold 'em all!" Race replied, sticking a cigar in his mouth. "You got a match?"
While Jack searched in his pockets for a match, another Newsie approached them from behind. "HEYA FELLAS!!"
"AHH!!" Race exclaimed, jumping a few feet into the air, then swiveling around to face the offender. He came face to face with Kid Blink, a tall Newsie with blondish brown hair and an eyepatch over his left eye. He grinned at Race, who glared back.
"Blink, you'se a real pain, you know dat?!" Race spat angrily, and Blink just laughed.
Jack, who hadn't even noticed Blink, said, "Here's a match, Race!" while producing a match from his right pocket. "Oh, hey Blink!"
"Gimme dat!" Race muttered, taking the match from Jack and striking in against a brick wall, and lit his cigar. Together, the three of them continued on to Tibbys.
They entered and a Newsie with curly brown hair and a crutch came up to them. "Heya fellas!" Jack, Race, and Blink all replied with their usual "Heya Crutchy!" and sat down. After a few moments of just sitting and discussing how the morning's selling had gone, another Newsie entered Tibbys. He wasn't a Manhattan Newsie, but the leader of the Brooklyn Newsies. Spot Conlon.
"Hey everybody! How's it rollin?" He asked, in a manner very much unlike himself. Jack raised an eyebrow but said, "Heya Spot! Whatchu doin heah in Manhattan?"
"Just visitin me good buddies heah! You guys!" Spot replied merrily, and sat next to Jack at his table. Jack shot Race, Blink and Mush, another Newsie with wiry brown hair and big brown eyes, a look that said "What's up with him?" Mush shrugged his shoulders, and Race and Blink both just shook their heads.
"How's it goin, Race?" Spot asked, grinning, his hazel eyes unusually bright. Race shrugged and replied, "Pretty good, except I'se kinda bored!"
"I'se got an idea! How bout we go ta Medda's tanight?!" Spot exclaimed. Everyone immediately brightened at the mention of Medda, the vaudeville star who had hosted their rally when they had gone on strike earlier that year.
"YEAH! Let's go ta Medda's! I ain't seen her new show yet!" Specs agreed. "WOO!!" was Pie Eater's input, and "Yeah, let's go!" was all Swifty said. Race shrugged and said, "Yeah, dat sounds like a good idea ta me!"
"Alright den, it's all settled! We're gonna go ta Medda's tanight! Da show starts at 7:30, so where do ya wanna meet?" Spot asked, glad that his proposition had worked.
"Meet? Why don't you just hang out wit us fer da rest of da day?" Mush suggested, and everyone agreed.
Spot grinned and nodded. "Ok, ya tawked me inta it!"
The Newsies sat and finished eating rather quickly, even though it was only 1:30. "Hey, what's da big rush? We'se still got 6 hours before Medda's show starts?!" Skittery grumbled as Dutchy hurried him though his food.
"Oh...." Dutchy replied, handing Skittery his plate back. "Tanks!" Skittery said as he snatched the plate and resumed eating. Itey, Snitch, and Jake all got up and started to leave.
"Wheah ah you tree goin?" Mush asked, getting up. Itey shrugged. "I dunno, ta go find sumtin ta do until tanight!"
"I'se still got papes ta sell!" Jake piped up, and Pie Eater joined them. "I'll go wit ya, I'se got nuttin left ta do!" Snoddy, Dutchy, Mush, Swifty, and Snipeshooter also joined them. Boots and Bumlets saw that everyone was leaving and raced over to join them.
"Looks like it's just us, don' it?" Spot said, and Jack nodded.
"How obsoivant of you, Spot!" Jack murmured, shaking his head. Blink and Race overheard him and laughed, while Spot didn't notice. Blink got up and motioned for Race to do so as well. Race rose and followed Blink out of the booth.
"Hey, weah ya goin, fellas?" Spot asked, looking hurt.
"Uh, we'se gotta go back ta da Lodgin House now, sawry, Spot! See ya tanight!" Blink said quickly, and hurried out the door, Race at his heels.
"What's wit Conlon, Blink?" Race asked, pulling a cigar out of his pocket and lighting it as they started down the busy street back to the Lodging House.
"I got no idea... I was gunna ask you!" Blink replied, and shrugged. Race shook his head.
"I don' know, eithah... but dere's definitely sumtin up wit him! He's so...so..."
"Perky?" Blink offered, and Race nodded. "Yeah, dat's da woid! He jist ain't actin like Spot!" Now it was Blink's turn to nod, and he looked thoughtful.
"Mebbe tings have been rough ovah in Brooklyn..." Blink pondered aloud.
"Mebbe... or mebbe Spot's fin'ly cracked!" Race laughed, and Blink started to laugh with him.
Meanwhile, back in Tibbys, Spot and Jack were still sitting at the table. Jack raised an eyebrow and asked, "Now, tell me Spot, seriously, what's up wit ya? Yer actin so dif'rent!"
Spot looked confused. "I am?"
"See, see what I mean! If you was actin like yerself, ya woulda said sum'in like 'I ain't actin dif'rent, an if ya say dat again, I'll soak ya!' but instead ya jist said 'I am?' Yer jist ..... I dunno, actin dif'rent!" Jack tried to explain, but Spot still looked confused.
"I really don't see how I'se actin dif'rent...." Spot's voice trailed off, and then he shrugged. "Well, it don't mattah much, do it? C'mon, let's go find da boys!" and with that he stood up and grinned. Jack just shook his head and got up.
"Ok, Spot, fine...let's just go find da uddahs..." and they left Tibbys together.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*LATER*~*THAT*~*NIGHT*~*AT*~*IRVING*~*HALL*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Manhattan Newsies were gathered on the balcony at Irving Hall, accompanied by Spot. Blink was in his usual position, hanging over the railing, preparing to enjoy the show. Race turned to Mush and whispered,
"5 ta 1 Blink falls!"
Mush looked shocked. "No way, Blink wouldn't fall!" he whispered back, and shook his head. Race laughed.
"All right, ya scabbah!" He teased, and did their little slap-on-the-cheek thing, and Mush just laughed. At that moment, Medda appeared on stage in her trademark Pepto-Bismol pink outfit, and she twirled her boa and began her show. Spot noticed Jack staring at Medda and he grinned.
"Enjoyin yerself, Cowboy?" Spot asked, and Jack nodded.
"I guess I ain't been ta one of dese shows in longah den I thought!" Jack told him, and Spot smirked.
"Great ta be back, though, ain't it?"
Jack laughed. "Yeah, I guess it is!" And they watched the rest of the show in quiet. When Medda did her final bow and the curtains closed, the Newsies stood and started to leave, when Spot said, "Hey, why don't we go an talk ta Medda!"
"Yeah! Dat sounds good!" was the general opinion of the other Newsies, and Jack shrugged.
"Shoah, dat sounds good to me!" He said, and Spot grinned.
"Let's go, den!" Spot replied, and they all made their way through the crowd to the backstage.
"Oh, hey Jack!" Toby, the clown, said, and motioned them upstairs. He raised an eyebrow at the fact that ALL the Newsies followed Jack upstairs, but he decided not to say anything about it.
Jack knocked on the door of Medda's dressing room and and when she called out "Come in!" he opened the door and all the Newsies started filing in.
"My goodness! Why didn't you tell me you were bringing so many friends?" Medda exclaimed when she saw all the Newsies. Jack grinned.
"But dey're me friends, Medda! Ya wouldn't kick 'em out, would ya?" He said, and she laughed.
"Oh, of course not! Please, find a place to sit!" She told them, and gestured to the assorted chairs and pillows in her room. They all sat down and then Spot went over to Medda and motioned for her to follow him.
"If you will excuse me for one moment, please!" Medda said, and followed Spot outside for a moment. As soon as they left, Race raised an eyebrow at Jack, who shrugged.
"I didn't know that Spot and Medda knew each uddah so well!" Mush said, looking confused. Blink shook his head.
"Sumthin ain't right heah, I kin feel it!" he said, and Race nodded in agreement.
"Blink's right," Race said, "Sumthin's up!" But they couldn't continue the conversation any further, for at that moment Spot and Medda returned.
"I have to get ready for my next performance, boys, but you can go into my waiting room next door if you wish! I've had Toby bring up some refreshments, you'll be quite comfortable!" Medda explained, and ushered them out.
"Just right next door!" Medda said and so they did as she said, Spot being the last one out of the room. The room was dimly lit and plain with a table in the center of the room with a large platter of goodies on it. The hungry Newsies rushed towards the food and started eating. Jack laughed.
"Hey, outta da way! Lemme have sum befoah it's all gone!" He said, and pushed his way through. He picked up a cookie and took a bite, then made a face.
"Oooooowwww...." Swifty moaned, clutching his stomach. Just then Pie Eater dropped the cookie he was holding and fell to the floor, moaning like Swifty. Jack realized, too late, that these were no ordinary goodies, but then everything went black and he collapsed on the floor. Soon, every Newsie was on the floor, unconcious.
"My Lord, we have them."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~THE*~*END*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
OK, that's the end of Chapter 2!!! PLEASE, for the LOVE OF PUDDING, review and tell me what you think! I don't care if you say "This is the biggest piece of s**t I've ever read!", just REVIEW!! Pretty please? THANKS!!
~*Voodoo*~
