Doc, Doc?" Marty yelled into the walkie talkie "what do you mean, 'an emergency'"
but all he could hear from the other line was increasing static. For no more than a second, he could just faintly hear Doc Brown's voice. "Meet..-me…- Tibby's…noon." And then the line went dead.
"Meet, me, Tibby's , noon?? 'Marty shouted into the silent walkie -talkie "whats that suppose to mean?"
Trying not to think about it, Marty trudged up the staircase and re-placed the walkie talkie into his pants pocket.- He'd deal with this in the morning.
At the top of the stairs, Marty found himself in a cheaply whitewashed, long rectangular room cluttered with about a dozen oak bunkbeds, each carelessly dressed with two croked white sheets. Most of them had signs, barely legible and very sloppy, painted on their sides, that said things such as, Crutchy's bunk, paws off, and, Jack's bunk- the king of New York. It took Marty some time to find a bunk that wasn't "occupied' but finally he found one cramped between two walls and a chest of drawers. Exhausted from the day's work, he quickly fell asleep to the bustling street sounds and soft music somewhere in the distance of New York in 1899.
Marty woke up to blinding sunlight streaming through an open window. Squinting through brightness, he could barely make out a tall figure ahead of him, clad in what looked to be a white apron.
That's funny…. He didn't think his mother owned any aprons.
"Mom?' he called to the figure
"just take it easy" said a deep voice off to the left. " can be hard da foust time getting' up dis owly.
"I- I had the worst nightmare" Marty continued, He could hear snickers off in the distance. Where did those come from? "It had a Train, and a kid with a cigar."
This time roars of laughter approached his ears.
"uh….. yah.' Said the voice. "maybe you ought to stay in da Kloppman boys home for a while."
"KLOPPMAN'S BOYS HOME!" Marty sprang up instantly and sat rigid against the backboard of his bunk bed. The curios faces of the New York newsies swam into focus.
Kid Blink, the rather wicked looking boy who sported an eyepatch, hobbled over to the bed. He was dressed in an old ,white, bed sheet that had been tied around his waist like a skirt (or apron).
"Mornin' Marty! I is ya motha! Heeheeheeeee….."
Marty flinched as the deranged boy put his face level to Marty's
" leave 'im alone Blink" said the boy called cowboy from The left of Marty's bunk bed,
, who had spoken to Marty earlier.
"sorry about that" cowboy apologized. "ya new to da newspaper-selling business, huh?'
Marty yawned and got out of bed. "yah, uh, first time."
"well" the cowboy continued, "if you've ever worked anywhere else, ya should pick it up pretty easy. Have ya?'
" Burger King, for about a year" He answered.
All the newsies gave each other looks. "whose the Burger King?" a kid with a crutch who'd Marty had been introduced as Crutchy asked.
"never mind.' Marty said quickly.
"ummm…anyways' Cowboys said. " I'd be willing to teach ya da ropes of the trade if ya like." All the boys smiled wide
"good guy, cowboy' they said " always da good Samarawtin"
" dats Jack' said Kid Blink, still dressed as Marty's mother and wiping away a tear. "best newsie there ever was."
Realizing that he didn't have much of a choice, Marty sighed and went to a basin on one of the side table to wash his face " thanks, that'd be great" he murmered. All the newsies cheered.
*******
"Ext'r, Ext'r, read all about it!!!!!" the cowboy called at a busy street corner to a group of society ladies in long frilly dresses. " Tragic accident leaves Thousands dead and
homeless!!!" He pointed to the front page of "The New York Times" to prove it.
Marty glanced at the paper. " Local Farmer's barn burns down?" he asked.
Cowboy gave him a reassuring wink. " well think of all da poor, innocent lives of mice and cows."
He grinned maliciously.
' But keep it down, Marty, here comes our first customer.'
A finely dressed man strode over with a fretful look on his face. " Thousands die!' he exclaimed, handing Marty two penny's and taking a paper. "The horror of it!"
As soon as the man left, Cowboy ushered Marty quickly down the street. " lets get out of here, that man will probably be back, and he wont be happy when he learns the thousands
Dead are really livestock." he whispered, as the two found a small restaurant to sell outside of.
The sun was high overhead now, and Marty guessed it was about 10:00 The two of them saw many other newsies coming and going around Tibby's as the day wore on. He guessed that it was a popular spot for teens in the 1890's.
' are you sure the owner doesn't care if we sell outside his place?' Marty asked Cowboy, when he saw a disapproving couple going into the restaurant glare at them.
"nah…. Mista Tibby doesn't care' Cowboy answered, staring at a paper headline that said " sewage problem may pose threat to citizens' health"
" did you say Mr. TIBBY?' Marty asked, awestruck
"yah, Mista Tibby, makes sense he should own the restaurant, Tibby's, that where standing in front of………… hey Marty, " he asked, still staring at the newspaper headline. "What do you think of- ' Deadly plague to hit Manhatten due to sewage calamity?'"
But Marty didn't hear Cowboy. He was staring up at the red and white sign on which "Tibby's restaurant' was written
"Meet-me-Tibby's-noon' he said to himself
"Doc's message!"
but all he could hear from the other line was increasing static. For no more than a second, he could just faintly hear Doc Brown's voice. "Meet..-me…- Tibby's…noon." And then the line went dead.
"Meet, me, Tibby's , noon?? 'Marty shouted into the silent walkie -talkie "whats that suppose to mean?"
Trying not to think about it, Marty trudged up the staircase and re-placed the walkie talkie into his pants pocket.- He'd deal with this in the morning.
At the top of the stairs, Marty found himself in a cheaply whitewashed, long rectangular room cluttered with about a dozen oak bunkbeds, each carelessly dressed with two croked white sheets. Most of them had signs, barely legible and very sloppy, painted on their sides, that said things such as, Crutchy's bunk, paws off, and, Jack's bunk- the king of New York. It took Marty some time to find a bunk that wasn't "occupied' but finally he found one cramped between two walls and a chest of drawers. Exhausted from the day's work, he quickly fell asleep to the bustling street sounds and soft music somewhere in the distance of New York in 1899.
Marty woke up to blinding sunlight streaming through an open window. Squinting through brightness, he could barely make out a tall figure ahead of him, clad in what looked to be a white apron.
That's funny…. He didn't think his mother owned any aprons.
"Mom?' he called to the figure
"just take it easy" said a deep voice off to the left. " can be hard da foust time getting' up dis owly.
"I- I had the worst nightmare" Marty continued, He could hear snickers off in the distance. Where did those come from? "It had a Train, and a kid with a cigar."
This time roars of laughter approached his ears.
"uh….. yah.' Said the voice. "maybe you ought to stay in da Kloppman boys home for a while."
"KLOPPMAN'S BOYS HOME!" Marty sprang up instantly and sat rigid against the backboard of his bunk bed. The curios faces of the New York newsies swam into focus.
Kid Blink, the rather wicked looking boy who sported an eyepatch, hobbled over to the bed. He was dressed in an old ,white, bed sheet that had been tied around his waist like a skirt (or apron).
"Mornin' Marty! I is ya motha! Heeheeheeeee….."
Marty flinched as the deranged boy put his face level to Marty's
" leave 'im alone Blink" said the boy called cowboy from The left of Marty's bunk bed,
, who had spoken to Marty earlier.
"sorry about that" cowboy apologized. "ya new to da newspaper-selling business, huh?'
Marty yawned and got out of bed. "yah, uh, first time."
"well" the cowboy continued, "if you've ever worked anywhere else, ya should pick it up pretty easy. Have ya?'
" Burger King, for about a year" He answered.
All the newsies gave each other looks. "whose the Burger King?" a kid with a crutch who'd Marty had been introduced as Crutchy asked.
"never mind.' Marty said quickly.
"ummm…anyways' Cowboys said. " I'd be willing to teach ya da ropes of the trade if ya like." All the boys smiled wide
"good guy, cowboy' they said " always da good Samarawtin"
" dats Jack' said Kid Blink, still dressed as Marty's mother and wiping away a tear. "best newsie there ever was."
Realizing that he didn't have much of a choice, Marty sighed and went to a basin on one of the side table to wash his face " thanks, that'd be great" he murmered. All the newsies cheered.
*******
"Ext'r, Ext'r, read all about it!!!!!" the cowboy called at a busy street corner to a group of society ladies in long frilly dresses. " Tragic accident leaves Thousands dead and
homeless!!!" He pointed to the front page of "The New York Times" to prove it.
Marty glanced at the paper. " Local Farmer's barn burns down?" he asked.
Cowboy gave him a reassuring wink. " well think of all da poor, innocent lives of mice and cows."
He grinned maliciously.
' But keep it down, Marty, here comes our first customer.'
A finely dressed man strode over with a fretful look on his face. " Thousands die!' he exclaimed, handing Marty two penny's and taking a paper. "The horror of it!"
As soon as the man left, Cowboy ushered Marty quickly down the street. " lets get out of here, that man will probably be back, and he wont be happy when he learns the thousands
Dead are really livestock." he whispered, as the two found a small restaurant to sell outside of.
The sun was high overhead now, and Marty guessed it was about 10:00 The two of them saw many other newsies coming and going around Tibby's as the day wore on. He guessed that it was a popular spot for teens in the 1890's.
' are you sure the owner doesn't care if we sell outside his place?' Marty asked Cowboy, when he saw a disapproving couple going into the restaurant glare at them.
"nah…. Mista Tibby doesn't care' Cowboy answered, staring at a paper headline that said " sewage problem may pose threat to citizens' health"
" did you say Mr. TIBBY?' Marty asked, awestruck
"yah, Mista Tibby, makes sense he should own the restaurant, Tibby's, that where standing in front of………… hey Marty, " he asked, still staring at the newspaper headline. "What do you think of- ' Deadly plague to hit Manhatten due to sewage calamity?'"
But Marty didn't hear Cowboy. He was staring up at the red and white sign on which "Tibby's restaurant' was written
"Meet-me-Tibby's-noon' he said to himself
"Doc's message!"