Disclaimer: I don't own the Newsies. All I own is Stage. ToT/Slingshot owns herself.
Shout Outs~
Thunderstorm, dragon, DxInsider and Fastdancr: Thanks!
Killersabinx: Race kinda disappeared before they went to see Spot. We still to the day do not know where he went. Well, he appeared again.
Dreamcoat: Spot's still there. He comes back in chapter nine.
Bluehag: WOO! BOSOMS! ::dances::
Dreamsock: Bwaha! We can and will stop there! XD XD
Princessred: Mark David is…strange looking now. I guess being in your 30s does that to you. XD http://homepage.mac.com/jmar/newsies/cast/mark.html
ScreamQueen: 'Dutchster'? XD You just gave us a fic idea from your review…Bwaha.
Opening Comments: Blah…
Title: Immigrants
Authors: Stage and ToT (partners in fic-writing crime!)
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Stage and ToT shoved their way through the crowd, yelling the headlines at the top of their lungs.
"I don't think they're going to hear us!" ToT yelled.
"What?!" Stage yelled back. "I can't hear a damned thing over here!"
"Come on." ToT grabbed Stage by an arm and they both found a slightly quieter spot. "They aren't going to hear us when we're in there."
"Apparently not." Stage replied, frowning at the crowd. "Stupid people!" She yelled shaking a fist.
"Er, I don't think that'll help."
"Hey, do we know them?" Stage asked, pointing at two boys approaching in fedoras.
"Are they newsies?"
"That's basically what I just asked you."
"Eh, sorry." ToT looked up towards the sun. "Its almost noon…how many papes we got left?"
"A dozen."
"Hello there, goils." The shorter one said.
"Hey, ya wanna buy a pape?" ToT asked, doing a personality 180.
"I don't know, what'll you do for me?"
"…Give you your paper?" ToT replied after a short pause.
"Dat ain't good enough, sweet t'ing." He replied. ToT glared up at him.
Thwack! He stumbled back, a large red patch on his left cheek. ToT lowered her hand and shook it out.
"Ow…"
"You'll be sorry foi dat! No one crosses the Delancy brudders!"
"I think she just did." Stage replied. "So you two are the Delancy 'brudders'?"
"Yeah. I'm Oscar and dis is Morris." Oscar replied. "Rememba th name. Youse will wanna know who killed ya."
"Oh, yeah. I'm trembling!" ToT said, doing a fake shudder. "You don't have the balls to hit a girl." Oscar turned a crimson hue, from anger or embarrassment—it was hard to tell which.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Yous gonna be sorry you said dat!"
"Hm. Why does that sound so familiar? Oh, that's right! You already used that threat, smart one."
"Extra, extra." Stage said, walking between the two. "Local hit man and immigrant get into fight, disrupts neighborhood!"
"Thank you, Stage." ToT said flatly.
"We can go now." Stage said, bopping ToT on the head with a rolled up paper. "I've sold all the papes."
"What about that one?"
"Hm. Guess I missed one. So I'll sell it on the way home." Stage replied. "Come on, lets go. We'll get a free meal at Tibby's if we win."
"I didn't hear about that."
"I'm sure we can flirt our way into it."
"Good point."
"Youse ain't goin' nowhere!" Morris snarled. The two girls looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Watch us."
"What do youse two tink yer doin'?" Jack demanded from behind them. Blink stood next to him, chewing on his cheek with five papers in his hand. "Cheese it." The Delancy's sulked away.
"You're on, ToT." Stage said, giving her the last paper. ToT did a sort of a salute with the rolled up paper. She then sauntered over to Blink, smiling sweetly. He looked down at her with wary eyes.
"Buy me last pape?" ToT asked, leaning into him. Blink looked to Jack, wide eyed. Jack sent him a look that distinctly said "No!"
"Uh…er…I don't think…"
"Come on, please?"
"Blink, don't do it."
"I already have papes…"
"Not one like this."
"Kid…" Jack said in a warning tone. ToT looked back at Stage.
"Oh!" Stage exclaimed. She walked up to Jack, grabbed his bandana, and pulled him away. "Come on, Jack…I have to…uh, talk to you."
"Is that what they call it these days?" ToT called after them.
"Just because you got the good one…" Stage started, pointing. Jack and Blink looked at each other, utterly bewildered. Stage started walking again, Jack in tow.
"Please buy the paper?"
"Er…"
"Please Blinkie?"
"But Jack…"
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"You don't want to buy us dinner at Tibby's?" Stage asked innocently.
"No." Jack replied firmly. Stage, thoroughly fed up with Jack's stubbornness, tugged sharply on his bandana. "Ow! What was dat fer?"
"You want me to tell Sarah you weren't a good sport?"
"Dat's a low blow, Stage."
"Agreed then?"
"Yeah, fine. Not a word of dis to Sarah." Jack started back, but Stage pulled him back again.
"Not yet. I'll tell you when you can go."
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"Well, uh…um…"
Oh just buy the damn paper! ToT screamed in her mind. Stupid stubborn men!
"…Ok…" Blink replied, great hesitance in his voice.
"Great!" ToT gave him the paper in an exchange for his penny.
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"Ok, we can go now." Stage said, starting towards ToT and Blink.
"What happened?"
"We just won the sell-off, Jackie-boy. When you're finished selling those five papes, come by. We'll be waiting at Tibby's for ya."
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Closing Comments: So basically, the girls didn't completely kick their butts…seeing as how they won by 5 papers. One more chapter to go!