See Jack - See Dutchy
A/N: This chapter may not be suitable for young readers. Than again, which chapter HAS been?
Okay, so let's review. At this point in time Mush is in down to his boxers, Skittery's wearing only his pink long Johns, David and Jack are on opposite sides of the room and looking oddly at each other, Les is gone, and Racetrack is standing there just looking cool. What a happy little family they make. Only someone is missing.
MV: See Jack.
Jack: *In whiny tone* but we've already seen me!
MV: See Jack lasso Pup.
Harlem Boys: Who?
Spot: You know, Pup. He appears in the flicker, but only in one scene. It's the scene where Jack is riding away in the carriage and on the left corner of your screen is a group of boys. Okay, PAUSE. Now, there should be three small boys in the front of this group. The best dress and tallest of the three, the one who looks like he is comforting the others, he's Pup.
Harlem Boys: *Blink, Blink*
Kid Blink: SHUT THE HELL UP YOUS GUYS! I DIDN"T DO NUTHIN!
All: *Sigh*
Jack: I can't lasso that far? What are you crazy?
David: *Sarcastically* No, she's perfectly sane Jack.
Jack: Shut up David.
MV: Lovers Quarrel!
Jack: Whatever. Anyway, I can't do dat.
Specs: Has anyone else noticed that the Mysterious Voice goes back in fourth between New Yawk accents?
Itey and Bumlets: *Nods*
Specs: Just makin sure I wasn't the only one.
MV: *Speaking to Jack* Yes you can, and do you know why?
All: Why?
MV: Cause this a musical.
Jack: *Eyes light up* You know, your right!
Jack takes off his belt which now doubles as a lasso rope (No, his pants don't fall down. Honestly, get your mind out of the gutter.) and, well, throws the rope out then drags it back. Pup's stuck on the end.
Pup: Lemme go.
MV: Ah! He's so CUTE!
All: *Blink, Blink*
Kid Blink: I'm warnin ya....
MV: But moving. See Kid Blink.
Kid Blink: Haven't I suffered enough!
MV: See Kid Blink... Ha Kid Blink has depth perception! Kid Blink can hardly see!
Kid Blink: THAT"S IT! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF ALL THIS! I'M LEAVING!
Kid Blink marches out of Tibby's. Don't ask me why none of the other newsies have done this. Wait, I know. Cause it's a musical.
MV: See Crutchy.
Jack: *Lovin this lasso stuff.* Want me to lasso Blink back? I will! Please?
MV: Not now Jack. Honestly act your age. Where was I.......
Crutchy: See Itey.
Itey: Hey!
MV: *In cheerful tone* Thanks Crutchy! See Crutchy.
Crutchy: Damn.
MV: See Crutchy run! Ha, Crutchy Can't run!
This paretically mean act of the Mysterious Voice's caused Crutchy to fallow Blink's lead and run out, er, limp out the door in tears. Ah, Poor Crutchy... This was of course fallowed by Jack's offer to lasso him back.
Jack: *Again with Pleading Pathetically* Pretty Please.
MV: Ahhhh! Alliterations are attacking!
Itey: Someone should stop them soon.
Dutchy: Wait! Why would we.....um...
Specs: worry?
Dutchy: Yeah, worry. We don't know what alliterations are....
All: Good Point....
Spot: The MV is beyond screwed up.
MV: Shut up Spot.
Spot: Why should I?
MV: Okay, I think you've learned your lesson. You can let go of him Erin.
Erin: *Hugging Spot VERY tightly* No!
MV: *In stricter voice* Erin.....
Erin: NEVER!
Spot: *In weak, pathetic voice that you didn't think Spot had* Help.
MV: Come on Erin, I need him for this chapter.
Erin: *Hugging Spot closer* Mine.
MV: *sighing* Fine, you can have him.
Erin, yanking at Spot, happily drags him away, much to Spot's disproval. (Spot: I can't believe you're letting her do this to me! A/N: Shut up Spot.) Erin shall, from this point on, be known as "That slightly off girl who was obsessed with hugging Spot"
Jack: So, who was that slightly off girl who was obsessed with hugging Spot?
MV: Yep, that's her.
Specs: Yeah, but who IS she?
MV: Don't you guys know?
All: *Shakes heads*
MV: But Jack does...
Jack: I do?
MV: You just said her name!
All: *Blink, blink*
Through the stony walls of Tibby's you can make out a voice cry "STOP CALLING ME!"
All: Riiiight......
MV: Moving on....
Itey: We'd rather not.
MV: To bad. Moving on...
Dutchy: This is the worst Fanfiction ever.
MV: *Sounding slightly perturbed* Moving on.
Specs: I don't know. Mary Sue fics are pretty bad.....
MV: IF ONE MORE OF YOU CHEAP EXTRAS INTERRUPTS ME I WILL CUT OFF YOUR BALLS WITH A RUSTY KNIFE! IS THAT CLEAR?
All: *Silent*
MV: Good. Now, moving on. We have a request.
All: A request?
MV: It's a request to see Dutchy.
Dutchy: *Pales*
MV: From a fan. I think she likes you. *Winks at Dutchy, though no one can see it through her black mask.*
Dutchy: It she liked me she wouldn't suggest that you torture me with See Spot.
Racetrack: Actually, I thought the Jack/David one was the worst.
MV: Gee, Racetrack. I believe that';s the first time you referred to that event without cursing.
Racetrack: Fuckin gays.
MV: Damn, guess not. Why must you be preadjust against homosexuals?
Jack/David: We AREN'T homosexuals!
Racetrack: I'm not preadjust against homosexuals. I'm Italian.
MV: *Eye rolling, though no one can see this* Oh, well THAT's explains it.
Racetrack: It does, doesn't it?
MV: Where were we? Oh yes, See Dutchy.
Dutchy: No! Please! Anyone but me! I still have a long life ahead of me! Pick Snipeshooter! He'll die sooner because of the cigars anyway!
Snipeshooter: *smoking* Hey!
MV: See Dutchy dance.
Dutchy: Excuse me?
MV: Dance Dutchy! Dance!
Dutchy: What kind of request is that!
MV: The alliteration kind.
Dutchy: Do I look queer? I'm not dancing! Pick sumtin else.
Specs: She did it again! First, it's proper English. Than suddenly, New Yawk accent!
MV: Fine then, you have a choice. Dance or do pole dancing.
Dutchy: Booth of those or dancing!
MV: But one involves a dress and the other a pole.
Dutchy: I'll take the pole dancing.
The Mysterious Voice points to poll that no one ever noticed before in the middle of Tibby's! Gasp, the surprises in store! The room goes dark with the exception of a disco light. Sexy strip music begins in the background. Dutchy steps up to the pole looking like he's done this a thousand times. Makes ya wonder what they do when they're not on screen, doesn't it.
Slipping on leg around the pole he leans in, giving the crowd a look of lust. Never mind that half the crowd is banging on the windows trying to get out, the mysterious voice and a few fans that randomly appear are close to passing out. That's all that matters, right? Dutchy does a slow turn on the pole, still attached only by his leg. On the turn he manges to lean back and pull of his shirt. Thank God for six packs. The girls let out what sounded like soft, heart aching sighs. Dutchy throw them a wink over his shoulder. It's a miricule half of them didn't all pass out on spot. However, Spot had been dragged out, so they had to settle with passing out on to Mush.
The boys began throwing chairs at the windows, which had been covering in thick titanium plates as to block out the light as Dutchy started to do something very interesting to the pole using his hip and tongue. Each swing caused one or two of the girls to groan, as he keep the rhythm a slow, torturing beat. Slowly he reached for the button to free his swollen manhood for his pants. He thank God he hadn't worn underwear that day as he pulled for his-
Wait, this isn't a romance novel OR porn shot. Gee, what was I thinking. On to the next chapter than.
Well there we go. Yet another disturbing chapter of See Spot... I'd like to thank my reviewers (all three of em ~_^) For, well, reviewing... I hope I made someone's day with that Dutchy sceen.