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AN: Hey! Another chapter here….duh…… the plot thickens…. Oh yeah, and don't forget to read the story me and two of my friends posted!!!! It's called "Tale Of An Untold Truth" and our author name is Brooklyn Girls Trio. So, read it and review!
Comments:
Rae Kelly: You'll never know!…… well, you will…. As soon as I post the chapter where you find out…..
Jazz: I can't believe you registered, dear……….. here's the chapter! You're welcome!! And at the moment you're watching an old episode of Friends on my t.v………
Duchess: Eh, who cares if it was original? You reviewed, that's all that matters to me…. Thanx, by the way….
Jamie: If you leave reviews under an author name that I share with you people might think that I'm reviewing for myself! Just kidding…….I'm not that desperate for reviews……
dreamcoat: Thanx!
Candi Kane: Sorry! I can't tell you yet….. just keep reading and you'll find out sometime…..
Stripes McKee: You can fly???? Teach me, teach me!!! Hee hee….. Your reviews are so fun……
Volcanous: Oh please don't hurt me! *author cowers in the corner* Just kidding…… thanks for the review!!
Chapter Twenty-Four
*Never Stopping, Never Slowing*
Spot walked hurriedly down the street toward Manhattan.
'Great,' he thought to himself with disdain, 'Now she really doesn't suspect anyting…..Foist Ise tell 'er dat Ise'll stay, an' den suddenly I 'ave "business ta attend to?" Good job, Conlon….. real smooth…'
'Now, wheah does Race sell again? Well, he's either in Central Park or down near the Sheepshead Races….. I'll try Central Park. Let's jist hope dat he ain't with Jack.'
As Spot neared the park he saw Race charming a girl into buying a paper.
"Race, we'se gotta talk," Spot said once Race was in earshot.
"Not now, Spot," Race said, turning back to the girl and flashing her a flirtatious grin.
"Dere's time foah dat latah, we'se got a problem. Scuse us miss," Spot said dragging Race away and tipping his hat to the girl.
"What's da mattah?" Race asked while he and Spot walked around in the direction of nowhere in particular.
"Creepah knows," Spot said, after glancing around the street to make sure that no one that they knew was there.
"What???!!!!" Race screamed.
Several people stopped what they were doing and stared at the two boys.
"Keep yoah damn voice down!" Spot hissed.
"Well, what do youse mean he knows?" Race asked urgently.
"Well…..Ise ain't shoah or nuthin'…. But 'e did come into my room when 'e thought Ise wasn't dere and 'e looked like 'e was headed foah da drawer….." Spot said uncertainly.
"Oh shit…." Racetrack moaned, hitting his forehead.
"But we'se don't know….." Spot said.
"Why else would he have been there?" Race asked, exasperated.
Spot scratched his head, "Well, I dunno…. Jade was in dere….. Maybe 'e was gonna try something with her…… But I don't tink dat 'e knew dat she was in da room…."
"Jade's in Brooklyn?" Race asked suddenly.
'Shit…..' Spot thought, 'Ise told 'er dat Ise wouldn't let Manhattan know dat…..'
"Yeah," Spot said, "But youse can't tell anyone, k?"
"Shoah," Race said, "But what's she doin' dere?"
"None of yoah business," Spot said defensively.
"Okay, okay," Race said, putting out his hands in a truce like gesture.
"But….. Wait a second, Spot," Race said after a moments thought.
"What?"
"Creepah's a Brooklyn newsie, so what does 'e have ta do with this?"
Spot's eyes narrowed after a moments thought, "Dat little bastard…." He growled.
"What?" Race asked.
"He's helpin' out da Bronx, an' Jack!" Spot exclaimed.
"But why?"
Spot shrugged, "Who knows? He nevah liked me any, an' maybe since it's in Brooklyn da Bronx asked him ta get it….. Maybe dey offered something in return…"
"Okay, but how did da Bronx know it was dere?" Asked Race.
"What is it with you an dese damn questions?"
"We'se jist gotta figure everyting out, Spot. We can't let dem get it back."
"I know," Spot sighed, frustrated.
"Well?"
"Ummm…. Maybe Creepah saw youse give me da envelope, an' he told dem……. Yeah, dat's probably it, since he's always in da Bronx he probably knew about Jack's whole plan an' when he saw youse give it ta me he knew dat something was wrong. In fact, Creepah was in da Bronx da day aftah youse gave it ta me, so he probably hoid dat it was missin'."
"Dat makes sense….. But what's keepin' Creepah from getting' it now dat youse ain't in yoah room."
"Ise locked da drawer," Spot said.
"Oh, wonderful. Like a locked drawer's gonna keep Creepah out," Race said sarcastically.
"Well, Jade's in dere, an' she did soak him dat one time an' if she saw 'im again she'd try ta kill 'im so….." Spot thought for a second, "Oh shit…."
"What?"
"Ise forgot…. She's hoit. She wouldn't be able ta beat 'im right now."
"She got hoit?" Race asked curiously.
"Don't ask," Spot warned forcefully, and Race dropped it.
"So what are we'se still doin heah, Spot?"
"Huh?" Spot asked.
"We'se need ta go ta Brooklyn. Now!" Race said, and dropping his papers on the street he ran in the direction of the bridge.
"C'mon!" He yelled to Spot.
Spot took off after him and the two ran as fast as they could, never stopping, and never slowing.
AN: Eh, hopefully that confused you………I'm evil, what can I say?…….Nah, you'll all find out what the hell's going on eventually, I promise…… but I won't update ever again if you don't go read "Tale Of An Untold Truth" and review for it!!!!!! Go do that now!!! But only after you've reviewed for this story!!!!!
AN: Hey! Another chapter here….duh…… the plot thickens…. Oh yeah, and don't forget to read the story me and two of my friends posted!!!! It's called "Tale Of An Untold Truth" and our author name is Brooklyn Girls Trio. So, read it and review!
Comments:
Rae Kelly: You'll never know!…… well, you will…. As soon as I post the chapter where you find out…..
Jazz: I can't believe you registered, dear……….. here's the chapter! You're welcome!! And at the moment you're watching an old episode of Friends on my t.v………
Duchess: Eh, who cares if it was original? You reviewed, that's all that matters to me…. Thanx, by the way….
Jamie: If you leave reviews under an author name that I share with you people might think that I'm reviewing for myself! Just kidding…….I'm not that desperate for reviews……
dreamcoat: Thanx!
Candi Kane: Sorry! I can't tell you yet….. just keep reading and you'll find out sometime…..
Stripes McKee: You can fly???? Teach me, teach me!!! Hee hee….. Your reviews are so fun……
Volcanous: Oh please don't hurt me! *author cowers in the corner* Just kidding…… thanks for the review!!
Chapter Twenty-Four
*Never Stopping, Never Slowing*
Spot walked hurriedly down the street toward Manhattan.
'Great,' he thought to himself with disdain, 'Now she really doesn't suspect anyting…..Foist Ise tell 'er dat Ise'll stay, an' den suddenly I 'ave "business ta attend to?" Good job, Conlon….. real smooth…'
'Now, wheah does Race sell again? Well, he's either in Central Park or down near the Sheepshead Races….. I'll try Central Park. Let's jist hope dat he ain't with Jack.'
As Spot neared the park he saw Race charming a girl into buying a paper.
"Race, we'se gotta talk," Spot said once Race was in earshot.
"Not now, Spot," Race said, turning back to the girl and flashing her a flirtatious grin.
"Dere's time foah dat latah, we'se got a problem. Scuse us miss," Spot said dragging Race away and tipping his hat to the girl.
"What's da mattah?" Race asked while he and Spot walked around in the direction of nowhere in particular.
"Creepah knows," Spot said, after glancing around the street to make sure that no one that they knew was there.
"What???!!!!" Race screamed.
Several people stopped what they were doing and stared at the two boys.
"Keep yoah damn voice down!" Spot hissed.
"Well, what do youse mean he knows?" Race asked urgently.
"Well…..Ise ain't shoah or nuthin'…. But 'e did come into my room when 'e thought Ise wasn't dere and 'e looked like 'e was headed foah da drawer….." Spot said uncertainly.
"Oh shit…." Racetrack moaned, hitting his forehead.
"But we'se don't know….." Spot said.
"Why else would he have been there?" Race asked, exasperated.
Spot scratched his head, "Well, I dunno…. Jade was in dere….. Maybe 'e was gonna try something with her…… But I don't tink dat 'e knew dat she was in da room…."
"Jade's in Brooklyn?" Race asked suddenly.
'Shit…..' Spot thought, 'Ise told 'er dat Ise wouldn't let Manhattan know dat…..'
"Yeah," Spot said, "But youse can't tell anyone, k?"
"Shoah," Race said, "But what's she doin' dere?"
"None of yoah business," Spot said defensively.
"Okay, okay," Race said, putting out his hands in a truce like gesture.
"But….. Wait a second, Spot," Race said after a moments thought.
"What?"
"Creepah's a Brooklyn newsie, so what does 'e have ta do with this?"
Spot's eyes narrowed after a moments thought, "Dat little bastard…." He growled.
"What?" Race asked.
"He's helpin' out da Bronx, an' Jack!" Spot exclaimed.
"But why?"
Spot shrugged, "Who knows? He nevah liked me any, an' maybe since it's in Brooklyn da Bronx asked him ta get it….. Maybe dey offered something in return…"
"Okay, but how did da Bronx know it was dere?" Asked Race.
"What is it with you an dese damn questions?"
"We'se jist gotta figure everyting out, Spot. We can't let dem get it back."
"I know," Spot sighed, frustrated.
"Well?"
"Ummm…. Maybe Creepah saw youse give me da envelope, an' he told dem……. Yeah, dat's probably it, since he's always in da Bronx he probably knew about Jack's whole plan an' when he saw youse give it ta me he knew dat something was wrong. In fact, Creepah was in da Bronx da day aftah youse gave it ta me, so he probably hoid dat it was missin'."
"Dat makes sense….. But what's keepin' Creepah from getting' it now dat youse ain't in yoah room."
"Ise locked da drawer," Spot said.
"Oh, wonderful. Like a locked drawer's gonna keep Creepah out," Race said sarcastically.
"Well, Jade's in dere, an' she did soak him dat one time an' if she saw 'im again she'd try ta kill 'im so….." Spot thought for a second, "Oh shit…."
"What?"
"Ise forgot…. She's hoit. She wouldn't be able ta beat 'im right now."
"She got hoit?" Race asked curiously.
"Don't ask," Spot warned forcefully, and Race dropped it.
"So what are we'se still doin heah, Spot?"
"Huh?" Spot asked.
"We'se need ta go ta Brooklyn. Now!" Race said, and dropping his papers on the street he ran in the direction of the bridge.
"C'mon!" He yelled to Spot.
Spot took off after him and the two ran as fast as they could, never stopping, and never slowing.
AN: Eh, hopefully that confused you………I'm evil, what can I say?…….Nah, you'll all find out what the hell's going on eventually, I promise…… but I won't update ever again if you don't go read "Tale Of An Untold Truth" and review for it!!!!!! Go do that now!!! But only after you've reviewed for this story!!!!!