"Deah me!" Race's familiar cry broke out among the crowd. Oscar and Morris,
along with their gang that consisted of Notorious, Nightmare, Damien,
Bowser and Tick. They were a tuff-looking bunch of "newsies" and they all
had their girls beside them. "What is that-"
"No need to Finnish yer liddle speech." Oscar interrupted. "Can't ya t'ink o' anything else ta say?" Snipeshooter glared up at Oscar.
"You!" Morris picked up Snipes, "How many times do I gotta tell ya ta stay in da back?" With that, Morris pushed Snipes on the ground.
"Aww, c'mere Snipes." Vesta called, helping Snipes up. "It ain't yer fault that he can't handle us newsies, so he gotta pick on da liddle ones." All the little kids looked up to Vesta, she was like a mother to them, or at least an older sister.
Oscar and Morris and their gang just kinda looked stupid, and Jack couldn't think of anything to say, considering he didn't have any good ideas at the moment it's a popular theme for today … But Quirky finally broke the silence by going up to Morris and saying, "Yeah, dat's right, its called an insult. And so is dis!" She finished by taking Morris's hat right off his round head. "Hehehe. Another hat for my collection! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Morris was chasing her, but then Quirky was distracted by this weird kid with curly red hair who was looking at her funny. But as she slowed down to get a better look, she felt something hit her head and felt herself falling to the ground.
~*~ All in Slow-Mo~*~
"NOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo!!!" came a scream. Quirky couldn't place it, and was excepting to fall on the hard ground. But Jake, also the owner of this "NOoOoOoOoOoOoOo!!!" had slid his hat on the ground, hoping to keep that precious head of hers from hitting the cruel, hard ground. His plan worked, at the last possible milli-second, right before Quirky's head hit the pavement, his hat slid underneath it. Jake rushed over, panting. "Are you okay?" He asked between breaths.
Quirky dreamily looked into his creamy brown eyes, "I think … so … "
"You know I'd do anything for you, dear." Jake meant it with all his heart.
~*~ Un Slow-Mo~*~
"The others!" they both cried, getting up and looking around to see that all hell had just broken loose. Specs jumped on top of Morris, and everybody was in little group fights. Reeny, Snoddy, Fire and Mush were fighting off Fleck, Whisper and Oscar. Race and Blink were trying to keep Bowser away; Tigress and Holiday, with the help of Dutchy, were fighting off Illusion and Notorious. Jack, Stress and Skittery were fighting Mystery and Nightmare. In the "center" of everything, there was a big mob, which everyone was in minus Moneybags and Itey. Moneybags was looking at Itey, who was twisting and "eating" his suspenders in weird and not normal ways. The Moneybags saw Tick going to jump on Race, who was still fighting Bowser. So she picked up a fallen hat, and aimed it at the back of Tick's head. Tick fell down with a thud, and Moneybags turned back to Quirky yelling, "Quirky, where did ya put da hats?"
Quirky, who was somewhere in the middle of the mob, jumped out and pointed to the bag by the gates. "Dey are in back bag!"
"Did ya bring da fling-o-matic?"
"Damn! I knew I forgot something!" Quirky smacked her forehead. "That's okay, we can still take care o' these goons." So MB and Quirky reached in the bag and started pulling out hats and flinging them at Oscar and his gang. Soon, it was clear that the newsies had won this round. Just as Quirky went to go pick up the hats, Jack who had a good idea yelled, "Guys! Our hats! Get 'em!"
"NOOOO!!!" Quirky started to run to where the hats were, but she was held back by Jake, who joined her at side. "It's okay," he was saying soothingly. "It's for the best."
Jack, who was in the mood for climbing things, climbed up on the gate and everybody cheered. for what reason I have no idea, considering Quirky and MB stopped everyone. Well, mostly everyone cheered, Oscar and Morris and their gang didn't cheer, but that's for obvious reasons. But then the annoying redhead kid opened the gate and as Quirky and Jake walked by, the annoying redhead kid gave Quirky the I-wanna-go-have-some-fun-with-you look. Jake just gave the annoying redhead kid an icy cold stare and moved on to get his papes. "So Quirky, do ya wanna sell papes wit me tiday?"
Quirky silently laughed as she eyed him for top to err … bottom. well she stopped halfway … "Fine wit me, as long as the Itey kid don't come wit us."
"Oh him. A coise not!" Jake assured her. "He won't even come near us." Just then Itey walked by, but Jake pretend not to see. Quirky gave Jake a yeah- right look, and walked over to MB, who was in line, getting her papes.
"I'se gonna sell wit Jake, ya find anybody yet?"
"Yeah, ya know dat Italian kid?"
"Yeah … "
"He keeps on smilin and lookin ovah here. So, if I guess right, as soon as he's done, he'll come ovah here an ask me. If not, I'll ask him, an I don't think he'll refuse." MB smirked to herself.
"Well, have fun tiday. Ya know dat there's ALWAYS a story on how some fire terrifies seagulls. T'ousands flee in panic?"
"Yeah, typical story. Ohh! Look who's finally coming ovah here! Bout time … " MB thought "now let the fun begin!"
"So …" Race smiled, and Blink slapped him. Race smacked Blink. Blink slapped Race. Race smacked-
"What did you'se want?"
"I was gonna ask ya if ya wanted ta sell wit me tiday." MB rolled her eyes at the thought of Blink coming with them. "Don't worry, he's not coming wit us." Race pointed to Blink.
"Hey, but you said-" Blink whinned.
"Sure, just da two of us den." MB mouthed "finally" to Quirky.
"Aww, go sell wit Mush." Jake suggested as he came over to join Quirky.
"C'mon, MB, let's go get ya your papes." Race said, pulling MB up in line. Some fat, greasy, dirty-looking, old guy was at the window and asked her a mumbled "how many?" Race informed her that the old guy was Weasel.
MB ignored him and looked at the guy standing next to him. It was Morris from the fight that morning. "Hey I like your hat. The name's Morris, right?" He didn't say anything.
"How many?" Weasel asked again, with growing impatience.
"Umm, 60." With deliberately slow movements just to piss her off which didn't work, Morris and Weasel gave her her papes. So when she got her papes, MB and Race went up to the gate that they had come in. Itey was always there first, and always waited for this one girl to walk by. Then, as soon as she turned the corner, Itey left. It was weird. But until this girl came, nobody felt comfortable and there was silence.
So FINALLY this girl came by the group and as she walked passed, Itey said, "Hey Hun." She looked at him, said "C'mon" and they disappeared behind the corner.
Just then Mush, who was slow getting his papers, walked up to the front of the line. On his way, he still punched everyone and Snoddy tried to get back at him by taking his hat. "YES!!!" Quirky thought. "He's on our side!!!"
"Okay, I'm confused. What is up with that Itey kid? He gives me the creeps." MB shuddered.
"Well, nobody really knows." Jack tried to explain, since he has all the answers. "but everyday, that girl comes by and everyday he leaves with, or right after her. I think she's the Mayor's daughter."
Blink's eye bulged out. "THAT'S the mayor's daughter???"
"Yeah, I think it is too." Called Stress, who was looking at Jack. "C'mon, let's go." So Stress and Jack walked off to go and "sell their papes."
Now that Jack had left, it was safe for all the other newsies to leave. So MB and Race went off to Sheepshead, while Jake and Quirky went to Central Park.
~*~ just PRETEND this happens WHILE the fight is going on~*~
Pulitzer looked out his window. What is that noise? Can't those bloody newsies be any quieter? As he gazed upon the streets, he thought, I need more money. He saw a big pile of hats outside the gates, and mass chaos. It seemed as if somebody had started a hat fight. Jonathan did his little "look-at-me!-I'm-Pulitzer's-pimp" walk over to the window and Pulitzer said, "I need to make more money."
Pulitzer turned his attention back to the fight. He saw 2 new faces, and they were throwing the hats. "Jonny," Pulitzer's favorite nickname for his lover, "you tell me how I can make more money, and I promise you'll enjoy tonight."
Jonathan got a wistful look on his face and gazed at Pulitzer longingly.
Just as they were about to embrace, Seitz walked in, holding a paper. The two love-sick boys broke their gazed and Seitz put the paper down on Pulitzer's desk. "I don't wanna know what's going on between those two … something screwy… " he thought to himself. He walked back to the other side of the room, he wanted to be as far away from those two as he could get.
"Seitz, so glad that you could join us and get here on time." Pulitzer stated. "I have just informed Jonathan that I need to make more money. I want to know what you guys can think up of by tonight." Pulitzer looked at the headline on today's edition. "This headline sucks. Who thought of this!?"
"The headline writer, chief." Seitz didn't think that people could get so dumb.
"Well, what happened to our old one?" Pulitzer demanded.
"After you seduced him in this office, he quit. Remember?" Seitz just wanted to get out of there before the same thing happened to him.
"Okay. Well go and find me a new headline writer." Pulitzer said as Seitz stood up to go. "And don't forget to come here tonight, to tell me how I can make more money!" Seitz ran out of that office. He was NOT looking forward to tonight.
"No need to Finnish yer liddle speech." Oscar interrupted. "Can't ya t'ink o' anything else ta say?" Snipeshooter glared up at Oscar.
"You!" Morris picked up Snipes, "How many times do I gotta tell ya ta stay in da back?" With that, Morris pushed Snipes on the ground.
"Aww, c'mere Snipes." Vesta called, helping Snipes up. "It ain't yer fault that he can't handle us newsies, so he gotta pick on da liddle ones." All the little kids looked up to Vesta, she was like a mother to them, or at least an older sister.
Oscar and Morris and their gang just kinda looked stupid, and Jack couldn't think of anything to say, considering he didn't have any good ideas at the moment it's a popular theme for today … But Quirky finally broke the silence by going up to Morris and saying, "Yeah, dat's right, its called an insult. And so is dis!" She finished by taking Morris's hat right off his round head. "Hehehe. Another hat for my collection! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Morris was chasing her, but then Quirky was distracted by this weird kid with curly red hair who was looking at her funny. But as she slowed down to get a better look, she felt something hit her head and felt herself falling to the ground.
~*~ All in Slow-Mo~*~
"NOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo!!!" came a scream. Quirky couldn't place it, and was excepting to fall on the hard ground. But Jake, also the owner of this "NOoOoOoOoOoOoOo!!!" had slid his hat on the ground, hoping to keep that precious head of hers from hitting the cruel, hard ground. His plan worked, at the last possible milli-second, right before Quirky's head hit the pavement, his hat slid underneath it. Jake rushed over, panting. "Are you okay?" He asked between breaths.
Quirky dreamily looked into his creamy brown eyes, "I think … so … "
"You know I'd do anything for you, dear." Jake meant it with all his heart.
~*~ Un Slow-Mo~*~
"The others!" they both cried, getting up and looking around to see that all hell had just broken loose. Specs jumped on top of Morris, and everybody was in little group fights. Reeny, Snoddy, Fire and Mush were fighting off Fleck, Whisper and Oscar. Race and Blink were trying to keep Bowser away; Tigress and Holiday, with the help of Dutchy, were fighting off Illusion and Notorious. Jack, Stress and Skittery were fighting Mystery and Nightmare. In the "center" of everything, there was a big mob, which everyone was in minus Moneybags and Itey. Moneybags was looking at Itey, who was twisting and "eating" his suspenders in weird and not normal ways. The Moneybags saw Tick going to jump on Race, who was still fighting Bowser. So she picked up a fallen hat, and aimed it at the back of Tick's head. Tick fell down with a thud, and Moneybags turned back to Quirky yelling, "Quirky, where did ya put da hats?"
Quirky, who was somewhere in the middle of the mob, jumped out and pointed to the bag by the gates. "Dey are in back bag!"
"Did ya bring da fling-o-matic?"
"Damn! I knew I forgot something!" Quirky smacked her forehead. "That's okay, we can still take care o' these goons." So MB and Quirky reached in the bag and started pulling out hats and flinging them at Oscar and his gang. Soon, it was clear that the newsies had won this round. Just as Quirky went to go pick up the hats, Jack who had a good idea yelled, "Guys! Our hats! Get 'em!"
"NOOOO!!!" Quirky started to run to where the hats were, but she was held back by Jake, who joined her at side. "It's okay," he was saying soothingly. "It's for the best."
Jack, who was in the mood for climbing things, climbed up on the gate and everybody cheered. for what reason I have no idea, considering Quirky and MB stopped everyone. Well, mostly everyone cheered, Oscar and Morris and their gang didn't cheer, but that's for obvious reasons. But then the annoying redhead kid opened the gate and as Quirky and Jake walked by, the annoying redhead kid gave Quirky the I-wanna-go-have-some-fun-with-you look. Jake just gave the annoying redhead kid an icy cold stare and moved on to get his papes. "So Quirky, do ya wanna sell papes wit me tiday?"
Quirky silently laughed as she eyed him for top to err … bottom. well she stopped halfway … "Fine wit me, as long as the Itey kid don't come wit us."
"Oh him. A coise not!" Jake assured her. "He won't even come near us." Just then Itey walked by, but Jake pretend not to see. Quirky gave Jake a yeah- right look, and walked over to MB, who was in line, getting her papes.
"I'se gonna sell wit Jake, ya find anybody yet?"
"Yeah, ya know dat Italian kid?"
"Yeah … "
"He keeps on smilin and lookin ovah here. So, if I guess right, as soon as he's done, he'll come ovah here an ask me. If not, I'll ask him, an I don't think he'll refuse." MB smirked to herself.
"Well, have fun tiday. Ya know dat there's ALWAYS a story on how some fire terrifies seagulls. T'ousands flee in panic?"
"Yeah, typical story. Ohh! Look who's finally coming ovah here! Bout time … " MB thought "now let the fun begin!"
"So …" Race smiled, and Blink slapped him. Race smacked Blink. Blink slapped Race. Race smacked-
"What did you'se want?"
"I was gonna ask ya if ya wanted ta sell wit me tiday." MB rolled her eyes at the thought of Blink coming with them. "Don't worry, he's not coming wit us." Race pointed to Blink.
"Hey, but you said-" Blink whinned.
"Sure, just da two of us den." MB mouthed "finally" to Quirky.
"Aww, go sell wit Mush." Jake suggested as he came over to join Quirky.
"C'mon, MB, let's go get ya your papes." Race said, pulling MB up in line. Some fat, greasy, dirty-looking, old guy was at the window and asked her a mumbled "how many?" Race informed her that the old guy was Weasel.
MB ignored him and looked at the guy standing next to him. It was Morris from the fight that morning. "Hey I like your hat. The name's Morris, right?" He didn't say anything.
"How many?" Weasel asked again, with growing impatience.
"Umm, 60." With deliberately slow movements just to piss her off which didn't work, Morris and Weasel gave her her papes. So when she got her papes, MB and Race went up to the gate that they had come in. Itey was always there first, and always waited for this one girl to walk by. Then, as soon as she turned the corner, Itey left. It was weird. But until this girl came, nobody felt comfortable and there was silence.
So FINALLY this girl came by the group and as she walked passed, Itey said, "Hey Hun." She looked at him, said "C'mon" and they disappeared behind the corner.
Just then Mush, who was slow getting his papers, walked up to the front of the line. On his way, he still punched everyone and Snoddy tried to get back at him by taking his hat. "YES!!!" Quirky thought. "He's on our side!!!"
"Okay, I'm confused. What is up with that Itey kid? He gives me the creeps." MB shuddered.
"Well, nobody really knows." Jack tried to explain, since he has all the answers. "but everyday, that girl comes by and everyday he leaves with, or right after her. I think she's the Mayor's daughter."
Blink's eye bulged out. "THAT'S the mayor's daughter???"
"Yeah, I think it is too." Called Stress, who was looking at Jack. "C'mon, let's go." So Stress and Jack walked off to go and "sell their papes."
Now that Jack had left, it was safe for all the other newsies to leave. So MB and Race went off to Sheepshead, while Jake and Quirky went to Central Park.
~*~ just PRETEND this happens WHILE the fight is going on~*~
Pulitzer looked out his window. What is that noise? Can't those bloody newsies be any quieter? As he gazed upon the streets, he thought, I need more money. He saw a big pile of hats outside the gates, and mass chaos. It seemed as if somebody had started a hat fight. Jonathan did his little "look-at-me!-I'm-Pulitzer's-pimp" walk over to the window and Pulitzer said, "I need to make more money."
Pulitzer turned his attention back to the fight. He saw 2 new faces, and they were throwing the hats. "Jonny," Pulitzer's favorite nickname for his lover, "you tell me how I can make more money, and I promise you'll enjoy tonight."
Jonathan got a wistful look on his face and gazed at Pulitzer longingly.
Just as they were about to embrace, Seitz walked in, holding a paper. The two love-sick boys broke their gazed and Seitz put the paper down on Pulitzer's desk. "I don't wanna know what's going on between those two … something screwy… " he thought to himself. He walked back to the other side of the room, he wanted to be as far away from those two as he could get.
"Seitz, so glad that you could join us and get here on time." Pulitzer stated. "I have just informed Jonathan that I need to make more money. I want to know what you guys can think up of by tonight." Pulitzer looked at the headline on today's edition. "This headline sucks. Who thought of this!?"
"The headline writer, chief." Seitz didn't think that people could get so dumb.
"Well, what happened to our old one?" Pulitzer demanded.
"After you seduced him in this office, he quit. Remember?" Seitz just wanted to get out of there before the same thing happened to him.
"Okay. Well go and find me a new headline writer." Pulitzer said as Seitz stood up to go. "And don't forget to come here tonight, to tell me how I can make more money!" Seitz ran out of that office. He was NOT looking forward to tonight.
