"Bye" said Moneybags and Quirky at each other with mischievous glints in their eyes. Or maybe it was Seitz's bald spot refracting from Pulitzers office but whatever it was the girls were gonna have *fun* today.

Jake and Quirky skipped merrily off to Central Park. As they skipped they sang and had hats thrown at them. Quirky reached into her bag to get ones to throw back when she realized they were all gone. "Jakeeee" she whined "you let the newsies get back there hats"

"not ALL there hats" Jake replied as he pulled out Swifty's, Snitch's and Pie Eaters hats. "Snoddy helped me collect em." They didn't have goils to help them get there hats so had not succeeded in getting them.

"YES, yous good to have around" they proceeded to whip hats at the aforementioned hat whippers and succeeded in ending yet another fight and without the help of the fling-o-matic (patent pending) which Quirky had forgotten. She made a mental note to pick it up at the "super secret hiding place that no one will ever find" as her and MB had dubbed it, or the third sink from the right down the drain in the washroom. Of course you wonder how did the fling-o-matic (patent pending) fit through the drain. Well see Moneybags walking stick was no "ordinary" walking stick, it was actually a wand. Moneybags was a drop out of J-Towns school of witchcraft and wizardry but she had been suspected of allowing devil ants in so she was expelled. So with just a flick of her wand rather her "walking stick" MB was able to shrink the Fling-O-Matic (patent pending) enough so it fit down the drain.

Finally Jake and Quirky found a selling spot and started hawking the headlines. "Extry, Extry Mayer and Juvenile Center Warden Snyder found in bed together, scandal revealed!" While they sold Jake kept noticing Itey standing under a group of trees pretending not to be noticeable. He must have figured if he can't see them they can't see him. Itey was never really "good" at the whole spy thing. While Quirky was occupied falling in front of a sap to sell her last couple papes, Jake walk up to Itey. Itey was enjoying a light lunch of suspenders and didn't notice Jake walk up. "Heya" Jake said. Itey jumped

"Morris? Dat you?" he said looking around confused as usual. "Uh no its Jake and why would ya dink I was a Delancey" Jake inquired while flexing his calves in a nearby mirror for shoe shining.

"Uh ya know didn't wanna get pounded" Itey quickly said trying to cover for his mistake.

"Right well ya know we's can see you so ya dink ya could move, yas freakin Quirky out."

Actually the reason Itey was there was to spy on Quirky. "Whatya see in dat goil Jake, She's weird. It's not right to be dat chipper, and whats with her and Bob?" Itey was trying to get Jake onto his side but Quirky was a bad deterrent. Jake looked over to see Bob the red headed kid that worked at the DC helping Quirky up and Quirky making a show of it.



"Oh Bob your so kind to help me and ise loveeeee your red hair" she giggled laying on her southern charm and running her hands through his red hair. She had lived in Virginia for a few years and always thought herself a southern belle.

"Youse aint bad yeself der girly" They eyed each other up and down until Jake walked up "Ahem".

"Oh Jake DER you are" said Quirky. "Bob was just helping me find youse"

"Yeah, get da led outtya pants" shouted Bob.

"Um Bob what are ya talking about?" asked Quirky.

Bob shrugged "I dunno but aint I sexy when I say it?"

"Yeah youse is" said Quirky forgetting about Jake she had a short attention span. Jake grabbed Quirky and kissed her passionately. Quirky quickly forgot about Bob, giggled and walked to Tibby's with Jake. Bob glared at the two thinking "Dat aint da only ding I wanna get outtya pants girly". He sighed and turned around. He walked back to the DC to order around men half his age.

While Itey had been waiting for Morris, the mayor's daughter had told Itey to meet her in Central Park later. Morris walked into the park with Fleck, Damien, and Tunes. Morris and Damien were bragging about beating up some random newsie. "Yeah he was sellin his papes and we dragged him into an alley and started beatin on em" exclaimed Damien.

"He had no idea it was comin," said Morris. Fleck, Morris's girl was new and a little confused.

"But why, I mean shoah he's a newsie and all but your job is ta keep dem in order when dey DOES something not fer just sellin der papes." Morris and Damien both stared at Fleck with the usual dumb/evil look in there eyes.

"Uh because we do what else would we do?" said Damien "We just beat dem up. Now Tunes why don't ya take Fleck and explain ta her how tings work. ((Authors Note: This is my attempt to make fun of fics that have the Delanceys constantly beating up the Newsies for no reason and constantly dragging them into alleys. Please don't take offense))

Tunes lead Fleck away explaining "Dey just beat dem up a'aight but to make things up ya should ask Morris to count ta twenty" she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Why?" asked Fleck. "oh cuz he loves ta…."



The mayor's daughter, Morris and Damien walked up to Itey in his not so good hiding spot. Itey was playing a rousing game of snap the suspenders with himself and saw them walking over.

"So got any news?" asked Damien.

"Yeah heah dat'll be a penny," said Itey handing him a pape.

"You idiot" said Morris pushing the papes out of Itey's hands with his infamous *push the papes outta peoples hands move*. Itey looked confused "But he said he wanted the news."

"Yeah news as in information on the news- IES" explained the mayors daughter lovingly.

"Ohhhhh I knew dat.." Silence and suspender munching. A few minutest later,

"So?!?" shouted Morris. "Um yeah wells Blink was talking bout ya agin" he told the Mayor's Daughter trying to act tough, "and ders dese two new goils, ya know da ones dat kicked your ass..I mean had a few lucky throws dis morning. Dey, uh dey looks tricky" Itey finished.

Morris was thinking about what he just heard "OW" "What's wrong" cried Fleck running over. "oh nuttin" muttered Morris. He didn't want to admit thinking made his arm hurt for some reason, he couldn't explain it. ((AN: HAHA you thought it was gonna be his head)) "ok" said Fleck running her hands down his legs "As long as yours say your fine" "y, y, yeah" stammered Morris "well wese uh gotta go" he said grabbing Fleck and dragged her into the ever present alley.

Tunes walked over to Damien trying to look upset. "What's wrong?!?" asked Damien. He didn't want no one messin wit HIS goil.

"*sniff* dat boy ova der" she said pointing to Kid Blink "'e tried to grab me *sniff*".

"Dat BASTARD e'll pay" an outraged Damien yelled. He grabbed his hat, checked the runner at third, threw a few practice pitches, checked the runner again, wound up and fired. Or at least he tried to fire.

The Mayor's Daughter had grabbed the hat "I have a better idea" she said sauntering up to Blink "I'm gonna have some fun…" Tunes giggled "Well DIS should be entertaining. That shmuck is gonna get a surprise and didn't even do nuttin."

Damien looked confused "what?"

"Oh well he exactly didn't really do anything ta me" said Tunes. Damien replaced his puzzled look with one of pride. "Dats me goil" he said triumphantly.

Itey who had been standing around forgetting to interact as usual suddenly remembered too. "Well dey's gonna be waiting fer me at Tibby's I gotta go. Bye"

Tunes and Damien who had forgotten he was there stared at him. "He's weird.." said Tunes.

"yeah I know… wanna go have some *fun* ?" asked Damien.

"Shoa why not said Tunes, nuttin else ta do" and they walked to Damien's apartment…

Moneybags and Racetrack after leaving the DC hitched a ride to Sheepshed races. "So Race whets wit dis hot tip ya told Weasel bout?" asked MoneyBags.

"Well actually der aint no tip, I'se just don't like payin fer papes" shrugged Race always the cheap one.

"But don't Weasel ever charge ya?"

"Eh All I'se gotta do is smile at em nice and all and he forgets bout it if ya folla me drift." MoneyBags couldn't help but look disgusted "Just as long as he aint REALLY like dat" she thought to herself and shuddered. She grimaced noticing a bulge in Races pants. "Hey Race is that a harmonica in your pants or are ya just happy to be wit me?"

Race smirked and reached into his pants "oh god" thought MB. He then pulled out a harmonica. "It could be sometin else later dough," said Race.

"Hmmmm interesting gonna have ta self fast dent aint we…." Said MB looking happy. "Well lets get woikin."

They sold there papes rather quickly. All Race had ta do was smile his boyish grin at all the jockeys and they bought his papes and all MoneyBags had to do was, well really the same. When they were done they couldn't resist making a bet on a horse because they were both compulsive gamblers. "COME ON SLOW STUFF" yelled Race at the track. He couldn't understand why his horse was last.

"Um Race why'd ja bet on a horse named Slow Stuff, on second dought why is a racing horse NAMED slow stuff?" asked MoneyBags.

"Hey names can be deceiving"

"You blockhead its looks, LOOKS can be deceiving not NAMES"

"OH" said Race as Slow Stuff came in last place "Dats ….. not …. Good…"

"Awwww come on ya big …. Little lug I'll buy ya lunch. My horse won. Thank you flyer" MoneyBags smiled mischievously and tucked her *walking stick* under her arm. The now couple hitched a ride back to Manhattan to meet the Newsies at Tibby's.

When they were trying to hitch ride things got difficult. They were in the back of a wagon when the wagons owner found them. MoneyBags looked at Race, Race looked at MoneyBags. They both knew what they had to do. "Here you have the best aim" said Race shoving his hat into Mb's hand quickly. MB grabbed her hat and used her double action hat flinger to launch both of them at the wagon owner simultaneously. POW POW. The owner fell with a cry. "NOT ….. BY ….. HATS….." and he took his last breath.

"Well looks like wese got a wagon now" said Race "good job" They both sat on the front seat and drove the rest of the way into Manhattan. The pulled up in front of Tibby's handed the reigns to the valet and walked inside Ready to have some lunch.

~*~At Tibby's recap on everybody ~*~

Blink was still peeved at Race for smiling. As him and MoneyBags entered he smiled more then usual and laughed at Specs who had just gotten his glasses stolen Snipeshotter. Mush now only had Jake, Snoddy, Dutchy, Vesta, and Aki left to tell about how Jack slept. Jack was trying to think of good ideas. Snoddy… well Snoddy was no where to be seen and Reeny was off looking for him. Snitchberries was nursing Bumlets because he had just fallen off the fan trying to swing on it. Tigres and Dutchy were practicing dance moves for there show "Whip it Good" at Meddas.

"NO Dutchy like THIS, you have to arch your back when you do it" she explained getting flustered.

Finally Holiday was listening to Skittery complain. "All I wanted was to sit in DAT seat but NOOOO , poifect liddle Crutchy had ta sit der because of his leg, dat he's prolly faking"

"I know but sometimes you just have to sit somewhere else" Holiday consoled. "I know Hol but it aint fair"

"I know…" All in all none of the guy newsies were in the best of spirits and there goils were getting pretty pissed at them too.

"Vesta, Aki, just da goils ise been wantin ta see" exclaimed Mush when he spotted them talking in da corner. Vesta and Aki pretended not to hear him and continued there conversation. "So I don't know what ta do, Specs wants me to …. Ya know" said Aki.

"No I don't know hun your gonna have ta say it some time" Vesta said paitently.

"Ok he wants me ta" she leaned in and whispered "well his favorite color is poirple and I don't like it but he wants me ta wear a poirple shirt instead a me blue one"

"Is dat IT? Goil you need ta work on your priorities" Aki getting very pissed stomped away running right into Mush "GREAT! Just dandy" she yelled as Mush turned and saw her. Aki had, had all she could handle. She reached on the table and grabbed Dutchy's sausage and threw it at Mush. "Hey" yelled Mush and grabbed Tigres's chicken throwing it at Aki. Tigres and Dutchy now foodless grabbed Boot's and Snipe's food and threw it at Aki and Mush but missed. It flew past them and landed on Firecracker "Hey WHAT DA HELL???" she yelled picking up Snitchberries plate and whipping it at Tigres.

"FOOD FIGHT" yelled Jack. It was another one of his *good ideas*. Stress giggled and dumped her bowl of soup on Jacks head. "Yep" she squealed "and now you're in it!" Jack was going to chase after her when he stopped to admire how well the soup acted as a gel for his hair and missed his chance. "Oh well" he said, dumped his nearly empty plate on Kid Blink and walked to the corner to stay out of the fight and admire his hair.

Suddenly food was everywhere. It was on everyone and everything. Quirky had applesauce in her hair and MB had spaghetti down her shirt when they found each other in the middle of Tibby's. "Well I had an interesting day you?" asked Mb.

"Yeah, I can't wait till tomorra" said Quirky and they both jumped into the fight again.