A/N: Lalalala! Donuts! *Giggles*
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nothing I tell you!
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"All rise! Court is in session!" The Bailiff called.
The newsies sat in the side booth thing, waiting for Kat to arrive.
The front door swung open revealing. Kat!
Suddenly, Spot jumped on the Judge's pedestal and started singing, "We Are Family" and doing the Macarena.
Pretty soon, everybody joined in! Why they were doing the Macarena and singing "We Are Family" they didn't know (neither does the author) but we can assume it had something to do with Kat's beautiful presence.
Denton got out his pencil, which was actually a harmonica in disguise, left over from his spy-musician days and played along.
The Judge started break dancing with the bailiff, while Kat did a funky dance. A disco ball emerged from a panel in the ceiling.
The music stopped and everyone sat down, stoney faced.
"Hey yer honor, I object!" Spot said out of the blue.
"On what grounds?" The Judge replied, lowering his glasses to his nose.
"On the grounds of Middle Earth." An English accent replied.
Everyone looked at Jack, who shrugged, "Pip pip, Old chaps! Wasn't me!"
Suddenly a hobbit and a strangely attractive elf appeared. They brandished their swords.
"Hey. that's my line! Get outta here!" Spot got out his slingshot and aimed at the hobbit and elf's groins.
"EEK!" Replied the elf, running out the door followed closely by the hobbit. Screams from outside drifted into the courtroom.
Kat cleared her throat loudly.
"Oh yeah, Kat I order you a year in the. the. my. your gorgeous! Will you marry me? YES! MARRY MEEEE!!!!" Judge E.A. Monahan exclaimed, chasing Kat around the room.
Spot bravely stepped in front of the Judge, "I'm afraid I can't let you do that! For you see, Kat is destined to marry me, because that way we can share clothes! Duh."
The Judge scratched his head thoughtfully, "Hmmm. your right. She's too young for me anyway." He climbed over his pedestal and sat upside down in his seat.
Kat adjusted the strap on her Old Navy tank top and sat down daintily, smiling (That's right folks!) her angelic smile.
A ghost popped up from the floorboards and said, "Where are the cupcakes?" But nobody cared
"Eh. well, then. just don't do it again." Monahan concluded, hanging from his feet on the ceiling fan, swinging around.
Everyone's head's swiveled toward Denton who was still playing his pencil-harmonica.
"Pzzz pzz pzz pz pzz pzzzzzzzz!" Denton's pencil-harmonica sang, he turned to the newsies, "That's harmonica talk for 'We have to meet at the restaurant.'" He said proudly.
There was an awkward silence, before the newsies and Kat swiftly exited towards Tibby's.
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The waiter placed a plate of chicken wings piled as high as Jack (Wearing his hat, that is) in front of Denton and danced off into the kitchen.
Denton sniffed the air and delicately picked up a chicken wing, his pinky curled like he was drinking tea. He grabbed a piece of duct tape from the air and taped the wing under his nose so he could forever savor the delectable scent.
He inhaled deeply, and fell backwards in his chair. The smell was over- whelming.
"Sooo. what are we supposed to do now, again?" David said, trying to take a chicken wing. Denton threw a chair at him and scowled, hugging his plate.
"Well, we were supposed to discuss how to get Kat out of the refuge and Denton was going to bail on us, then Les was going to wrap his hot dog in the article Denton gave to David, which he rudely crumpled up, and Sarah was going to find the hot dog and stupidly ask Les what it was. And then we all sing and dance and stuff, then Kat and Denton and Jack make a newsie's banner newspaper, which was going to be distributed among us newsies, and then we go against Pulitzer, then more singing and dancing. Kat then saves the day, and she and Jack have a long romantic kiss where Jack tries to shove his tongue down her throat and then we all run out a gate and do this dance, then some random newsie is frozen on the screen in an uncomfortable dance move, most likely using a tranquilizer, and then credits roll on the screen." Specs explained, flipping rapidly through 'Newsies for Dummies'.
He snapped the book shut and threw it over his shoulder.
" .What was the second thing again?" David asked. Specs blinked and decided to ignore the question.
"But you see, Kat defies the entire plot, therefore, none of these things can happen." Dutchy added to Specs speech.
"So, now what?" David asked again, oogling Kat.
"WE EAT CHICKEN WINGS!!!" Denton screamed, foaming at the mouth, chicken juices dripping down his cheeks.
He took out his pencil-harmonica and shoved it down David's pants, then ran around with his camera, blinding the newsies with the flash.
The only one who wasn't affected by Denton's camera flash was Kid Blink (For obvious reasons), and Kat.
Kat tried to stop Denton but was whacked on the head with a pancake. She gracefully and daintily fell to the floor.
This upset Blink. He turned to Denton, "You shall pay!" His eye patch began to glow and a laser beam shot out of it, hitting Denton in the forehead.
Denton whipped out another chicken wing. The wing expanded into a tasty light saber. "Blink! I am your newspaper reporter!" (Cliché, cliché!) He yelled.
"Um... yeah I know you are." Blink blinked (ahahaha).
"Oh. Ok then." Denton replied, momentarily stunned.
The two battled it out, resulting in Kat reviving herself and using her num chucks once more to defeat Denton and his evil Chicken Wingness.
Everyone cheered for the 10 000th time this story and skipped off to the Lodging House.
----- From the demented desk of Derby: Don't ask what the heck that was! This chapter makes no sense but I love Bob, yes I do. Yes I do.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nothing I tell you!
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"All rise! Court is in session!" The Bailiff called.
The newsies sat in the side booth thing, waiting for Kat to arrive.
The front door swung open revealing. Kat!
Suddenly, Spot jumped on the Judge's pedestal and started singing, "We Are Family" and doing the Macarena.
Pretty soon, everybody joined in! Why they were doing the Macarena and singing "We Are Family" they didn't know (neither does the author) but we can assume it had something to do with Kat's beautiful presence.
Denton got out his pencil, which was actually a harmonica in disguise, left over from his spy-musician days and played along.
The Judge started break dancing with the bailiff, while Kat did a funky dance. A disco ball emerged from a panel in the ceiling.
The music stopped and everyone sat down, stoney faced.
"Hey yer honor, I object!" Spot said out of the blue.
"On what grounds?" The Judge replied, lowering his glasses to his nose.
"On the grounds of Middle Earth." An English accent replied.
Everyone looked at Jack, who shrugged, "Pip pip, Old chaps! Wasn't me!"
Suddenly a hobbit and a strangely attractive elf appeared. They brandished their swords.
"Hey. that's my line! Get outta here!" Spot got out his slingshot and aimed at the hobbit and elf's groins.
"EEK!" Replied the elf, running out the door followed closely by the hobbit. Screams from outside drifted into the courtroom.
Kat cleared her throat loudly.
"Oh yeah, Kat I order you a year in the. the. my. your gorgeous! Will you marry me? YES! MARRY MEEEE!!!!" Judge E.A. Monahan exclaimed, chasing Kat around the room.
Spot bravely stepped in front of the Judge, "I'm afraid I can't let you do that! For you see, Kat is destined to marry me, because that way we can share clothes! Duh."
The Judge scratched his head thoughtfully, "Hmmm. your right. She's too young for me anyway." He climbed over his pedestal and sat upside down in his seat.
Kat adjusted the strap on her Old Navy tank top and sat down daintily, smiling (That's right folks!) her angelic smile.
A ghost popped up from the floorboards and said, "Where are the cupcakes?" But nobody cared
"Eh. well, then. just don't do it again." Monahan concluded, hanging from his feet on the ceiling fan, swinging around.
Everyone's head's swiveled toward Denton who was still playing his pencil-harmonica.
"Pzzz pzz pzz pz pzz pzzzzzzzz!" Denton's pencil-harmonica sang, he turned to the newsies, "That's harmonica talk for 'We have to meet at the restaurant.'" He said proudly.
There was an awkward silence, before the newsies and Kat swiftly exited towards Tibby's.
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The waiter placed a plate of chicken wings piled as high as Jack (Wearing his hat, that is) in front of Denton and danced off into the kitchen.
Denton sniffed the air and delicately picked up a chicken wing, his pinky curled like he was drinking tea. He grabbed a piece of duct tape from the air and taped the wing under his nose so he could forever savor the delectable scent.
He inhaled deeply, and fell backwards in his chair. The smell was over- whelming.
"Sooo. what are we supposed to do now, again?" David said, trying to take a chicken wing. Denton threw a chair at him and scowled, hugging his plate.
"Well, we were supposed to discuss how to get Kat out of the refuge and Denton was going to bail on us, then Les was going to wrap his hot dog in the article Denton gave to David, which he rudely crumpled up, and Sarah was going to find the hot dog and stupidly ask Les what it was. And then we all sing and dance and stuff, then Kat and Denton and Jack make a newsie's banner newspaper, which was going to be distributed among us newsies, and then we go against Pulitzer, then more singing and dancing. Kat then saves the day, and she and Jack have a long romantic kiss where Jack tries to shove his tongue down her throat and then we all run out a gate and do this dance, then some random newsie is frozen on the screen in an uncomfortable dance move, most likely using a tranquilizer, and then credits roll on the screen." Specs explained, flipping rapidly through 'Newsies for Dummies'.
He snapped the book shut and threw it over his shoulder.
" .What was the second thing again?" David asked. Specs blinked and decided to ignore the question.
"But you see, Kat defies the entire plot, therefore, none of these things can happen." Dutchy added to Specs speech.
"So, now what?" David asked again, oogling Kat.
"WE EAT CHICKEN WINGS!!!" Denton screamed, foaming at the mouth, chicken juices dripping down his cheeks.
He took out his pencil-harmonica and shoved it down David's pants, then ran around with his camera, blinding the newsies with the flash.
The only one who wasn't affected by Denton's camera flash was Kid Blink (For obvious reasons), and Kat.
Kat tried to stop Denton but was whacked on the head with a pancake. She gracefully and daintily fell to the floor.
This upset Blink. He turned to Denton, "You shall pay!" His eye patch began to glow and a laser beam shot out of it, hitting Denton in the forehead.
Denton whipped out another chicken wing. The wing expanded into a tasty light saber. "Blink! I am your newspaper reporter!" (Cliché, cliché!) He yelled.
"Um... yeah I know you are." Blink blinked (ahahaha).
"Oh. Ok then." Denton replied, momentarily stunned.
The two battled it out, resulting in Kat reviving herself and using her num chucks once more to defeat Denton and his evil Chicken Wingness.
Everyone cheered for the 10 000th time this story and skipped off to the Lodging House.
----- From the demented desk of Derby: Don't ask what the heck that was! This chapter makes no sense but I love Bob, yes I do. Yes I do.