A/N: I'm slightly (Notice: Slightly) saner today, but only because I start
school on Tuesday and it's so very depressing. Thank you reviewers! You
make my life a happy shiny rainbow!
Disclaimer: Nah.
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"We get Kat out of the refuge tonight!" David exclaimed, raising his fist in the air.
"Uh. I'm not in the refuge, davykins." Kat said sweetly, blinking rapidly.
"Yes you are! And we're getting you out tonight!" David replied viciously. He tied his trusty Batman cape around his neck and strapped his cardboard jetpack to his back, "Up up and away!" He jumped out of Tibby's window, landing in a barrel and rolled down the street to his house.
Meanwhile.
Sarah sifted through her drawer of lace and wigs, searching very obviously for food. (As the only thing they eat in the Jacob's household is cake. Just cake.)
She grinned widely and pulled out the hot dog, "GEE LES! WHAT'S THIS?!?!?!?!?!??!!??!?!?!?!?!" She yelled, pumping the not-yet-invented hot dog up and down in the air.
Les looked up from his copy of "War and Peace" and replied, "I do believe it's a hottus doggus. Also known to you commoners as hot dogs."
David came crashing through the window with some bloomers and Spongebob Squarepants boxers on his head. He peeled his rubber cat woman mask off his face, and stared at the hot dog Sarah was still waving around.
Suddenly, Kat appeared in the room and grabbed the hot dog, she tore the article that Sarah hadn't noticed, and read it aloud.
David got upset that no one was listening to him and went onto the fire escape, slamming the window behind him.
Back at Tibby's..
No one seemed to notice that the story couldn't go on because Kat never actually went to the refuge, and such. But that didn't stop the hyperactive author! No siree bob!
Dutchy picked up a piece of bacon and stuffed it in Pulitzer's ear, just because he could. Pulitzer poked in his ear with a fork, yelling at whoever seemed to be talking to him (A.k.a The voices *Nods knowingly*), "SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!! AAHHHH!! I forgot my deodorant! No, I will not dance with the carrots! Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!"
Nobody paid attention to him, as they were busy watching Blink fry stuff with his laser-patch.
"It slices! It dices! It even minces! That's right folks; with this handy dandy eye patch you can fry, cook, steam, roast and burn things! And it's only $12.95! And if you call now I'll even throw in this amazing crutch I found!" Blink explained, jumping around as usual.
Crutchy was lying on the ground outside Tibby's waiting for Blink to return his crutch, little did he know Blink was selling it to the newsies.
"I HAVE A KIWI NAMED FRED!" Pulitzer shouted, dancing around on a table.
Kat burst into Tibby's, realizing that the plot COULD go on, as the price hadn't been lowered yet.
She reached into her magic pockets and pulled out a spork, she wielded the oh-so-dangerous spork, moving towards Pulitzer.
Pulitzer grabbed the basket of fruit on the counter and hid under it.
For the plot's sake, Kat decided to take pity on Pulitzer and leave him cowering, that way the story go on longer because the author will have a twitchy spasm if this story stops before ten chapters.
Pulitzer grabbed his fruit basket and ran out of Tibby's, crying and juggling kiwis.
"You understand me, don't you Fred?" He lovingly stroked a kiwi, smiling down at it. The kiwi remained blank, scared to reply.
Pulitzer threw Fred at Jack who was running by. "I don't need you! I don't need anybody! HAHAHAH take that!" He shouted at squished Fred.
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Jack ran into Tibby's wearing a new black silk Gucci suit and shoes complete with white spats.
Everyone stared at him.
"You yuppy!" Race shouted, suddenly appearing in overalls and a straw hat, with a few missing teeth and a hillbilly accent.
Jake looked down sheepishly at his own overalls and slipped into the bathroom.
"I'll buy your eye patch, Blink!" Boots shouted, thinking he might look cooler with it. No one seemed to notice how sporadic the conversation was.
Blink removed his eye patch. Everyone gasped!!!
His eye was. was. was. was. was. was. was... "WASSSUPPP!" Denton shouted, coming into the picture. Everyone ignored him, that was sooo 1898.
Was. was. was. Kat got ready to throw a plate, but Sarah grabbed it first and exclaimed, "I'VE GOT THE PLATES!" and chucked it towards the author.
Uhh. Oh right, the story.
Blink's eye was. Normal!
The newsies ran around in circles, screaming. They had expected his eye to be pink, or missing or an acorn, but not normal! They didn't know what to do when something was normal.
Eventually, they settled down and turned back to Jack. They eyed his clothes with suspicion.
"Did you buy that on sale?!" Spot asked, flying down from the ceiling fan, his parachute expanded, covering the entire restaurant.
Bumlets punched Spot because he was starting to get annoyed with everyone stealing his fan trick.
Weasel popped his head in the door; "Actually, he got it at Wal - Mart! Great deal!" and disappeared.
"Actually, I got it on Ebay, I made enough money from all the stuff I stole from the Jacob's that I can now afford a mansion big enough to rival Kat's!" Jack replied, dusting an imaginary piece of lint off his shoulder.
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Mr. and Mrs.Jacobs waited silently in the donkey cart in Micronesia, Jack had sold on Ebay, landing them here.
"Do you think they have cake here?" Mrs.Jacobs whispered. ----
Kat gasped, Jack? Rival? Her? Mansion? She whacked him with an omelette and stomped out the door, deciding she didn't want to help the newsies if Jack was going to try and out do her.
The newsies followed her as usual, except for Denton and David who were giggling over something.
Spot found a fondue stick and poked them with it, then left.
Pulitzer boinged into Tibby's and pulled the light cord, putting his finger to his lips.
"Shhh!"
He locked the door and ran back to his office, giggling.
Denton and David looked at the door and blinked.
"Oh hurrah! Now I can have chicken wings all night!" Denton yelled, going into the chicken to find some kitchen.
David sighed and sadly left through the window, his heart broken that Denton chose chicken wings over him.
---- From the demented Desk of Derby: Forget my note earlier, I'm not sane. I'm listening to opera and doing an Irish dance while eating marshmallows! *Passes out*
Evil Chicken Wing: Mwah ha ha! Now I can take over the story!
Derby: *Whacks wing with a fly swatter and snores*
ECW: Ow.
Disclaimer: Nah.
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"We get Kat out of the refuge tonight!" David exclaimed, raising his fist in the air.
"Uh. I'm not in the refuge, davykins." Kat said sweetly, blinking rapidly.
"Yes you are! And we're getting you out tonight!" David replied viciously. He tied his trusty Batman cape around his neck and strapped his cardboard jetpack to his back, "Up up and away!" He jumped out of Tibby's window, landing in a barrel and rolled down the street to his house.
Meanwhile.
Sarah sifted through her drawer of lace and wigs, searching very obviously for food. (As the only thing they eat in the Jacob's household is cake. Just cake.)
She grinned widely and pulled out the hot dog, "GEE LES! WHAT'S THIS?!?!?!?!?!??!!??!?!?!?!?!" She yelled, pumping the not-yet-invented hot dog up and down in the air.
Les looked up from his copy of "War and Peace" and replied, "I do believe it's a hottus doggus. Also known to you commoners as hot dogs."
David came crashing through the window with some bloomers and Spongebob Squarepants boxers on his head. He peeled his rubber cat woman mask off his face, and stared at the hot dog Sarah was still waving around.
Suddenly, Kat appeared in the room and grabbed the hot dog, she tore the article that Sarah hadn't noticed, and read it aloud.
David got upset that no one was listening to him and went onto the fire escape, slamming the window behind him.
Back at Tibby's..
No one seemed to notice that the story couldn't go on because Kat never actually went to the refuge, and such. But that didn't stop the hyperactive author! No siree bob!
Dutchy picked up a piece of bacon and stuffed it in Pulitzer's ear, just because he could. Pulitzer poked in his ear with a fork, yelling at whoever seemed to be talking to him (A.k.a The voices *Nods knowingly*), "SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!! AAHHHH!! I forgot my deodorant! No, I will not dance with the carrots! Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!"
Nobody paid attention to him, as they were busy watching Blink fry stuff with his laser-patch.
"It slices! It dices! It even minces! That's right folks; with this handy dandy eye patch you can fry, cook, steam, roast and burn things! And it's only $12.95! And if you call now I'll even throw in this amazing crutch I found!" Blink explained, jumping around as usual.
Crutchy was lying on the ground outside Tibby's waiting for Blink to return his crutch, little did he know Blink was selling it to the newsies.
"I HAVE A KIWI NAMED FRED!" Pulitzer shouted, dancing around on a table.
Kat burst into Tibby's, realizing that the plot COULD go on, as the price hadn't been lowered yet.
She reached into her magic pockets and pulled out a spork, she wielded the oh-so-dangerous spork, moving towards Pulitzer.
Pulitzer grabbed the basket of fruit on the counter and hid under it.
For the plot's sake, Kat decided to take pity on Pulitzer and leave him cowering, that way the story go on longer because the author will have a twitchy spasm if this story stops before ten chapters.
Pulitzer grabbed his fruit basket and ran out of Tibby's, crying and juggling kiwis.
"You understand me, don't you Fred?" He lovingly stroked a kiwi, smiling down at it. The kiwi remained blank, scared to reply.
Pulitzer threw Fred at Jack who was running by. "I don't need you! I don't need anybody! HAHAHAH take that!" He shouted at squished Fred.
---
Jack ran into Tibby's wearing a new black silk Gucci suit and shoes complete with white spats.
Everyone stared at him.
"You yuppy!" Race shouted, suddenly appearing in overalls and a straw hat, with a few missing teeth and a hillbilly accent.
Jake looked down sheepishly at his own overalls and slipped into the bathroom.
"I'll buy your eye patch, Blink!" Boots shouted, thinking he might look cooler with it. No one seemed to notice how sporadic the conversation was.
Blink removed his eye patch. Everyone gasped!!!
His eye was. was. was. was. was. was. was... "WASSSUPPP!" Denton shouted, coming into the picture. Everyone ignored him, that was sooo 1898.
Was. was. was. Kat got ready to throw a plate, but Sarah grabbed it first and exclaimed, "I'VE GOT THE PLATES!" and chucked it towards the author.
Uhh. Oh right, the story.
Blink's eye was. Normal!
The newsies ran around in circles, screaming. They had expected his eye to be pink, or missing or an acorn, but not normal! They didn't know what to do when something was normal.
Eventually, they settled down and turned back to Jack. They eyed his clothes with suspicion.
"Did you buy that on sale?!" Spot asked, flying down from the ceiling fan, his parachute expanded, covering the entire restaurant.
Bumlets punched Spot because he was starting to get annoyed with everyone stealing his fan trick.
Weasel popped his head in the door; "Actually, he got it at Wal - Mart! Great deal!" and disappeared.
"Actually, I got it on Ebay, I made enough money from all the stuff I stole from the Jacob's that I can now afford a mansion big enough to rival Kat's!" Jack replied, dusting an imaginary piece of lint off his shoulder.
----
Mr. and Mrs.Jacobs waited silently in the donkey cart in Micronesia, Jack had sold on Ebay, landing them here.
"Do you think they have cake here?" Mrs.Jacobs whispered. ----
Kat gasped, Jack? Rival? Her? Mansion? She whacked him with an omelette and stomped out the door, deciding she didn't want to help the newsies if Jack was going to try and out do her.
The newsies followed her as usual, except for Denton and David who were giggling over something.
Spot found a fondue stick and poked them with it, then left.
Pulitzer boinged into Tibby's and pulled the light cord, putting his finger to his lips.
"Shhh!"
He locked the door and ran back to his office, giggling.
Denton and David looked at the door and blinked.
"Oh hurrah! Now I can have chicken wings all night!" Denton yelled, going into the chicken to find some kitchen.
David sighed and sadly left through the window, his heart broken that Denton chose chicken wings over him.
---- From the demented Desk of Derby: Forget my note earlier, I'm not sane. I'm listening to opera and doing an Irish dance while eating marshmallows! *Passes out*
Evil Chicken Wing: Mwah ha ha! Now I can take over the story!
Derby: *Whacks wing with a fly swatter and snores*
ECW: Ow.