DISCLAIMER..no I haven't bought the Newsies or Wallace and Grommit.. YET
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Grommit looked around him at the streets of New York. They were so big and he was so small. He walked up and down them, looking in all the cheese shops. "Oh what I would give to sit back with a fresh slice of cheese and a newspaper!" he thought. But he knew he must work on saving Wallace. As he was walking around, daydreaming of all the different cheeses, hundreds of boys with wool caps suddenly came charging at him. His first thought was, "WOW ZOWY! THEY ARE VERY HANDSOME!" and then he noticed that they were selling newspapers! It was too tempting. He looked up at them, barked, and furrowed his eyebrows, thinking, "PLEEASSE give me a newspaper..."
"Hey, look at dis!" shouted Mush, beckoning for his friends to come and see the little dog that looked as though he were made of clay.
"Watcha doin heah boy?" asked Jack. Grommit wagged his tail.
Suddenly, a short boy pushed his way through. He was holding a cane tipped in gold. He gestured for everyone to back out, cleared his throat, and closed his eyes. Gently, he tapped the cane on Grommit's shoulders and then his nose.
Grommit started spazing out as the Newsies sung and danced in circles around him. "What are these kids, like witch-boys?" he thought. Everyone laughed and he realized that he had spoken out loud. He stopped spazing out and was a bit embarrassed, but more astonished, "Amazing!" he said, "I've always wanted to be able to speak!"
"So why ya heah boy?" asked Jack.
"Ahem," Grommit cleared his throat, "I am NOT a boy. I am a DOG named Grommit and I would like a fresh slice of" Grommit stopped. He had been so caught up with all these witch-boys that he had completely forgotten about his friend Wallace. He sighed and thought about how nice his life could be if he just stayed with the witch-boys, but he knew he couldn't. Besides, Wallace was his BEST friend! What was he thinking? "They must have put a spell on me or something" he muttered.
"Well," said racetrack, "what's it gunna be? Wuddah ya want?"
"I want you to help me find my friend." He said drearily.
"You shore?" said boots. Grommit nodded and Boots did his little "licking lips, smiling, shrugging, and raising eyebrows all at the same time" face. Grommit tried to do it but he couldn't quite manage.
"SO." said Mush, a little weirded out, "who's this guy anyway? And whered ya last see him?"
"He is an old man, 47. He was born in London and we've lived close to the city all my life. He likes to invent things and eat cheese and read newspapers and take pictures and this one time we built a rocket and ."
"OK!" shouted Spot, "an old man. So whered ya lose em?"
"A bird picked him up and carried him away." Grommit said seriously. All the newsies snickered and elbowed each other. All except Jack.
"Wait a second, boys, listen to em." Jack scolded.
"I think it was a blue bird, a very large blue bird." said Grommit. There was silence. How could they have been so stupid?
"Yah," said Spot softly, "we knows who ya talkin bout."
Now REVIEW !
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Grommit looked around him at the streets of New York. They were so big and he was so small. He walked up and down them, looking in all the cheese shops. "Oh what I would give to sit back with a fresh slice of cheese and a newspaper!" he thought. But he knew he must work on saving Wallace. As he was walking around, daydreaming of all the different cheeses, hundreds of boys with wool caps suddenly came charging at him. His first thought was, "WOW ZOWY! THEY ARE VERY HANDSOME!" and then he noticed that they were selling newspapers! It was too tempting. He looked up at them, barked, and furrowed his eyebrows, thinking, "PLEEASSE give me a newspaper..."
"Hey, look at dis!" shouted Mush, beckoning for his friends to come and see the little dog that looked as though he were made of clay.
"Watcha doin heah boy?" asked Jack. Grommit wagged his tail.
Suddenly, a short boy pushed his way through. He was holding a cane tipped in gold. He gestured for everyone to back out, cleared his throat, and closed his eyes. Gently, he tapped the cane on Grommit's shoulders and then his nose.
Grommit started spazing out as the Newsies sung and danced in circles around him. "What are these kids, like witch-boys?" he thought. Everyone laughed and he realized that he had spoken out loud. He stopped spazing out and was a bit embarrassed, but more astonished, "Amazing!" he said, "I've always wanted to be able to speak!"
"So why ya heah boy?" asked Jack.
"Ahem," Grommit cleared his throat, "I am NOT a boy. I am a DOG named Grommit and I would like a fresh slice of" Grommit stopped. He had been so caught up with all these witch-boys that he had completely forgotten about his friend Wallace. He sighed and thought about how nice his life could be if he just stayed with the witch-boys, but he knew he couldn't. Besides, Wallace was his BEST friend! What was he thinking? "They must have put a spell on me or something" he muttered.
"Well," said racetrack, "what's it gunna be? Wuddah ya want?"
"I want you to help me find my friend." He said drearily.
"You shore?" said boots. Grommit nodded and Boots did his little "licking lips, smiling, shrugging, and raising eyebrows all at the same time" face. Grommit tried to do it but he couldn't quite manage.
"SO." said Mush, a little weirded out, "who's this guy anyway? And whered ya last see him?"
"He is an old man, 47. He was born in London and we've lived close to the city all my life. He likes to invent things and eat cheese and read newspapers and take pictures and this one time we built a rocket and ."
"OK!" shouted Spot, "an old man. So whered ya lose em?"
"A bird picked him up and carried him away." Grommit said seriously. All the newsies snickered and elbowed each other. All except Jack.
"Wait a second, boys, listen to em." Jack scolded.
"I think it was a blue bird, a very large blue bird." said Grommit. There was silence. How could they have been so stupid?
"Yah," said Spot softly, "we knows who ya talkin bout."
Now REVIEW !