Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies.
Shout Outs: Yay! I finally have enough reviews to do one of these (but just barely), so I decided to give it a try.
Glimmer: Yay! I'm glad you liked my story. Yeah, I do think it's kind of funny that Racetrack Higgins is obviously Italian looking. I think that's one of the major. not really pet peeves. more like amusing discrepancies in the movie. Thanx for the review! :)
Raeghann: Glad you liked it! :) I seriously doubt if this is that funny, so it's really nice to have some positive input. Thanx.
Spotted One: I knew I heard the name Elwood somewhere, but I forgot where. I just recently saw the Blues Brothers over Christmas and it cracked me up! I so want their car. Well, before it kind of fell apart. But anyway, I'm glad you liked it enough to come back and read more.
Ireland O'Reilly: lol. I know, even though it's pretty commonly known around the Newsies Fandom that Higgins is Irish vs. the actor is Italian, it never comes up in any fanfiction. A little strange, that. Oh well. Glad you enjoyed! :)
"Hey, Jack, who's the girl?" Davey asked, walking up behind his friend as he waited for the distribution gates to open. "Another new recruit?"
Jack looked at Maria, who had now thoroughly recovered from last night's shock and was jostling with the other boys for a place near the front. "Yeah," he said, "Mush found her in alley about fifteen minutes away from the lodging house. Brought her back, of course, and we're letting her stay with us until she finds her feet."
Davey nodded knowingly. He watched as she shook her fist at Kid Blink, threatening him out of the way. (Although, of course, smitten with her good looks and charm, he was already bowing her forward.) "This one looks like she's got spunk," he observed. They both watched as she spit on the ground in front of Bumlets, who hurriedly took off his vest and laid on the damp spot so that she wouldn't have to step on it.
"Yeah," Jack said, sighing. "And she's still a lady, too. I have to admire her for that. But you know, just once, I wish I could meet a really meek, quiet girl who would be willing to settle down. Or at least let me be the one who comes on to her. It would be. a change."
"Don't we all," said Davey, who didn't really because he never got any girls in the first place, and therefore never had a chance to develop a taste for them. "So, what's the dirt on this one?"
"She hasn't really spilled anything yet. Says it's 'too soon into the story' and it would 'ruin the suspense.' But Race says that she comes from a pretty well-to-do family, and must have run away for some reason."
"Could she have been abused?" David asked, offering up the most likely reason.
"Nanh."
"Pulitzer's daughter, yet she despises the way he treats those under him?"
"You know, if I hadn't met all hid daughters, I'd never have known that fellow even had a wife?" Jack shook his head. "Nah, she's a mystery. Even to Race."
"Why would Racetrack suddenly know everything about this girl?"
"Seems he's her brother."
Davey gaped at Jack in astonishment. Then, shaking his head, he asked, "But isn't she Italian?"
"Yeah."
"But I always thought that Race was Irish!"
Jack shrugged. "You know, it's funny, but that Higgins alias threw everyone off. No, apparently that kid is pure Italian."
David shrugged, then laughed a little. "S'funny, the surprises life sends your way, isn't it?"
The bell rang, and everybody rushed into the courtyard to get their papers. Afterwards, Jack emerged from the rapidly thinning crowd to see, surprise surprise, that Spot was in Manhattan yet again.
Mush came out, walking alongside Kid Blink and thumbing through his papers. "You know," he said, turning to friend, "I swear the Refuge has been in the news so much lately that I can't tell whether it's opened, closed, or moved to Georgia anymore." Then he looked up, and stopped dead in his tracks.
Jack saw Mush and was quick to stick an arm out, holding the boy back before he could try to pummel Spot. "He's got thugs ready to pound anyone who comes near him, remember?"
Mush spat on the ground. "Spot don't belong in Manhattan," he said. "Coming over here with his foreign accent and his small-man complex, trying to steal what WE find in OUR alleys. S'just not right!" Raising his voice to address Spot, he added, "Hey, don't you have a gang war to attend to or something!"
"I'm not here for some silly girl." Spot shook his head, approaching Jack. "I'm here to talk about boundaries. That you kids don't have. I want your kids off Brooklyn turf."
"We haven't done anything."
"You've been on our bridge for far too long, Jacky-boy. We want it back."
"The Manhattan side has always been ours." Jack glared at the dangerous, yet puny leader of Brooklyn.
"Then why's it called the Brooklyn Bridge?" Spot asked. Then, with slightly less venom in his voice, he added, "Besides, there hasn't been a gang war since Queens called it off last night, and my boys are getting antsy for a fight. I need to give them what they want."
"What if we just gave you the Bridge, and called it a peace."
"No deal. There has to be a fight, or else we're taking all of Manhattan." With that, Spot turned on his heels and stalked away.
AN: Sorry it's taken me so long to update. Christmas and school have made my life a bit busy. Oh well. This chapter isn't that funny, but I hope you read it anyway! Reviews appreciated. Constructive criticism would help, too. For example, I noticed that there are too many "he said"s in this chapter of dialogue, but I didn't know how to fix it. Somebody recommended that I add some drama to my story as well, though now I can't find their review. Thanx for that, and I'll take any comments on how well I handled this aspect happily. (I'm just not a very dramatic person, I guess.)
Shout Outs: Yay! I finally have enough reviews to do one of these (but just barely), so I decided to give it a try.
Glimmer: Yay! I'm glad you liked my story. Yeah, I do think it's kind of funny that Racetrack Higgins is obviously Italian looking. I think that's one of the major. not really pet peeves. more like amusing discrepancies in the movie. Thanx for the review! :)
Raeghann: Glad you liked it! :) I seriously doubt if this is that funny, so it's really nice to have some positive input. Thanx.
Spotted One: I knew I heard the name Elwood somewhere, but I forgot where. I just recently saw the Blues Brothers over Christmas and it cracked me up! I so want their car. Well, before it kind of fell apart. But anyway, I'm glad you liked it enough to come back and read more.
Ireland O'Reilly: lol. I know, even though it's pretty commonly known around the Newsies Fandom that Higgins is Irish vs. the actor is Italian, it never comes up in any fanfiction. A little strange, that. Oh well. Glad you enjoyed! :)
"Hey, Jack, who's the girl?" Davey asked, walking up behind his friend as he waited for the distribution gates to open. "Another new recruit?"
Jack looked at Maria, who had now thoroughly recovered from last night's shock and was jostling with the other boys for a place near the front. "Yeah," he said, "Mush found her in alley about fifteen minutes away from the lodging house. Brought her back, of course, and we're letting her stay with us until she finds her feet."
Davey nodded knowingly. He watched as she shook her fist at Kid Blink, threatening him out of the way. (Although, of course, smitten with her good looks and charm, he was already bowing her forward.) "This one looks like she's got spunk," he observed. They both watched as she spit on the ground in front of Bumlets, who hurriedly took off his vest and laid on the damp spot so that she wouldn't have to step on it.
"Yeah," Jack said, sighing. "And she's still a lady, too. I have to admire her for that. But you know, just once, I wish I could meet a really meek, quiet girl who would be willing to settle down. Or at least let me be the one who comes on to her. It would be. a change."
"Don't we all," said Davey, who didn't really because he never got any girls in the first place, and therefore never had a chance to develop a taste for them. "So, what's the dirt on this one?"
"She hasn't really spilled anything yet. Says it's 'too soon into the story' and it would 'ruin the suspense.' But Race says that she comes from a pretty well-to-do family, and must have run away for some reason."
"Could she have been abused?" David asked, offering up the most likely reason.
"Nanh."
"Pulitzer's daughter, yet she despises the way he treats those under him?"
"You know, if I hadn't met all hid daughters, I'd never have known that fellow even had a wife?" Jack shook his head. "Nah, she's a mystery. Even to Race."
"Why would Racetrack suddenly know everything about this girl?"
"Seems he's her brother."
Davey gaped at Jack in astonishment. Then, shaking his head, he asked, "But isn't she Italian?"
"Yeah."
"But I always thought that Race was Irish!"
Jack shrugged. "You know, it's funny, but that Higgins alias threw everyone off. No, apparently that kid is pure Italian."
David shrugged, then laughed a little. "S'funny, the surprises life sends your way, isn't it?"
The bell rang, and everybody rushed into the courtyard to get their papers. Afterwards, Jack emerged from the rapidly thinning crowd to see, surprise surprise, that Spot was in Manhattan yet again.
Mush came out, walking alongside Kid Blink and thumbing through his papers. "You know," he said, turning to friend, "I swear the Refuge has been in the news so much lately that I can't tell whether it's opened, closed, or moved to Georgia anymore." Then he looked up, and stopped dead in his tracks.
Jack saw Mush and was quick to stick an arm out, holding the boy back before he could try to pummel Spot. "He's got thugs ready to pound anyone who comes near him, remember?"
Mush spat on the ground. "Spot don't belong in Manhattan," he said. "Coming over here with his foreign accent and his small-man complex, trying to steal what WE find in OUR alleys. S'just not right!" Raising his voice to address Spot, he added, "Hey, don't you have a gang war to attend to or something!"
"I'm not here for some silly girl." Spot shook his head, approaching Jack. "I'm here to talk about boundaries. That you kids don't have. I want your kids off Brooklyn turf."
"We haven't done anything."
"You've been on our bridge for far too long, Jacky-boy. We want it back."
"The Manhattan side has always been ours." Jack glared at the dangerous, yet puny leader of Brooklyn.
"Then why's it called the Brooklyn Bridge?" Spot asked. Then, with slightly less venom in his voice, he added, "Besides, there hasn't been a gang war since Queens called it off last night, and my boys are getting antsy for a fight. I need to give them what they want."
"What if we just gave you the Bridge, and called it a peace."
"No deal. There has to be a fight, or else we're taking all of Manhattan." With that, Spot turned on his heels and stalked away.
AN: Sorry it's taken me so long to update. Christmas and school have made my life a bit busy. Oh well. This chapter isn't that funny, but I hope you read it anyway! Reviews appreciated. Constructive criticism would help, too. For example, I noticed that there are too many "he said"s in this chapter of dialogue, but I didn't know how to fix it. Somebody recommended that I add some drama to my story as well, though now I can't find their review. Thanx for that, and I'll take any comments on how well I handled this aspect happily. (I'm just not a very dramatic person, I guess.)