Well, hello, Lysaka's alive and…well…maybe….anyway, here's chapter three! :::smiles:::

Well, here's good food for all of you that reviewed last chapter…all one of you! :::Hands Rae Kelly a big tub of Ice cream::: oh and here's your spoon! :::hands her a spoon::: I was waiting for your review, Rae always has nice things to say, let's give her a hand! ::audience starts clapping, spotlight goes to where Rae was standing, only to find empty space, in the background you hear::: it's mine…all of it :::insert evil laughter here::: :::Lysaka sighs::: Well, don't you want ice cream too? :::smiles hopefully::: then review and I'll give you a spoon, you'll have to fight Rae for the ice cream! :::smiles:::

Disclaimer: Does anyone here actually believe that I own newsies!?!? Disclaimers are pointless, everyone should know that I'm making nothing writing this story. :::hides check:: Not a penny, so go sue somebody with money, if you sue me you'll get a computer, some Pepsi bottles (used to stay up late while writing) and an empty box of Cheez-its! That's it!

Warning: This chapter contains lots of sugar…..diabetics beware!

Now with all that out of the way….TO THE STORY!

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Race and Prank were making their treck to Sheepshed. Prank would take moments to sell some papes, and then the duo would be on their way again.

"MAYOR SEEN WITH MARRIED WOMAN!" Prank called, selling her last pape on that false headline.

"Thank you sir," Prank turned to Race and the couple continued to Sheepshed.

"So, who's gonna win taday?" Race asked, his head turned down, looking at the sheet.

"Here, let me see," Prank grabbed the sheet from him. She reviewed the names and their records. She gave the sheet back to Race,

"This one," she said, pointing to the name.

"Danish?" he eyed the sheet. "Dere's no way he'll win."

Prank scoffed, "Fine you can waste your money on whoever you want, but when we leave, I'll be on top."

"Nah Prank," Race tried to convince her, "I'se gots a hot tip."

"Race," Prank looked at him, "when have your hot tips ever worked?"

"But dere's no way Eagle can lose," Race cried as they entered the races.

"Ok sure, just don't ask me for money tomorrow." Prank smiled. The couple made their way to the ticket booth and placed their bets.

"You're going down, little man," Prank teased.

"Hey," Race objected, "I'se not dat short."

Prank rolled her eyes, "I'm telling you it's the cigars," she sat down, "they stunt your growth."

Race sat down next to her. He searched his pockets for something. When he took his hand out, he had the stub of a cigar; he placed the cigar in his mouth and was looking for a place to strike the match when a hand grabbed the cigar out of his mouth.

"Hey," he cried in protest, he turned to find Prank holding his cigar.

"You can't smoke this now," she said, putting the cigar into her pocket.

"Why'se not?" Race was getting a tad annoyed with the disappearance of his cigar.

"Because you can't kiss me with that in your mouth." She smiled.

Race's attitude changed immediately the corners of his mouth turned upward and he leaned over. Giving his girl a soft sweet kiss. He pulled away, looking into her eyes.

"Can I 'ave me cigar now?" he asked.

"No," Prank said, "I know you, and you always need a smoke when you lose."

Race grumbled at this and leaned back in his seat; folding his arms across his chest, looking like a pouting child. Prank giggled at the sight. Race turned his head and looked at her.

"What's so funny?" He grumbled.

"You are," Prank answered.

Race rolled his eyes and turned his head, looking at the track. Prank sighed.

"Tell you what," Race turned his head back to look at Prank, "win or lose," Prank grabbed his hand, forcing his crossed arms to uncross, "I'll give you your cigar after the race, deal."

Race smiled. "Yeah, come heah."

Prank got out of her chair and sat down in his lap. Race leaned in, giving Prank another kiss, he started moving his hand inside her pocket, feeling the cigar he tried to pull it out when Prank's hand grabbed his wrist. Prank broke the kiss.

"What do you think you're doing?" she smiled, still holding on to his wrist.

"Touchin' ya," Race feigned innocence.

"With your hand in my pocket," Prank teased. She pulled out his hand and grabbed the cigar; she shoved it back into her pocket.

"Knock it off Higgins, or your going to have a black eye." She joked.

Race leaned back in his seat, finally giving up. Prank made an attempt to get up. Race wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back.

"Where's da ya tink your goin'?" He teased.

"To watch the races," Prank said, she reached for her pocket watch, "they should be starting in a minute."

Race sat up; his arms still around her waist.

"We'se can watch 'em like dis," he commented.

"Racetrack Higgins," she said in mock surprise, "not stand up for a race, I've never seen that before."

Race smiled at his girl, "I'se like dis." He started playing with her hair, and then the bullet was shot and the race started. Prank turned to Race,

"You may not want to stand up, but I do," she stood and watched the horses go by. Race couldn't stand sitting either and stood beside Prankster. Cheering on their horses. The horses were on the final stretch. Eagle looked like the winner. But Danish came up close to Eagle. In the end, Eagle won…barely.

Race stood still for a moment, before going hysterical.

"Yes," he cried, grabbing Prank by the waist, kissing her. He pulled away and began to ramble.

"I'se know what I'se doin' wid da money, foist I'se takin' ya ta dinna, den, I'se gonna buy cigar's lost of 'em, an' den-"

"Race," Prank interrupted him.

"What?" he looked at Prank.

"You have to go get the money first," Prank explained to him, like he was a first time gambler.

"Right," he said, he grabbed Pranks hand started walking quickly to the booth. Race collected his money and stuffed it in his pocket.

"We'se should go," Race said. The two walked out of Sheepshed. The sun was setting when they walked out.

"Oh," Prank remembered, pulling out his cigar, and handed it to him, "here you go."

"Tanks," he said, taking the cigar from her.

Prank yawned. "Well, I'd consider this day successful, don't you?"

Race smiled, "Yeah, I agree."

Prank yawned again, "You'se tired?" Race asked concerned.

"Yeah," Prank said, "this Prankster has had enough excitement for one day."

Race lit his cigar and took a drag from it.

"Yeah, me too." Race agreed. He took his arm and wrapped it around her waist and pulled her closer to him. They continued to walk home, by the time they got to the lodging house the sun's last rays were shining through the New York sky. The couple walked into the house and removed their jackets. Sparky came running down the stairs.

"Prankster," Sparky called, "they're about to have a poker round, and I told them they had to wait for you." He smiled.

"Alright," Prank cheered, then turned to Race, "I'm beating you tonight."

Race smiled, "I'se don't tink so." They rushed up the stairs to start the ultimate game of poker.

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Well, the third chapter's out, and you just read it! So review please and fight with Rae Kelly for the ice cream! Nah! I'll go buy more! :::Picks up empty Pepsi bottles::: I'll just go deposit these!