Hey there! Here is another action packed chapter! Well it's going to be my last update until Tuesday. I'm going camping again! With my friends! At the beach! The beach is fun, go sometime I highly recommend it!

Thanks and dedications: Well I know it might seem unfair to dedicate a chapter to somebody but I'm dedicating this to my little sister Rachel, known on my review counter as dancergirlpower, who finally became a cadette girl scout last night and is now a part of my troop. (My sister and I actually like each other…I know a very weird relationship!)

Thanks to everyone who reviewed! You guys rock! But I've noticed that it's the same people reviewing each chapter….but that's ok, it just makes you guys all the more cooler! Here's your peanut butter cups! :::throws candy to everyone::: Thanks for the reviews and keep 'em coming!

Disclaimer: ok in case you haven't been paying attention any and all San Francisco newsies belong to me! :::insert evil laughter here::: All the others belong to Disney. :::mutters::: greedy pig! :::thinking out loud::: of course if I owned Newsies I'd probably be greedy too!….anyway…

TO CHAPTER 9!!!!!!1

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The next day was unbearable for Prank. After learning that her childhood friend had turned out to be the leader of the Brooklyn newsies they had stayed at the hall for longer then they anticipated. By the time the girls changed and walked back to the lodging house it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning. Only to be woken up five hours later.

The newsies struggled to make it down the stairs and out the door. All except Ramble, who decided that today, would be a good day to be a big ball of sunshine.

"Isn't it a beautiful day?" Ramble smiled.

Groans were heard from all the newsies who thought that Ramble had officially lost it. Prank groaned and turned her head to Marbles.

"When she's like this," Prankster struggled to get the words out, "she's you're sister."

"If I wasn't so tired," Marbles groaned, "I'd argue with you on that."

At that moment the boys were going down the stairs, but no singing this morning. But they didn't have much to sing about. They were going off very little sleep, and all their energy was spent on keeping them awake. They walked at a snails pace to the church where the nuns would give them breakfast. Ramble was the first one there. The other newsies were disgusted by Rambles perkiness.

"How can she be like dis?" Itey rubbed his eye has he bit into his bread.

Marbles shook her head, "We don't know, she was always the weird one."

"Hey," Ramble cried, "I thought that was Smarts."

"You're the weird one in this family," her twin answered.

Ramble rolled her eyes and shook her head. Muttering something intangible under her breath.

"I should've taken the day off." Prank sighed.

"You can't afford to take a day off," her brother, Killjoy, entered the conversation. Prank turned her head and looked up to him.

"And thank you for showing us how you got your name."

"That's what I'm here for," he said, "I'm the voice of reason so I get to say 'I told you so.'"

"You stayed out jist as late as da rest of us," Snipeshooter pointed out. The other newsies grumbled, their way of saying that they agreed with the littler newsie.

"Whatever," Killjoy brushed his comment off, then turned to Prank. "Hey Prank, you got something I can put my hair up with?"

Prank sighed and pulled a hair tie off of her wrist, "You really should cut your hair," but handed him the hair tie anyway.

"And who would cut it…you?" he asked in disbelief.

"Well, we could have Smarts do it," Marbles offered.

"NO!" Killjoy couldn't get to word out fast enough. "Don't let that girl anywhere near scissors."

Smarts smiled, "Jeez you burn somebody's hair off when you're eight and you pay for it the rest of your life."

Some of the newsies paused, not sure if Smarts was joking or not, Smarts helped them out, "I'm kidding." She then proceeded to walk. Ramble was still bouncing around with her bread.

"Bread is most definitely your friend." She commented.

"True, true," Marbles agreed with her twin.

"Hey, Ramble," Prank got her attention, "it looks like there's some mold on that," Prank grabbed the bread out of Rambles hands. "Here, let me pick it off." Instead of picking off any mold, Prankster shoved the piece of bread into her mouth with one huge bit and swallowed. Ramble's eyes grew huge and wide, disbelief flashed through them. Then the once brightness and cheerfulness of Ramble faded and was replaced by an angry flash.

"Toddles," Prank said and pushed her way through the crowd of newsies in front of her. When she was free she set off running at a record…for Prank it was. The other newsies turned to Ramble, curious of what she would do.

"LYSAKA MARIE!" She shouted before taking off as well, "YOU FREAK THAT WAS MY BREAKFAST!" The other newsies ran after Ramble to see what would become of the Prankster.

"Yep," Prank agreed with her sister, "and it was mighty good too."

"Get back here." Ramble called after her. Ramble's long legs were a good advantage in this case and she soon caught up to Prankster, even with her head start.

"Ok, Ok," Prank said she dug her hand in her pocket and pulled out some change, "here," she handed it to Ramble, "go buy yourself an apple."

No sooner were those words said then the happiness of Ramble returned.

"Thanks," Ramble said.

"Yeah, don't mention it," Prank and Ramble were gasping for breath.

"But Ramble," Prank looked at her sister, "you should've seen the look on your face." Prank started to chuckle, "it, was, priceless." She emphasized every word.

"We'll you seem to be more awake," Ramble commented as the sisters reached the square. Followed by some of the newsies who were fast enough to catch up to the racing sisters. The others were walking toward them, a good distance away. Prank and Ramble took this opportunity to read the chalkboard.

"You want to take Sparky today?" Prank asked her sister.

Eyes never leaving the chalkboard. "Yeah, I can take him today…looks like were going to have to lie again today." Ramble sighed.

"You know, you'd figure New York would be more exciting."

"Yeah," Ramble agreed with her sister as pulled her jacket closer to her. "And the weather is freezing."

"Makes you miss San Fran?" Prank's eyes left the chalkboard and turned around to see if the straggling newsies were anywhere near the square. Ramble turned around and saw Blink approach.

"No," she smiled, "Not really."

"Not really what?" Blink asked as he approached the girls, flashing them his trademark grin.

"It's nothing," Prank explained.

"Oh," Ramble remembered, "we're taking Sparky selling with us." She announced.

"Dat's good, I'se like da kid." Blink's grin grew bigger, if it was even possible.

"Looks like we're lying today," Marbles finally made her way to the group.

"Don't we always," Killjoy spoke as he approached along with Jack, David, Les and Sparky.

"It ain't so bad," Sparky commented, beginning to get the New York accent.

"We'se had woise." Jack spoke. At that moment the gates creaked with the sound of the hinges turning. A rush of newsies walked into the center to grab their papes for the day's business. Jack, like always was first,

"Morning Weasel," he had managed, along with the Delancy's, to keep his job after the strike.

"What'll it be?" he coldly asked. Jack smirked and slammed his money on the table. "100 papes."

"100 papes," Wisel cried, Morris handed the papes to Jack and he walked down the wooden stairs, waiting for the people he was going to sell with to get their papes. Most of the newsies got their papes with no incident. Smarts decided to be the one to break the peace.

"Morning," Smarts greeted him cheerfully.

"What'll it be?"

"Give me 40," Smarts gave the man her money, but then continued, "did you know that you have some dirt on your nose?" Wisel put his hand to whip the dirt away. Smarts rolled her eyes and grabbed her papes and walk off. Marbles took her place.

"Give me 50." She put the money on the table. "The dirt's still there," she laughed. Wisel moved his hand up,

"No other side." Marbles helped him, she proceeded to grab her papes and left. Wisel might've had more success removing the dirt if there was some on his face to begin with. Ramble was next in line.

"I'll take 50 papes please." She said in her sweet voice as she gave Wisel her money. "Did you know you have dirt on your face?" she asked with a child like curiosity. Weasel was beginning to catch on, but with Ramble, she was known for telling the truth, so he again tried to remove the dirt. Ramble didn't speak another word, but grabbed her papes and walked down the wooden steps and went to find Sparky, who had gotten his papes before Smarts. Killjoy was the next to get his papes. Everyone knew the joke was going to stop now. Killjoy had little tolerance for jokes, especially this early in the morning.

"Morning," he greeted. Killjoy received a grunt from the distributor.

"I'll take 60," he gently set the money down on the counter. To everyone surprise, Killjoy went along with the joke.

"You might want to get rid of the dirt on your face," Killjoy said in a serious voice. Wisel didn't know what to think. Smarts was the first one to bring up the dirt. Most of the other newsies would've made fun of him before she brought it up. She was known for joking. So was Marbles. Ramble wasn't as much, and Killjoy was known for stopping anything fun, if Killjoy said the dirt was there, then it most likely was. He put his hand on a new stop on his face, trying to remove the dirt that wasn't there. Killjoy picked up his papes and left. His twin, Prank, approached the bars.

"Hiya Weasel, did ya sleep well?" She asked.

"What'll it be?" he asked ignoring Pranks question.

"I'll take 50 papes please," she gave him her money, and like her siblings and friend mentioned the dirt.

"You have dirt on your face," he again tried to whip any off.

"No wait," Prank leaned closer toward the bars and squinted, "I think I know what's wrong," she turned her head and called to her friend at the bottom of the steps.

"Smarts!" she cried.

"What?"

"I think I know why the dirt won't come off his face," Prank turned her head to look at Wisel. She reached and grabbed her papes.

"I think it's because it is his face." She smiled and then turned to her friends at the bottom of the stairs. "But don't worry about it guys, it was an easy mistake."

"I hate you," Wisel grunted.

"Oh good," Pranks grin grew bigger, "the feeling mutual." She walked off before another word could be said. By the time she reached the bottom of the steps the grin took up most of her face.

The newsies walked out of the center, yelling different headlines, trying to sell their papes on this frosted morning. Racetrack and Prankster decided to not make their way out to Sheepshed bay. Well, Prank decided not to go out, Racetrack didn't have any money to bet with. Despite his pleas to bum some money off his friends. He grumbled all the way to Central Park.

"Are you going to be in a bad mood all morning?" Prank shivered, hardly anyone was walking outside.

"Probably," Racetrack pouted.

"BIGGEST BLIZZARD IN A CENTURY, THOUSANDS FREEZE!" Prank yelled, catching the attention of a few people, getting rid about six of her papers. She turned back to Racetrack.

"Maybe you shouldn't go everyday," she suggested, "then maybe you'd have money to bet with."

"Ya go jist as much as me," Race huffed.

"True, but I win more," She smiled in hopes to break his bad mood. He grunted and began looking at his papes for false headlines.

"You know," she began, "if I wanted to be around someone with a bad mood I'd sell my papes with Skittery." Racetrack looked up from his paper, with a frown on his face. Prank rolled her eyes. She raised her hand to her head and she began to rub her index finger and thumb.

"You hear that?" she asked. Race raised his eyebrow and was beginning to think his girl was crazy. She spoke again, but her voice was raised to resemble a little kid talking.

"It's the world's smallest violin," she emphasized the word smallest, "playing the world's saddest song," she emphasized the word saddest, "just for you," the high voice dropped and she spoke with her normal voice, "Now get to work."

She moved farther down the path, still within seeing distance, she began calling the headlines attracting the crowd. She soon had only five papes left. She began reading the headlines, trying to find one more good headline to cry out when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Still got papes?"

"Oh, shut up Racetrack," she smiled, "I just need one more good headline and I'm just not up today."

"I'se could help ya wake up," he stepped closer to Prank and raised his eyebrows, his smile huge. Prank rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's suggestion.

"Well someone's in a better mood," she smirked and kissed him quickly, pulling away before he knew what was going on. Not wanting to wait anymore Prank began walking toward Tibbys. Racetrack not far behind. When they entered the restaurant they found that most of the newsies where already in there.

"Heya Race!" was the various cheer across the restaurant, Racetrack smirked as he noticed no one said hi to Prankster. Prank noticed this too and wasn't about to let them get away with it.

"Is there no love for me?" she cried to the restaurant.

"NO!" Smarts, Marbles and Ramble cried at the same time, their laughter filled the restaurant shortly after.

"There's always love for you Prank," Itey cried out. Her face lit up and she nearly skipped to Itey and hugged him quickly.

"Awww thanks," she smiled, she let him go and then went to go sit next to her sisters.

The meal went by without further incident, which was a surprise to Prankster, because they could never make it through anything before Smarts found a way to mess it all up. But she was behaving herself. Prankster smiled to herself as she walked back to the lodging house, she and most of the other newsies were exhausted after last night. Prankster was going to take a nap, she hadn't taken a nap since she was 10, but now would be a good day to change that.

Prankster entered the lodging house with most of the other newsies who were still dead tired. Everyone else decided that Pranks idea for a nap was a good one, and only the ones with papes left went back to selling. The group entered the lodging house, their feet struggling to make it up the stairs. The girls arrived to their room. Prankster was thankful that she had a bottom buck, she didn't think she'd have enough energy to make it up if she did. Prankster, like most of the other newsies, was out when her head hit her pillow.

The lodging house was loud; the shuffle of feet could be heard walking across the floor. Talking and laughing was the dominant of the noise. That's the first thing Prank heard as she opened her eyes. She sat up, her sister Ramble was the only one still sleeping, she checked her watch. It read 4 o'clock. She had gotten three hours of sleep, and felt very refreshed. Suddenly a loud burst of laughter filled the lodging house.

"Tell them to shut up," Ramble pulled her covers over her head. Prank smiled and got out of bed.

"I think we need to get up now," Prankster stood on the edge of Marbles bunk to get to Ramble's bunk.

"Come on you've been asleep for three hours," Ramble rolled over in complaint.

"I'll yell," Prankster warned. Ramble pretended to be asleep. Prankster took a big breath and just before she was going to scream something Ramble sat up.

"Ok, ok, I'm up, ya happy?"

"Yes," Prank smiled. "Now comb out your hair and we can go see what the guys are doing."

That got Rambles attention and she finished brushing out her long, tangled hair in five minutes. Well most of it, she was still combing her hair as they left their room.

"You should just cut it," Prank offered.

"Never," she spat.

"Ok, I'm just saying," Prank's voice trailed off. Ramble began to walk into the boy's room while Prank continued going.

"Where are you going?" Ramble asked.

"I'm going to visit with Kloppy," she smiled. Ramble began to grin too.

"Mind if I join you soon?"

"Yes Ramble," Prank said sarcastically. "I would mind." Her smile grew. Ramble rolled her eyes at her sister's comment.

"I'll see you downstairs," she then went to the boys' room to mingle. While Prankster went downstairs, she recognized the old man in a moment.

"Heya Kloppy!" she greeted.

"Oh…hello Prank," he greeted back. Prank flashed him a smile and sat on the counter.

"Please get down," Kloppmen shooed Prankster off the counter.

"One of these days," Prank jumped down; "you're going to let me sit on the counter."

"Not today," the old man smiled.

"Nope not today," Prank agreed, the door opened and Prank glanced over her shoulder to see who it was. It was no newsie that was certain. It was a man. Probably in his 40's, he stood at about 5"8' he wore dark clothing that matched his near black hair. He wore a smile as he approached the counter.

"Excuse me," He held his hand out to Kloppmen, "My name is Andrew Thomason, I understand that you have some people I've been looking for, for a long time." He still had a smile.

"Who might they be?" Kloppmen asked, still not sure on the strange man's intentions. The man pulled out his brief case and opened it, revealing a file. Before the man could speck a rush of newsies came down then stairs, Ramble leading them.

"Prankster," she called, "Come on, there's going to be a round of poker you in?"

"Hang on Ramble, this man is looking for some people," Prankster turned to the man. "Why do you need these people?"

"Well, it has something to do with their step father, Nicolas Sanders."

Ramble's face dropped, "Prank want me to get Marbles and Killjoy?" she asked.

"Yeah do it quietly though." Prank agreed. Ramble made her way upstairs, and apparently Ramble didn't hear the quietly part because the lodging house cringed with her screams.

"Marbles, Killjoy, there's a strange man downstairs," the thunderous sound of all the newsies making their way down the stairs was the next sound to be heard.

"Oh brother," Prank rolled her eyes as more newsies filled the room to get a glimpse of this man.

"Thanks for keeping if quiet Ramble," Prank spat sarcastically.

"Oops," Ramble said meekly.

"Excuse me," The man who introduced him as Thomason spoke up. "I'm looking for four children, Their names are;" he looked at his file again. "Jayden William Sanders, Lysaka Marie Sanders, Keldra Rose Sanders and Araina Ann Sanders, or I've been told on the streets their names are Killjoy, Prankster, Marbles and Ramble." He smiled.

"What do ya wan' wid 'em?" Jack stepped forward.

"I need to talk to them about…." He paused to find the right words, "their step father."

"I'm Jayden," Killjoy stepped out. The girls just raised their hands, showing that they were indeed there. Thomason smiled.

"Oh good," he set his brief case on the counter, and opened it.

"I need you to sign these." He handed each a document.

"What is it?" Marbles asked.

"Well," Thomason began, "Mr. Sanders only living relative owned a few apartment complexes in San Francisco. Joseph Sanders, anyway, he past on and left everything to his nephew Nicolas. Obviously Nick is gone so they sold the apartments not realizing that Nick had children until after they settled the deal."

"But Nick isn't our father," Ramble began.

"Not by blood no," Mr. Thomason spoke, "but we have documentation that he did adopt you all and you legally are his children. Anyway, you four get the money that was in the deal, which split evenly totals about." he paused to look at the calculations "almost one million dollars each."

The sibling's eyes grew wide and their mouths hung open, Prank glanced behind her to find that every other newsie was doing the same.

"One million dollars….?" Ramble for the first time in her life was speechless.

"Each?" Marbles finished her sister's sentence.

"You are correct," Thomason answered, "Now I need you to sign these forms, but the thing is, to collect your money, you need to return to San Francisco to get it, you wouldn't be gone more then a month."

"Hold on," Killjoy spoke up. "You want us to go to San Fran to get the money, isn't their something about us being minors?"

"To be honest with you," Thomason explained, "we need to get rid of the money, you four are the only living line in the Sanders fortune. That wealth was accumulated for a very long time."

"And they're just being kind in sending you across the country to find four children in New York City?" Prank asked skeptically

"It was your uncle's dying wish that the money be given to you four." Thomason shrugged. "Anyway, here's the train tickets for tomorrow, I'll assume you want to bring some of your friends," he pointed to the newsies behind them. "Along with you, here you go." He handed Killjoy the tickets; "I need you to sign the forms,"

After reviewing the form carefully all four children signed it. Thomason collected them and put his hat back on.

"I'll see you and whoever you bring tomorrow at the train station, the time is on the tickets. Good night." He left the building as quickly as he came in. Prankster turned to her brother.

"What was that?" she asked.

"I'm…not…sure," Killjoy answered his twin.

"Well Race," Prank spoke up, "I guess we all know who you're going to start bumming money from." Prank attempted to make a joke.

"How many tickets did he give us?" Marbles changed the subject.

Killjoy counted the tickets, "13,"

"13!" Marbles cried.

"Why would he think that we need to bring 13 people, I mean, does he think we'll get lonely or something. Why do we need 13, it just-" Ramble began to talk very fast.

"Ramble!" Marbles cried.

"Sorry." Ramble looked down at her shoes.

"So we have 13 tickets, which means we can bring nine people with us, so we each get to pick two and we have one left over." Prank explained.

"Sounds fair," Ramble agreed. "Blink, Sparky," she called, "you're coming with me." She smiled.

"Mush, Mute," Marbles pointed to them, "start packing your stuff."

"Alright," Prank turned, "Racetrack, Smartass, pack your stuff you're going whether you like it or not."

"Jack," Killjoy looked at his friend. "You wanna come?"

"Of coise!" Jack cried.

"Good," Killjoy said, "now come with me to ask Spot." Killjoy pulled on his jacket.

"Wait," Marbles cried. "We have one more."

"Here," Killjoy gave the ticket to Prankster, "You work it out."

No sooner after Killjoy left was the ticket given to Smarts.

"You invite someone Smarts," Prankster told her.

Smarts turned her head to Specs. "You wanna go?" she asked casually.

"Yeah, ok, sounds good." Specs agreed.

"When do we leave?" Ramble asked. Smarts inspected the ticket in her hand.

"Looks like at 10:30 tomorrow morning." Smarts answered.

"We're going to San Francisco!" Ramble squealed.

"Ow!" Prank held her hand up to her ear.

"Sorry," Ramble apologized meekly.

"That's ok," Prank still had her hand up to her ear, "hearing's overrated anyway." She put her hand down. "Now," she turned to the other newsies, "what was that about a poker match?" She smiled.

With that the newsies hurried up the stairs to play some poker.

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In the next chapter! The team heads to San Francisco and they meet the San Fran newsies! You gotta believe I loved writing chapter 10! So tell me what you think! Loved it? Hated it? Want to hire an assassin? (you'll have to wait your turn in line like everyone else though) send a review my way baby. Oh and Iris, I could probably get you into the story, you'd be in San Fran though, don't ask how you got there…WISHFUL THINKING! :::think really hard:: mmmmmmmm pop! Well bye everyone! ::goes to pack to the camping trip:::