"Davey, What brings you an' da Kid heah?"

"Well, schools out right now and my dad still needs a little help with money. But anyway, how's it going?" David replied, obviously happy to see someone he knew.

"Well, t'ings been rolling good 'round heah. No one's actin' up or notin'."

David then nodded and turned around to the window. Piker was stunned. Who was this? What was he doing here? He couldn't be a newsboy, he speaks too well. She decided it would be best to talk to Race about him.

"Race, who's dat?"

"Oh, dat's Davey Jacobs. He's one of da reasons we's got da Strike started in da foist place. Ain'tcha never hoid of Davey Jacobs?" Racetrack asked stunned.

"Name sounds familar, but notin I'se remember fer showa.

She mentally went through all her pictures of the Newsies Strike. Then she remembered the one she cut out of the Sun. In the picture someone must have stepped on his foot because he was holding it and was mouthing something about his foot. She didn't remember him mainly because she didn't see him after that.

"Oh yea, I'se remember now. I t'ink it's time I'se had a tawk wid Davey heah." Piker said.

"Well, if ya are, din go tawk wid Jack foist 'cuz he might tell ya some'in dat youse need ta know." Race explained.

Piker gave a sharp nod and walked over to Jack. She then said-

"Jacky boy, who's dis fella right heah? I'se ain't never seen 'im before."

Jack nodded and said, "Dat is Davey Jacobs, I'll introduce you two."

Piker shrugged her shoulders and gave short nod. Jack then turned towards David and Piker brought up the rear. Jack started grinning insanely all of a sudden. Piker got a little scared then. When they reached David, the first thing out of Jack's mouth was-

"So, how's Sarah? Does she miss me, Davey? Does she miss me?!"

"Wha' about me? I'se da reason youse came over heah in da foist place!" Piker exclaimed.

"What, am I not worth one of you're famous greetings, huh Jack?" David teased.

"Wha' are ya tawking about? Dat is one famous greetin's!" Jack countered defensively.

"Sarah's fine.....been talking about you a lot....maybe you need to see her.....So who's this?" David teasingly changed the subject.

"She's t'inking of me! Oh yeah....um...dis is Pika....right?" Jack said dreamily.

"Oh Jack, dat's nice....I'se feeling da love." Piker sarcastically replied.

"Piker.....doesn't that mean Gypsy or some kind of traveling performer." David snorted.

"Oh yeah, yeah....what is dis Jacky boy, some kind of wawking mouth?" Piker challenged.

At this note Jack fell and rolled on the ground with laughter while David stood dumbfounded. His jaw laying neatly on the ground. Suddenly Boots appeared.

"Hey, do you know Brooklyn?" He inquired curiously.

"Do I know Brooklyn" Piker replied flippantly, then she turned to Jack, "Do I know Brooklyn?" she asked in a whisper.

"Youse don't know Brooklyn." Jack muttered.

"I don't know Brooklyn."

"Weiod....." Boots murmured.

"What's weiod?" Piker demanded.

"You bear an uncanny resemblance to Spot Conlon." David explained.

"Huh?" Piker and Boots chorused.

"Youse act like Spot Conlon...Brooklyn" Jack interpreted.

"Oooooohhhhhh........who's dis Spot, is he your pet, Jack?" Piker giggled.

When Piker finished giggling, she noticed the odd looks that the other newsies were giving her. She then became very nervous.

"What!?!?!" Piker demanded.

"Nobody, but nobody tawks about Spot dat way." Dutchy gasped.

"Why should it matta if I'se tawks dis way?" Piker inquired.

"Spot would kill ya. You t'ink youse not afraid to skunks people like da Delanceys, well Spot eats dem for breakfast." Jack informed her in a forceful tone.

"Okay din..." Piker surrendered.

"So, how has everyone been?"

As the others answered, Piker turned around and headed towards the window. She got in line for hear papers. When she came to the window she got the usual- 70 papes and headed towards the streets. She was almost out of the gate when she heard Skittery call out-

"Why you leavin so soon?"

"Look, you guys can stay heah all day, but I'se got headlines to make up and money to collect." Piker lectured playfully.

"Ok, but wait up for da odda guys."

"Showa" Piker yawned.

She sat down and started skimming the headlines for something good. She started reading about the President breaking his leg (something real that might sell some papes) when the cute, younger brother came up. He walked up and politely sat down next to Piker. She heard his footsteps, but didn't look up until he sat down. She turned towards him and smiled. Gosh, dis kid could sell papes without making up headlines, he's so cute, Piker thought.

"So wha's ya name, kid?" Piker asked.

"Les......is it true that you beat up the Delanceys?" Les asked.

Piker nodded.

"Wow......Jack's never done that! Is it true that you're a gypsy, David told me that!" a wide-eyed Les asked.

"We'll just have a tawk wid your brudda heah."

She stood up and dusted off her pants. When she and Les were walking towards the other guys she grabbed him and put him in a headlock. Then, she gave him a big noogie. They laughed when he pulled out and grabbed her hat. Her short auburn hair came down to the bottom of her ears to frame her elfish face. Les turned around and was going to throw Piker's hat to her when he just stopped. Piker ran over to him, he didn't stopped staring at her. She gave him a look and asked a little worried-

"Are youse all righ?"

"Oh, it's just that you look sort of like a kid I know." Les remarked.

"Is dat so......well, you know some really great looking kid din." Piker laughed.

That was close, Piker thought. But she still got worried. She looked at Les and gave him one of her million dollar smiles. He smiled a 2 million-dollar smile back. Geez, I need this kid with me when I go selling, Piker thought once again as they walked into Jack and David.

Piker looked up and smiled and asked-

"Where youse sellin' taday? I t'ink I'm gonna go to 5th Avenue. D'ay love me dere."

"No, I t'ink da reason youse make the money you do is because youse robbing half of da people when d'ay buy a pape from you." Jack shot back teasingly.

"You steal from your customers. That's horrible." David criticized.

"Din don't hang around me or else you'll pick up d'ose habits. Some of us hafta steal to eat." Piker warned.

"Piker's the best pickpocket in da Manhattan area an' probably all of New Yawk, but don't go tellin' people I said dat." Jack told David.

"I ain't never been caught. Jack says de only pickpocket to rival me is dis Brooklyn. I ain't scared tho'." Piker stated very haughtily.

"Well, ya should be. Spot ain't a force to be reckon wid." Jack cautioned.

"Showa, anyway.....you didn't say where youse gonna sell at."

"I t'ink I'm gonna take dese fellas over near Medda's. Good luck sellin' an' don' get caught."