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"Hey Randy," shouted Blink from across the room towards Random, "Come sit ovah heah."
"Soah, we'll be right ovah!" called back Randy as she turned to face Problems, "Now I don't want any of your funny stuff. Dese boys are trying tah help us and I don't want them running away because of a goil."
"What me do funny stuff? Why Randy, I'se hoit real bad!" as she said put her hand over her heart and took a step backwards pretending to be hurt. Both girls got a good laugh at this and headed over to the table to enjoy a nice lunch.
"Hey guys, whatcha been up to while I was collecting me moichendice?" asked Randy as she sat down next to Spot and motioned to Fins. He ducked his head a little but when he jerked it up he had a huge grin on his face. Fins sat down next to Race and pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket.
"Heya kiddo, you know how to play Sheepshead (A/N *that is a real card game by the way*)?" laughed Race as he shuffled and delt the cards.
"Lemme help you Fins. You see, Race can be a lousy card player when he plays by da' rues so you gotta outsmart him at his own game," joked Spot.
"Oh sorry fellahs, lemme intrahduce you tah Problems and Fins," said Random when she noticed the befuddled looks on the Newsies not yet aquatinted with Problems and Fins, "Probs, dese are da oddah guys, Blink, Mush, and Davey."
"Uh-huh, ok now which one of you'se is da walkn mouth? He's suppesed tah fill me in on all da strike details."
"That's be me, Davey," he remarked as he stood up, "It might be better to go over there and talk privately."
"Ha, nice try stud. We'll stay right heah thank you. Besides we gotta get tah know each oddah befoah I'se start helping you'se guys wid da strike."
"Fine," replied Davey as he sat down, turning a brilliant shade of red.
"So, you'se all from Manhattan?" Problems asked as she took a seat between Randy and Spot. All those who were the Manhattan Newsies nodded.
"Well all of us except for Spot," stated Mush, like it was obvious.
"Oh yea?" she said looking at Spot with a new interest in her eyes.
"Brooklyn, baby," said Spot as he lit a cigarette.
"Oh that's right, you'se da little punk kid from Brooklyn," laughed Problems as she watched Spot put the cigaret to his lips, "Oh thanks hunn, I needed one!" she said as she slipped the cigarette from his hands and out it to her own mouth. She then tried not to smirk when she saw her death threat written all over his eyes.
The tabel fell silent as this drama played out, and all anybody could hear was Random's low accusing threat, "Probs."
"Wow, touchy kid! How'd you end up helping with the strike anyway? I mean you'se da only Brooklynite heah now."
"They came tah me foah help 'cause I'se da one dat dey needed tah win da strike," said Spot, his voice dripping with anger.
Problems tried not to laugh as he reached into his pocket for another cigarette and said, "So we're alike den, you an' me. We both ah da leadahs of da most powerful city in out State, sorry Randy, an' everybody needs our help!"
"Spotty, you'se heah dat? You'se a goil!" laughed Race from his corner where he was teaching Fins how to deal the cards in a fair, but profiting manner.
"So what did you guys go on strike for exactly anyways?" asked Problems, not wanting another brawl between the two boys.
"Finally," sighed Davey and began explaining about the strike, "Well we won our strike because we were passive and."but this was as far as he got. Right as he was getting really involved in his explanation, Random stood up and ran towards the door.
"Crunchy, you bastard! Wait till I get my hands on you, I'll." and with this she rushed out the door into the street. The others looked at each other for a split second, then hastened out to where Random was pacing.
"Randy, is something wrong?" asked Mush in all his naivete.
"Hell yea! Crunchy's toined intah a scabbah!" answered Random as she spat on the road in disgust.
"What!?!" shouted everybody in unison.
"You hoid me, he betrayed us. He's nothin' but a no good scabbah now. Ran away the minute I shouted at hit. Makes me sick just to think I'se related tah him."
"Wait, maybe it wasn't him. Dat doesn't sound like something he'd do," said Brains trying her best to comfort Randy.
"Yea, I don't think that we should jump to any conclusions right away," sounded Avery.
"But you do know Crunchy best, whaddya say?" asked Skills.
"I say what's done is done," sighed Random as she looked into Fins' big mournful eyes, "Now excuse me, I gotta go soak a scabbah." And with that she turned and walked away.
"Randy wait!" cried Race as he started after her.
"Nah Race, let her leave. She need tah be on her own on dis one," said Problems as she laid her hand on Race's shoulder to keep him from following after Random.
"Hey Randy," shouted Blink from across the room towards Random, "Come sit ovah heah."
"Soah, we'll be right ovah!" called back Randy as she turned to face Problems, "Now I don't want any of your funny stuff. Dese boys are trying tah help us and I don't want them running away because of a goil."
"What me do funny stuff? Why Randy, I'se hoit real bad!" as she said put her hand over her heart and took a step backwards pretending to be hurt. Both girls got a good laugh at this and headed over to the table to enjoy a nice lunch.
"Hey guys, whatcha been up to while I was collecting me moichendice?" asked Randy as she sat down next to Spot and motioned to Fins. He ducked his head a little but when he jerked it up he had a huge grin on his face. Fins sat down next to Race and pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket.
"Heya kiddo, you know how to play Sheepshead (A/N *that is a real card game by the way*)?" laughed Race as he shuffled and delt the cards.
"Lemme help you Fins. You see, Race can be a lousy card player when he plays by da' rues so you gotta outsmart him at his own game," joked Spot.
"Oh sorry fellahs, lemme intrahduce you tah Problems and Fins," said Random when she noticed the befuddled looks on the Newsies not yet aquatinted with Problems and Fins, "Probs, dese are da oddah guys, Blink, Mush, and Davey."
"Uh-huh, ok now which one of you'se is da walkn mouth? He's suppesed tah fill me in on all da strike details."
"That's be me, Davey," he remarked as he stood up, "It might be better to go over there and talk privately."
"Ha, nice try stud. We'll stay right heah thank you. Besides we gotta get tah know each oddah befoah I'se start helping you'se guys wid da strike."
"Fine," replied Davey as he sat down, turning a brilliant shade of red.
"So, you'se all from Manhattan?" Problems asked as she took a seat between Randy and Spot. All those who were the Manhattan Newsies nodded.
"Well all of us except for Spot," stated Mush, like it was obvious.
"Oh yea?" she said looking at Spot with a new interest in her eyes.
"Brooklyn, baby," said Spot as he lit a cigarette.
"Oh that's right, you'se da little punk kid from Brooklyn," laughed Problems as she watched Spot put the cigaret to his lips, "Oh thanks hunn, I needed one!" she said as she slipped the cigarette from his hands and out it to her own mouth. She then tried not to smirk when she saw her death threat written all over his eyes.
The tabel fell silent as this drama played out, and all anybody could hear was Random's low accusing threat, "Probs."
"Wow, touchy kid! How'd you end up helping with the strike anyway? I mean you'se da only Brooklynite heah now."
"They came tah me foah help 'cause I'se da one dat dey needed tah win da strike," said Spot, his voice dripping with anger.
Problems tried not to laugh as he reached into his pocket for another cigarette and said, "So we're alike den, you an' me. We both ah da leadahs of da most powerful city in out State, sorry Randy, an' everybody needs our help!"
"Spotty, you'se heah dat? You'se a goil!" laughed Race from his corner where he was teaching Fins how to deal the cards in a fair, but profiting manner.
"So what did you guys go on strike for exactly anyways?" asked Problems, not wanting another brawl between the two boys.
"Finally," sighed Davey and began explaining about the strike, "Well we won our strike because we were passive and."but this was as far as he got. Right as he was getting really involved in his explanation, Random stood up and ran towards the door.
"Crunchy, you bastard! Wait till I get my hands on you, I'll." and with this she rushed out the door into the street. The others looked at each other for a split second, then hastened out to where Random was pacing.
"Randy, is something wrong?" asked Mush in all his naivete.
"Hell yea! Crunchy's toined intah a scabbah!" answered Random as she spat on the road in disgust.
"What!?!" shouted everybody in unison.
"You hoid me, he betrayed us. He's nothin' but a no good scabbah now. Ran away the minute I shouted at hit. Makes me sick just to think I'se related tah him."
"Wait, maybe it wasn't him. Dat doesn't sound like something he'd do," said Brains trying her best to comfort Randy.
"Yea, I don't think that we should jump to any conclusions right away," sounded Avery.
"But you do know Crunchy best, whaddya say?" asked Skills.
"I say what's done is done," sighed Random as she looked into Fins' big mournful eyes, "Now excuse me, I gotta go soak a scabbah." And with that she turned and walked away.
"Randy wait!" cried Race as he started after her.
"Nah Race, let her leave. She need tah be on her own on dis one," said Problems as she laid her hand on Race's shoulder to keep him from following after Random.