Shot: I'm so happy that people are liking my Newsies/Chicago thing. Well here's chapter two for you. The song is "Funny Honey", Enjoy. Oh Klover. You're the announcer. I'm using you pen name as your name, and your description that you sent me for Newsies in college. Only I'm keeping your hair brown.

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Jake tiredly walked into his apartment. He flicked on the light and nearly tripped over a sheet on the ground. Skittery sat on the edge of the bed ringing his hands together. Jake furrowed his brow, "Skitts darling, what happened?"

Skittery whispered, "I was asleep and this man came through the window. A burglar. I shot him, I was so scared. Oh Jake. Please, say you did it. You know with my father's reputation, and everything I did before I met you, I'll be hanged for this. You, you'll get off easily. Please."

Jake nodded, "Yeah sure thing Skittery. Sure thing."

At the prison theater

A tall girl with shoulder length brown hair and deep blue eyes steps forward on the stage. She yelled out to the crowd, "Hi boys. I'm Klover. And today, for his first number ever, Mr. Skittery Hart singing a song of love and devotion dedicated to his dear husband, Jake."

A second Skittery appears onstage. He is dressing in the gray prison outfit. He steps forward and starts singing softly, "Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong, but he doesn't care, he'll string along. He loves me so, that funny honey of mine. Sometimes I'm down, sometimes I'm up, but he follows round like some droopy-eyed pup. He loves me so, that funny honey of mine. He ain't no sheik, that's no great pyshique (A/N I know that is spelled wrong but my comp isn't giving me the correct spelling). Lord knows he ain't got the smarts. But look at that soul I'll tell ya that whole, is a whole lot greater then the some of his parts. And if you knew him like me, I know you'd agree what if the world slandered my name, why he'd be right there taking the blame. He loves me so and it all suits me fine. That funny sunny honey hubby of mine."

At the apartment.

A police officer stands talking to Jake and Skittery. Jake spoke, "Well, a man has a right to protect his home and his loved ones right. Well I come home from the garage tonight, and I see him climbing through the window. Skittery, there, sleeping like an angel, an angel. I feared for his life, so I grabbed my gun from the dresser and I fired three times."

Police officer sighed, "Sounds like an open and shut case. Let's see his name was Snitch Riccio."

Jake scratched his head, "Snitch Riccio, how can he be a burglar? Skittery knows him. Oh he lied to me. He told me he was a burglar. Burglar huh?"

Police officer looked between the two men, "You mean he was dead when you got home?"

Jake nodded, "Yeah, he had him covered with a sheet and everything. Telling me this cock and bull story about a burglar, and how I should say I did it cause I've never done anything bad in my life and I was sure to get off."

Skittery, with panic in his eyes, "But it's true, he's a burglar."

Police officer nodding sarcastically, "Sure thing, a burglar. Don't worry you're get plenty of time to plead your case before a jury before you hang for murder."

At the prison.

Skittery's voice fills with hatred, "Now he shot off his trap. I can't stand that sap. Look at him go ratting, ratting on me. With just one more brain what a half-wit he'd be. If they string me up. I'll know, I'll know who brought the twine. That scummy, crummy, dummy hubby of mine."

At the apartment.

The police officer handcuffs Skittery, "Skittery Hart you are arrested for the murder of Snitch Riccio. This is a hanging case for sure. No motive, just a plain outright murder."

At the prison.

Klover steps forward, as Skittery sits back down in the audience. Klover applauding, "Wonderful Skittery. Now all of you hold tight while we go and get the Matron for you to escort you back to your cells."

Skittery leans over and whispers to the boy next to him, "Who's the Matron?"

The boy, David, laughs, "Matron Mama Shot Hunter, keeps her happy and you're fine."

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Shot: Ah two chapters done. Go me. Yes I made myself Mama. I couldn't resist I love Mama Morton, she's great, favors for money, that sounds like me. Enjoy. As always read and review. Oh I still need a Mary Sunshine and several reporters for this. As you can see Klover is my announcer and the therapist is Ireland O'Reilly. Oh Ireland, either in your review or e-mail me at Linandgourry@hotmail.com, what you look like so I can put that in there. Oh and sorry for all the back and forth between the prison and the apartment. From now on everything takes place in the prison. Bye now.