::: Lysaka slowly goes on stage ::: Hiya everyone, I know that it's been a long…long time since I've last updated, but I've been so busy I barely had time to check my e-mail, much less write a chapter. I know, shame on me for having a social life, but I'm back and better then ever.

Thank Yous: I'd like to thank all who are reviewing, because this fic can not exist without people reviewing, I took a leap of faith writing this and I'm glad you are all enjoying it.

Job Application: I've decided that "The Left Shoe Show" needs a crew. (camara opperators/ announcers/ hair and make up/ security guards) If you'd like to be one please leave a review and what you want to be. (maybe a little on your personality) They won't be big parts, but your name will be mentioned and maybe you'll have a couple lines. Except the announcer. But the announcer must have a love for teasing Spot. Not IN LOVE with Spot. But A LOVE of TEASING Spot.

Wow this is long, I didn't mean to type this much. ON WITH THE FIC!!!!!!

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Episode 7: That Can't Be Normal

Prankster: (waves) Hiya everyone, today we get to have the lovely Specs on!

(Audience Applause)

Marbles: Prankster, before you go any further you better let Ramble and the boys sing 'The Watermelon Song' before they pop.

Ramble: We're not singing the watermelon song.

(record skid)

Prankster: Are you feeling ok? (feels Ramble's forehead)

Ramble: I'M FINE! We're gunna sing a different song! (clears throat) There are no bananas in the sky, in the sky. There are no bananas in the sky, in the sky. There's a sun, there's a moon, there's a coconut cream pie BUT…….there are no bananas in the sky, in the sky.

(crickets chirp)

Ramble: What do ya think?

(Prankster pounds head on desk)

Marbles: (in fear) I want 'The Watermelon Song' back.

Ramble: (pouts) You two are no fun!

Prankster: BACK to business, we have another person to introduce before we get Specs out. We've decided to take on an intern. Please welcome Bookie!

(Bookie walks out, applause)

Bookie: Hi (waves)

Prankster: Ok now that we've done that, Bookie can you roll Specs out for me.

Bookie: Sure (frolics off)

(Ramble is at her desk…coloring of course)

Ramble: Spot should I use eggshell white, or polar bear white?

Spot: (doesn't even look at crayons, in monotone voice) Egg shell.

(Ramble is about to protest but Bookie comes on, rolling Specs tied in the chair, Bookie goes to fast and lets go. Specs is rolled out of camera view…)

Specs: eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

(The sound of metal trash cans falling over and a cat screeching)

Bookie: (meekly) oops.

(Boys are in hysterics, Ramble and Prankster struggle not to laugh, Marbles is pounding her head on the desk)

Bookie: Sorry.

Prankster: That's ok, just go get him.

Bookie: OK! (Frolics off)

Race: I feel sorry for Specs.

Spot: Wait, is 'e da one dat has da strange a-

Race: (cuts him off) Yeah

Spot: Whoa.

Bookie: (comes in, Spec looks panicked) here he is.

Specs: O_O I tink I'll start drinkin' decaf.

Ramble: Hiya Specs! We're here to interview you!

Prankster: Ya, better get started you have a lotta questions. You're very popular.

Specs: How? I'se only say two lines in da movie.

Marbles: well, a lot of girls in the audience are here for you, we even had to remove a couple topless girls.

(The boys look out at the audience.)

Mush: (groaning) How could I 've missed dat?

Specs: Wow, topless goils for me?

Ramble: Actually they were here for Spot.

All boys & Prankster: Figures.

Bookie: OK! First question, this is from….hehehe me, I wanna know, "Why is your hat different then the rest of the newsies?"

Specs: ummm I likes bein' different.

Race: (mutters) dat ain't all he likes.

Bookie: What was that?

Race: (smiles) nothin'

Bookie: O.o right, my next question is from…me, I wanna know, "What's going on between you and Dutchy?"

Specs: we're friends?

Everyone: O.o

Marbles: (skeptically) sure, I wanna read questions. (snags the cards from Bookie) You can flick Spots ears now Bookie.

Bookie: Yaye! (flick, flick, flick)

Spot: I hate you'se goils.

(Ramble puts duct tape over his mouth)

Marbles: Ok, these questions come from Hot Shot, 1 "Are you really as smart as everyone thinks?"

Specs: Whoa, people think I'm smart?

Prankster: (shrugs) I guess.

Specs: Well, I guess I'm smarta then some of da oudda newsies. (everyone looks at Spot) But I ain't no genius.

Ramble: (sniff) well said.

Prankster: Go back to your coloring.

Marbles: 2 "Do ya have a girlfriend?"

Specs: no

(Specs fans scream with delight)

Marbles 3 "How old are you?"

Specs: I think I'm 18.

Marbles: think?

Specs: Well, we don't know when I was born.

Ramble: Oh that's so sad, here have a crayon.

Specs: O.o uuuhhhh thanks.

Prankster: I'll read the questions now! (grabs cards) ok, this is from Breeze, "what's going on between you and Dutchy?"

Specs: NOTHIN'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Would'ja stop askin'!

Ramble: Hey there's 30 exclamation points in that last sentence!

Everyone: O.o

Prankster: oh and Breeze wants to say she finds Race adorable.

Bookie: Ramble can you flick Spots ears now, I need to do some show business.

Ramble: Sure.

(Bookie leaves to do show business, Ramble flicks Spots ears)

Prankster: ok Riot wants to know, "How did you get the money to pay for your glasses?"

Specs: oh, Kloopy lent me da money, I paid 'im back.

Prankster: Riot also wants to know "Can you see very well without your glasses?"

Specs: I'm as blind as a bat without 'em.

Ramble: I wanna read, (grabs cards) Marbles, poke Spot an' Race.

Marbles: Ok, (poke poke poke)

Spot & Race: :0

Ramble: Ok this is from Dragonfly, "If you had a peacock what would name it?"

Specs: I wouldn't 'ave a peacock, dere noisy.

Ramble: SAD! Ok these last questions are from Cards, "Has anyone noticed Spot and Race, (and now Mush) are missing?"

Specs: Oh yeah, Jack had a search party an everythin', but aftah two hours we 'ad ta face facts dat dey were killed, we've gotten over them.

Race: Nice ta know I'm loved.

Ramble: and Cards wants to know, "How did you get a fedora, when they weren't popular until the 20's?"

Specs: I made it, I'm a trendsetter.

Prankster: Wait a minute, we're out of questions, and we still don't know his big secret.

Race: I know!

Specs: (to Race) don't ya dare!

Race: Sorry buddy, but we're all sufferin' Look at Spot.

(Marbles is still flicking Spots ears)

Ramble: What is it?

Specs: Don' tell 'em.

Race: it ain't that bad.

Specs: What could be worse?

Race: Spot's impotent.

Spot: Hey!

Specs: wow that is worse, ok tell 'em.

Race: Specs here has a strange attraction ta llamas.

Girls: LLAMAS?

Specs: yes llamas, llamas are neat.

Everyone: O.o

Ramble: We should watch the Empirer's New Groove!

Prankster: You can.

Ramble: YAYE! (tries to run out)

Marbles: You need to sing…..The Watermelon song!

Ramble: YAYE!

Ramble and boys, minus Specs: I (I'se) ate a watermelon, and (an') all the (da) seeds fell out, and (an') when I (Is'e) went to pick them ('em) up they all began to shout. YOU (YOU'SE) ATE MY (ME) MOMMA!

(ramble giggles)

Specs: Dat's da best song evah!

Spot: Everyone thinks so.

Prankster: Ok, come back for the 8th episode. Jack will be joining us. That's right.

Spot: Jacky-boy's gunna die.

Mush: he really is.

Marbles: Ok, remember to send your questions, bye.

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OK that's it, remember to send in your questions for Jack. Also if you want to be on the lovely "Left Shoe Show Crew" Please review and tell me. (remember to tell me what part you want) well bye!