Newsies 2: A Sequel
Before you read: When writing this I did not INTEND to offend anyone. I hope you will be able find humor in this and not have a cow over jokes made about YOUR newsie. I would like it to be clear that I love Specs like a best friend and though it may seem like I am making fun of him, I am really not, I am just stating the obvious. There is also a remark made by the narrator that may seem racist, but it is not intended that way. I am simply making a point about the time frame and how different races were treated back then. Also, there is a character called Snaps. This is not the Snaps from the NML, but the character in the movie who snaps in his sleep. It should also be known that Damon Eugene Butler and David (who apparently has no last name, for I can not seem to locate one) are the other two members of EYC (Trey Parker [Kid Blink]'s band).
July 31, 1903
Jack sauntered gloomily down a lonely street as the sky converted from a salmon color, to a shade of flint gray. Within ten minutes he had reached his building and he climbed the creaking stairs to his apartment-- number 51. Upon opening the door he was charged by a squealing toddler and nearly knocked to the ground. Using the remainder of the day's strength, Jack lifted the child into his arms and carried him into the apartment.
After placing the child down on a bed and giving him a kiss on the forehead, which was promptly brushed away, Jack was approached by his wife who wiped her hands on her apron as she walked, glowing, from the stove. "How was your day, honey?" Sarah asked as she gave Jack a light kiss, her protruding stomach colliding with his.
Jack sighed as he slumped into a wooden chair beside the kitchen table; "Anudder woiker got injuhed."
"Oh, no, honey! Isn't that the ninth one this month? It wasn't anyone you knew, was it?" Sarah stammered, "I really don't want you working there if there is that much of an injury risk. What would we do if you got hurt like papa and lost your job? How would we send Racetrack to school?"
"Aw, der ain't dat much of a risk--git me a beer, wouldja--an' you knows I can't find a bettah job anywheres else, an' besides, Race, Jr.'s a broight kid, he don't need tah go tah school. I nevah went tah school an's look hows I toined out!" Jack opened his beer and began guzzling profusely.
After considering the facts presented, Sarah became even more concerned, but not wanting to upset Jack any further, especially now that he was drinking, she let it go. "Race, go wash-up for supper." Sarah called to the small boy playing with a toy horse on his bed.
Before you read: When writing this I did not INTEND to offend anyone. I hope you will be able find humor in this and not have a cow over jokes made about YOUR newsie. I would like it to be clear that I love Specs like a best friend and though it may seem like I am making fun of him, I am really not, I am just stating the obvious. There is also a remark made by the narrator that may seem racist, but it is not intended that way. I am simply making a point about the time frame and how different races were treated back then. Also, there is a character called Snaps. This is not the Snaps from the NML, but the character in the movie who snaps in his sleep. It should also be known that Damon Eugene Butler and David (who apparently has no last name, for I can not seem to locate one) are the other two members of EYC (Trey Parker [Kid Blink]'s band).
July 31, 1903
Jack sauntered gloomily down a lonely street as the sky converted from a salmon color, to a shade of flint gray. Within ten minutes he had reached his building and he climbed the creaking stairs to his apartment-- number 51. Upon opening the door he was charged by a squealing toddler and nearly knocked to the ground. Using the remainder of the day's strength, Jack lifted the child into his arms and carried him into the apartment.
After placing the child down on a bed and giving him a kiss on the forehead, which was promptly brushed away, Jack was approached by his wife who wiped her hands on her apron as she walked, glowing, from the stove. "How was your day, honey?" Sarah asked as she gave Jack a light kiss, her protruding stomach colliding with his.
Jack sighed as he slumped into a wooden chair beside the kitchen table; "Anudder woiker got injuhed."
"Oh, no, honey! Isn't that the ninth one this month? It wasn't anyone you knew, was it?" Sarah stammered, "I really don't want you working there if there is that much of an injury risk. What would we do if you got hurt like papa and lost your job? How would we send Racetrack to school?"
"Aw, der ain't dat much of a risk--git me a beer, wouldja--an' you knows I can't find a bettah job anywheres else, an' besides, Race, Jr.'s a broight kid, he don't need tah go tah school. I nevah went tah school an's look hows I toined out!" Jack opened his beer and began guzzling profusely.
After considering the facts presented, Sarah became even more concerned, but not wanting to upset Jack any further, especially now that he was drinking, she let it go. "Race, go wash-up for supper." Sarah called to the small boy playing with a toy horse on his bed.