Disclaimer: I own very little. Disney owns Newsies, Aesop owns the fables, other stuff belongs to other people, Ink belongs to me.
*Moral- Don't sue me.
A/N[1]: Be afraid, be kind of afraid. It's chapter 3!
Tale 3: The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
Ink grabs Boots by his suspenders, and pulls him toward the stage.
Ink: "Hey Boots, guess what, your narrating!"
Boots: "What happened to Snoody?"
Bumlets: "We don't know, Spot won't tell us what he did wit 'im."
Boots looks worried for a minute.
Boots: "Is Spot in this story?"
Ink: "No, now get out there and start the story. Bumlets?"
Bumlets: "Yeah?"
Ink: "Where's your costume?"
Bumlets: "I'm in dis one?"
Ink: "YOUR ONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS!"
Bumlets rushes off in search of his costume.
Boots: "A wolf had been lurking near a flock of sheep for several days."
Snipeshooter is center stage, looking like a giant marshmallow in his sheep costume. Jake walks on stage.
Jake: "Why am I da wolf? I don't even like wolves, and I'm allergic to sheep!
Snipeshooter grins maliciously, and rubs against Jake's leg, bah-ing noisily.
Jake: "Snipeshooter, get away from me, I ain't kiddin' I'se allergic!"
Snipeshooter backs up a fraction of an inch, and looks innocently up at Jake.
Ink: "Jake, get over it, were in the middle of a story here."
Jake: "What do you mean 'get over it'?"
Boots: "May I please continue?"
Ink: "Of course."
She sticks her tongue out at Jake, who promptly sneezes.
Boots: "But so vigilant had been the shepherd in guarding his animals that the wolf was becoming desperate."
Bumlets comes out in full shepherd attire, but he is missing something.
Snipeshooter: "Somethin' don't look right."
Jake: "Yeah, ::sniff:: You don't have a bent sticky thing. ::sneeze::"
Bumlets: "It's a cane."
Ink: "That's not what it's called, wait a sec, it'll come to me."
Racetrack comes running on stage with his hands full.
Bumlets: "What you got dere Race?"
Race: "Well, I got Spot's cane, cause it's as close as I could get to the sheep stick thing, and I have, Allegra, da allergy medicine."
He hands the tablets to Jake who sneezes, and then looks very grateful.
Snipeshooter: "Race, does Spot know you took his cane?"
Race: "Ummmm...."
Spot: "WHO TOOK MY CANE?"
Race cowers behind Jake, as Spot storms on stage.
Ink: "Spot, we liberated your cane for artistic purposes."
All five boys: "What?"
Ink: "We need it for the story."
Spot pouts.
Spot: "But... you stole my cane."
Ink: "YOU stole MY narrator! When you give him back, you can have your cane back."
Spot walks off stage muttering incoherently to himself.
All of a sudden, from off stage, there comes a voice,
Specs: "A crook, definition 2, a shepherd's staff."
Ink: "THAT'S IT!"
Race: "Specs, how in the world did you come up with that?"
Specs shrugs.
Specs: "I did a google search."
Boots: "What's a google search?"
Ink: "If I have to explain the entire premise of the internet to you, this story will never end."
Jack: "This is the song that doesn't end..."
Mush: "Yes it goes on and on my friend..."
Dutchy: "Some people started singing it not knowing what it was..."
Snitch: "And they continued singing it forever just because..."
Itey: "This is the song that doesn't end..."
Ink gives the boys a look, and they all stop.
Boots: "Where in the world did dat come from?"
Jack: "She said da story would neva end."
Spot: "Great, now I'm gonna have dat stupid song stuck in my head for months!"
Ink: "Do you think we could get back to the story? Sometime this year perhaps?"
Snipeshooter sticks out his tongue, which is a very interesting shade of blue.
Jake: "Snipes, why is your tongue blue?"
Snipeshooter: "I just ate a sour blue raspberry warhead."
Bumlets: "Hey, I want a warhead!"
Ink: "I don't have any more."
All Boys: "Aww man."
Boots: "Then one day the wolf found a sheepskin that had been thrown away."
Jake goes over to the flat and ratty looking sheepskin.
Jake: "Okay ::sniff:: I found it, now what?"
Boots smirks.
Boots: "Quickly he slipped it on over his own hide and made his way among the flock of grazing sheep."
Jake: "Race, how long does it take Allegra to kick in?"
Race: "About three days."
Jake: "I am NOT going any closer to that thing!"
Ink: "Jake, if you keep going with the story I'll give you pixistix."
Jake brightens up.
Jake: "Really?"
Ink: "Really."
Jake practically lunges at the sheepskin and arranges it over his wolf ears.
Jake: "Da things ::sneeze:: I'll do ::sneeze:: for sugar! ::sniff::"
Jake gets on the floor next to Snipeshooter, and continues sneezing every few minutes.
Boots: "Even the shepherd was deceived by the ruse, and when night came the wolf in his disguise was shut up with the sheep in the fold."
The lights dim slightly, and Bumlets walks over to the two sheep, he picks them both up with his bare hands, and carries them to the other end of the stage.
Ink: ".....?"
Bumlets: "What?"
Ink: "How the bloody Hell did you do that?"
Bumlets: "I lift weights."
Bumlets flexes, showing off his muscles to the swooning girls in the audience.
Random audience members: "Wooooo! ::faint::"
Jake and Snipeshooter are locked in a very small pen, and Jake is now sneezing nonstop.
Boots: "But that evening the shepherd, wanting something for his supper, went down to the fold, and reaching in, seized the first animal he came to."
Bumlets walks back over to the fold.
Bumlets: "Hmmm, I believe I shall have the most diseased sheep in my flock for my supper."
Jake: "::sniff:: Hey! ::sneeze::"
Snipeshooter starts laughing uncontrollably.
Boots: "Mistaking the wolf for a sheep the shepherd killed him on the spot."
Bumlets grins in an evil sort of way.
Jake: "Hey, ::sneeze:: wait ::sneeze:: a ::sneeze:: minute! ::sneeze:: You didn't ::sneeze:: tell me ::sneeze:: I was ::sneeze:: gonna ::sneeze:: be ::sneeze:: killed! ::sneeze::::sniff::"
Ink: "It must have... slipped my mind."
She attempts a look of innocence, as Bumlets moves in for the kill raising Spot's cane above his head.
A voice is herd from off stage,
Spot: "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Don't hurt my cane!"
Everyone freezes, and looks at Spot as if he has grown another head.
Spot: "I mean... umm... yeah."
He walks backstage, grumbling to himself about stupid cane stealers, and how revenge will be sweet, and how that cane had better not have a single scratch on it when he got it back.
Suddenly, Snitch comes bouncing out onto the stage, his halo is crooked, and his eyes are bright.
Ink: "Snitch, who gave you sugar?"
Snitch: "Skitterygavemeabouttwentypixistixthatwefoundbackstagethenhedaredmetoeatth emallatonceandIdidandtheywerereallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallygoodandcanIhav esomemoreplease?"
(Skittery gave me about twenty pixistix that we found backstage then he dared me to eat them all at once and I did and they were x8really good and can I have some more please?)
He stands center stage rapidly bouncing from one foot to the other.
Everyone: "NO!"
Snitch tries to pout, but he is too hopped up on sugar to pull it off.
Snitch: "DamoralofdastoryisAppearancesoftenaredeceivingpleasecanIhaveanotherpixist ixInkhuh?"
(Da moral of da story is Appearances often are deceiving, please can I have another pixistix Ink huh?)
Ink: "Maybe later."
The curtain closes.
A/N[2]: Sugarhigh!Snitch rocks! I hope you like this chapter, it took forever to write. Now! Pixistix and sour warheads will be delivered to all of my reviewers by their favorite newsie.
~Ink
Jack: "Yeah, Pixistix and... HEY! I thought you said you were out of warheads!"
Ink: "Meep!"
She runs and hides from enraged sugar craving newsies.
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Shoutouts!
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