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]: Hi everybody! Everyone seemed confused about who Fidget was, so I'll tell you, Fidget is my best friend, who read my story and then begged and pleaded to be in it. Now she loves fanfiction, and we wrote a story together under the name Fidget Inc. It's called Verliezende geld, tijd reis, en reusachtig muizen. So check it out! Anyway on with the story...





Tale 7: The Angler and the Little Fish






Ink: "Snoody, are you feeling alright?"


Snoody: "No, ::sneeze:: I think I'm commin' down wit somethin' ::sniff::."


Ink: "It's probably that stupid cold that's going around, You'd better get into bed before it gets any worse."


Snoody nods wearily and heads up to bed.


Ink scans the room.


Ink: "Snipeshooter, do you want to narrate this story?"


Snipeshooter: "Really, you want me to narrate. I'd love ta narrate!"


Ink: "Great, that takes care of that problem."


Les: "Hey... uh... Ink, Spot's really sick, he's layin' in his bed askin' everyone who passes by to shoot him and end his misery."


Ink: "As disturbing as that is, I'm too bust to check on him right now, I'm trying to get the story started."


Les: "Isn't Spot in dis one?"


Ink: "No, thank god, I think everyone who is working on this story is perfectly..."


Race: "Ink..."


Ink: "Healthy?"


Race: "I don't feel so good."


Ink: "Damnit."


Les: "Hey, I think Race has the same thing Spot's got."


Ink: "I'm shocked! Racetrack, however did you acquire such a disease?"


Ink asks sarcastically.


Race: "Shut up and leave me alone!"


Jack: "Someone's cranky."


Ink: "Hey leave him alone, he's sick."


Jack: "But you just..."


Ink: "No buts, now leave him alone before I make you my new costume designer."


Jack: "meep!"


He runs backstage.


Ink: "Bumlets! Your the costume designer, get to work! Les get the tank center stage. And make sure the water's warm, we have enough people sick already. Race, go to bed and get some rest. I will bring you some hot chicken soup when the story's over."


Race slowly makes his way upstairs.


Ink grabs a bullhorn.


Ink on a bullhorn: "ATTENTION EVERYONE! THE SNOGGING CLOSET IS OFFICIALLY OFF LIMITS UNTIL EVERYONE IS WELL AGAIN!"


Mush, Blink, Snitch, Skittery, Specs, Dutchy: "Awwww!"


Ink: "Okay, on with the story, Snipeshooter your on."


Snipeshooter walks on stage carrying the storybook. Attempting to look very dignified and important, he opens it and begins reading.


Snipeshooter: "An angler after a long day's toil, had nothing to show for his pains but one small fish."


Itey strolls on stage wearing green cargo pants, and a black 'Phish' t-shirt. Pie Eater comes out after him wearing a plaid shirt, a tan vest, and a bucket hat with little fishing dohickies all over it.


Boots: "Those have got ta be da lamest costumes I've ever seen."


Ink: "Bumlets, that's your idea of a fish costume?"


Bumlets: "What else was I supposed to do in ten minutes?"


Ink: "Point taken."


Itey jumps into the tank of water.


Itey: "This water's really nice!"


Les: "I hope you appreciate it, it took forever to heat up all dat water!"


Bumlets: "Why didn't you use the hot water faucet?"


Les: "There's a hot water faucet?"


Everybody nods.


Les: "ARGGG!"


Ink starts laughing.


Ink: "Yes minions, dance for me!"


Ink cackles manically.


Jake: "Ink... Are you feeling okay?"


Ink: "Did I say that out loud?"


Jake nods.


Ink: "From now on disregard everything I say right before I cackle manically."


Jake: "....okay....."


Ink: "Snipeshooter, shouldn't you be narrating?"


Snipeshooter: "Oh yeah."


Ink smiles innocently at Jake, who backs away slowly.


Snipeshooter: "As he was taking the perch off the hook the fish spoke."


Pie Eater throws a piece of yarn with an unbent paper clip attached to the end into the tank.


Pie Eater: "Here fishy, fishy, fishy."


Itey: "That's your fishing pole?"


Pie Eater: "What's wrong with it?"


Itey: "It's a piece of yarn!"


Ink: "Itey! Just get on the ever loving hook, I have sick people to tend to!"


Itey: "No self-respecting fish would be caught dead on that thing."


Pie Eater: "Of course not..."


Itey: "See, he agrees."


Pie Eater: "Fish are alive when their caught."


Ink: "Guys! My clothes are going out of style, do you think this might be going somewhere sometime soon?"


Dutchy looks at her bell bottems and tye-dyed shirt.


Dutchy: "Going out of style?"


Ink: "Said the guy wearing suspenders."


Dutchy: "What's wrong with suspenders?"


Ink is becoming exasperated.


Ink: "Nothing, ITEY, say your damn line already!"


Itey gulps and tries to remember his line.


Itey: "Spare me good fisherman. I am so small that I will make you but a sorry meal."


He says haltingly and without feeling.


David: "That acting was terrible!"


Boots: "Like your crow performance is going to win you an academy award."


David: "She made me play a girl!"


Jack: "And you weren't man enough to pull it off."


David: "Jack, who invited you into this conversation?"


Jack: "I invited me into dis conversation, wanna make somethin' of it?"


David: "Let's take this somewhere private."


Jack: "Fine by me."


They walk off to find a more suitable place to argue.


Itey who has now had time to practice his lines better, continues in a much more dramatic fashion.


Itey: "Throw me back into the river, and later when I am grown bigger and worth eating, you may come here and catch me again."


Pie Eater: "Good deal!"


He begins to lower Itey back into the water.


Ink: "PIE!"


Pie Eater: "What?"


Ink: "Did you even read the story before you came out?"


Pie Eater: "Of course I did, I especially liked the part when she kissed the frog and he turned into a prince."


Ink: "Does this LOOK like the frog prince to you?"


Pie Eater: "Well, Itey sorta looks like a frog."


Itey: "Hey!"


Ink sighs and quickly scribbles something onto large pieces of poster board.


Ink: "Okay, now all you have to do is read the lines, do you think you can handle that?"


Pie Eater: "Sure thing."


Ink holds up the cue cards.


Pie Eater: "All underwear 50% off Tuesday through Friday at all J.C. Penny's locations."


Snipeshooter: "Ink can you bring me to J.C. Penny's?"


Les: "I think you have the cards backwards."


Ink: "Oops!"


She turns the cards around.


Ink: "And no, we are not going to J.C. Penny's."


Snipeshooter: "But fifty percent off is a good deal!"


Ink: "Can we please discuss underwear on your own time?"


Snipeshooter sighs.


Snipeshooter: "Fine."


Ink: "Thank you."


Pie Eater: "No, no,"


Les: "It took him ten minutes to say no twice?"


Ink: "Amazing isn't it?"


Snipeshooter: "Said the wary angler,"


Ink holds up the next card, making sure that it is the side with the script on it.


Pie Eater: "I have you now, but if you once get back into the water, your tune will be 'catch me if you can.'"


Pie Eater grins, having completed his part.


Ink hears a noise and walks to the closet.


Ink: "I thought I made it perfectly clear that the snogging closet was off limits."


She opens the door.


Ink: "Jack? David?"


Jack and David break for air and look up at Ink embarrassed.


Jack: "Uh... April Fools?"


Ink: "It's October."


David: "Really early April Fools?"


Ink: "Get out of the closet!"


Both boys scurry out of the closet.


Ink begins muttering to herself as she makes her way to the kitchen to heat up some chicken soup.


Ink: "Stupid horny teenage boys. I say the closet's off limits and what's the first thing they do? They go right in! And how the HELL they went from arguing to sucking face is beyond me!"


Snitch walks onto the stage.


Every few seconds he holds a small tube up to his nose and smells it.


Snitch: "Skittery got me a new chapstick, and it smells good!"


Bumlets: "What's it smell like?"


Snitch: "Apple pie."


Ink walks by, balancing three hot bowls of soup.


Ink: "Snitch, have you done the moral yet?"


Snitch: "Nope."


Ink: "Don't you think it's about time you did?"


Snitch: "Sure! Today's moral is, Beware of the promises of a desperate man!"


Snitch smiles as he applys more chapstick and then proceeds to lick it all off.


Snitch: "It tastes like apple pie too!"


The curtain falls.





A/N[2]: hehe Phish! Please review! And then go read my other story and review that too! I'm home sick today with a cold, so I thought I'd spread the joy.

~Ink


Race: "You'se made me and Spot sick! Now we can't have no fun!"


Ink: "Don't worry, next chapter I can make you well with my magical healing powers."


Race looks skeptical.


Ink smirks.


Race runs.


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Shoutouts!



SPECSGLASSES~ I'm glad you liked the Race/Spot! It made me happy too! All of my newsies feel very loved now! And I feel loved. AND I get chocolate! I like chocolate! Also thanks for reviewing Ring Around the Rosy. I know it was kind of depressing. Anyway, Thank you for reviewing!




LIAMS KITTEN~ Dude! Long rambly off topic reviews are what make my life worth living! LOL, I am far from frightened. In fact I am highly amused by your review! Race is on top because I flipped a coin, plus it was fun to make him fall onto the floor! HUMMING LLAMAS! Thanks for the review!




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