Hey there all, I was hit with an idea last night and it really hurt.  Specially when Specs wrote it on a rock then threw it at me.  So before I move on to the exposure of Mush's and Sami's date. . . I have a commercial for you!  I know you hate them, but this one should be funny.  So on we move.  And expect a long complicate A/N from my life at the end of this.

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*We enter a bedroom to see a bed on the floor with two pairs of legs kicking and flailing underneath the bed.  It seems two people are stuck underneath the bed.  Kennyon walks on through the door and shakes her head at the sight.*

Kennyon: Look at this sight.  Has this ever happened to you ladies?  Have you ever sent your newsie under your bed to clean and he gets stuck?  Well that happened to me. . . .

~Flashback~

Kennyon: Specs!  Can you clean under the bed?

Specs: Sure thing. . .

*Specs runs to the room and climbs under the bed.  He cleans it out and tries to get out*

Specs: Um. . . Kennyon?

Kennyon: What is it?

Specs: I'm stuck.

*Mush walks into the room and laughs at Specs*

Mush: That's cause you are so fat!

Kennyon: He's not fat!

Mush: Well then why can't you get out, I could get out.

Specs: Prove it Mush.

Mush: Ok.

*Mush climbs under the bed and begins to wiggle.*

Kennyon: Well?  Aren't you coming out?

Mush: I can't.

Kennyon: And why not?

Mush: I'm stuck.

~End of Flashback~

*We cut back to Kennyon who is still standing in front of the bed with the boys behind her stuck*

Kennyon: Well after that happened I began to think.  Wouldn't it be good if there was more room under the bed?

*Kennyon stops to think*

Kennyon: And yes . . . yes it would be.  That is why I have invented this. . .

*Kennyon holds up a bag with four bricks in it.*

Kennyon: These are Bedtime Bricks.  Just stick these under the four posts of your bed giving your newsies another four inches to squeeze in and out of.

Specs: That's a great invention Kennyon, but how are we supposed to get out?

Kennyon: Er. . . um. . . you guys? Well I don't know. . . .

Mush: Well than your invention doesn't work very well does it. . .

Specs: Yeah it's just a load of. . .

*The screen flashes to a picture of Bedtime Bricks and Kennyon's voice is heard.*

Kennyon: Get your Bedtime Bricks now for only $19.95.  Not sold in stores. 

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Hey there all.  This is the really swamped Kennyon at your service.  Sorry I haven't updated in so long but I have just started school and have been extremely busy with homework (already) and my . . . well lets call it my issues.  I have finally been able to find some time (between writing two essays) to write a chapter.  I must inform you that in the coming weeks I will get even more busy.  But I will try to post as often as I can because I love you guys oh so much.  (Reviews motivate me *wink*)  So how about a few stories from my own life . . . hmmm . . . what's a good one? OH!

So I go to the first day of school and I wander around and see all my classes and stuff and I run into this cute boy.  Austin.  Well he's in my math class and we get to talking to each other.  I talk to him about stuff and I got bored and started drawing on his back.  I started to write some stuff and I wrote the first verse to Carryin' Da Banner on his back.  He asked what I was writing and I told him.  And he started singing it!  This boy knew that song as well as I do, and I know it pretty well.  He sang all the way up to the second chorus.  I applauded him and gave him a hug and he told me that he loves Newsies.  I was so happy.  (Specs was happy too).  So I asked who his favorite newsie was and he told me that he didn't have one, so I talked to him about Specs and all that.  And he told me that he is going to be a newsie for Halloween.  I like freaked out and told him I was too.  So he is going to be my sellin' partner and we are going to have a great time.  So that's my story. 

I love you guys.  Send me reviews and send me stories from your lives.  I like hearing those.   They give me ideas. . . I really don't like this song. . . .oops. . . I was typing what I was thinking.  Well love ya!