Disclaimer: We don't own newsies, were just playing with them, we promise we'll put them back when we're through. *coughmabyecough*



Warning: PG-13 is just in case. Slight language, lunacy, and random oddness.



A/N: Both girls come out on stage.

Ink: And now without further adieu.

Fidget: What the hell is adieu anyways?

Ink: I don't know!

Fidget: Then why'd you say it?

Ink: Because thats what everyone says?

Fidget: If everyone jumped off the Brooklyn bridge would you?

Ink: Why not.

Fidget: ........?

Ink: Here's part two.





5:13 pm.




Grumbling was herd from all parties involved, as they made their way down to the basement. When they got to the bottom, Jack promptly sat on a crate, leaned back, and pulled his cowboy hat down over his face.

"Jack," Dave said, looking at his friend as if he had sprouted periwinkle horns, "What are you doing, we are supposed to be cleaning the basement, for that matter, what am I doing down here anyway? I don't have to stay here tonight."

"You owe me two-bits Dave," Jack replied calmly "I'm supervising."

"I'll supervise you." Race said under his breath.

"Race," Dave said, "I don't think you are in the position right now to anything anybody!"

The boys started to filter through the vast recesses of the basement, shuffling things around, and opening various boxes.

"Christ! Where the hell do you think Kloppman got all of this stuff?" Specs asked everyone in general.

"Who knows, lets just clean it up and get out of here!" Jack said, causing Dave to glare at him in a manor which clearly stated, 'you are going to regret going to sleep tonight.'

Meanwhile, Dutchy and Snitch, who had paired off, were in the farthest, darkest corner of the basement staring in awe at a large trunk.

"I wonder whats in there?" Dutchy said pointing.

"I hope its shiny." Snitch said after a moments contemplation, "Wheres the latch?" He asked looking at the lid and finding nothing that would aid in the opening of the big mysterious box.

"It must be on the side against the wall." Dutchy said, thinking rationally for the time being.

At the other end of the basement, no one seemed to be enjoying this. Each of them was keeping mostly to themselves. However it was quieter. Jack was trying to nap, when he realized just how quiet it was. Sitting up and looking around he asked,

"Guys, wheres Race?" Dave and Specs shared a guilty look, giving away more than they meant to in their silence. "What did you do?" Jack asked, sounding as though he wasn't sure whether to laugh, or be angry. As soon as the words had left his mouth, a loud crash was herd from a nearby corner. Racetrack came tumbling out of a large trunk, got up, brushed himself off, then came at the congregated boys screaming,

"Lock me in a trunk will ya!" All the while wielding a large, blunt, object he had found near where he had landed in a heap on the floor.

"It was your own fault!" Specs countered charging toward Racetrack swinging the broom he had been half-heartedly pushing dirt around with.

"How was it my own fault?" Race asked offended,

"You and your dumbass 'hot tip'." Specs stated as though Race were a little slow. When the two came together, they each got in good shots, causing them both to lose their balance, and fall to the floor in pain. Jack rose from his position on the crate, and sat on his heels next to the two boys who were now covered in dust, checking to make sure they were both all right. Dave, being the helpful person that he was, was standing slightly behind Jack. Laughing hysterically.

"Good job guys, but I don't think your both supposed to lose." Jack said trying to smother his own laughter. Race, finally coming to his senses enough to realize that Dave was still unscathed, jumped up and started for him, all the while yelling,

"Come here you jerk, I'll give you something to laugh about!" By the time Jack was able to intervene, Race and Dave were both a bit black and blue.

"Race calm down." Jack said, still sounding a bit amused, "You deserved it, it's mostly your fault were down here, and anyone else would have done the same thing." Racetrack was about to object, when Specs interjected,

"Guys," He said coming to a realization, "The whole time we've been down here, we've left Snitch and Dutchy to their own devices." It dawned the other three all at once, and the four looked at each other in horror for a instant before yelling,

"DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!" And darting off in the general direction of the boys who were currently MIA.

While Racetrack was falling out of his trunk, Snitch and Dutchy were using every ounce of their combined effort to haul theirs away from the wall. Once the trunk was out far enough to allow them access to the lid, they looked back to where it had been and froze. Where the trunk had once stood, there was now a ragged black hole, which came to about five feet at the highest point. Both boys stood with their mouths hanging open for a moment before Snitch said,

"Wow! We must have really big mice." Dutchy nodded soberly. "I wonder what they look like?" Snitch said advancing toward the hole.

"I don't know if that's a good idea Snitch, it's pretty dark in there." Dutchy said looking apprehensive.

"Don't worry," Snitch replied, "I'll be right back." He then disappeared into the hole calling, "Here mousy, mousy, mousy." While Dutchy looked on in awe of Snitch's bravery. After a few minutes went by in which nothing happened, Dutchy began to grow worried.

"Snitch?" He called tentatively into the hole, when he got no response, he turned and looked around for Jack, that was when he herd a loud,

"DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!" from across the room.

When the boys met up, Dutchy began to panic,

"Jack!" he nearly screamed, "The big mice ate Snitch!" Everyone stopped in their tracks, and looked at Dutchy as if he were insane, after a few seconds there was a collective,

"WHAT?"

Dutchy began babbling about large mice, trunks, large, dark, scary holes, and the amounts of cheese those mice must eat to stay alive. He then went off on several tangents such as, how do they get the cheese down there without Kloppman noticing, and what kinds of cheese do you suppose giant Snitch-eating mice would prefer. Dutchy kept sputtering on, becoming progressively less sensible, until finally Specs stepped forward, clamped his hand firmly over Dutchy's mouth, and asked,

"English translation please?" Dave took a second to sort it all out, and said,

"I believe Snitch went into the hole which was behind that trunk, and then failed to come back out."

"Thank you!" Chorused everyone at the same time. A muffled response came from the still restrained Dutchy.

"Come again?" Jack asked, Specs removed his now saliva covered hand, and wiped it on his pants.

"I said, thats what I've been trying to tell you." Dutchy replied calmly.

"Wait, so failed to come back out means he's still in there right?" Race asked

"Correct." Dave said, obviously trying to sound as intelligent as possible.

"So all we need," Racetrack concluded, "Is for one of us to go in there after him."

"That would seem logical." Dave said nodding.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Dutchy wailed panic resurfacing in his eyes.

"Someone shut him up." Jack said firmly.

"I'll do it!" Race said eagerly.

"Do what, go into the hole after Snitch, or shut Dutchy up?" asked Specs. Race looked indecisive,

"Go into the hole and drag Snitch out." He said finally. Acting manly and unaffected by the doubtful looks of the others, he made his way to the entrance of the hole.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" Screamed Dutchy once again.

"Oh for the love of God!" Specs yelled as he pounced on the terrified blond, knocking him to the floor, and effectively shutting him up.

Race peered into the ominous darkness which swirled behind the ragged edges of the hole. He then looked back at his friends, who were waiting, and silently daring him to enter the seemingly innocuous cavern. Seeing the anticipation on their faces, he gathered his courage, and stepped cautiously into the dismal opening in the wall. The rest of the boys waited silently for a few minutes, which was no small feat on Dutchy's part, but, as time went by, they began to grow nervous.

"Race?" Jack called into the hole. No response came from within. "Come on Racetrack, this isn't funny!" Yet still they herd nothing. Dutchy started flailing wildly under Specs, and he began babbling once more,

"See... See... I told you, they go in, and they don't come back out. What if... What if..." He then proceeded to make disgusting crunching and slurping noises, mimicking, what the boys could only assume, to be giant mice enjoying a Racetrack buffet.

"I thought you said they ate cheese." Specs said, trying his level best to restrain Dutchy and calm him down.

"I SAID THEY ATE SNITCH!" Dutchy shouted, "And anyway," he said in a calmer, sterner tone, "Maybe to them, Race looks like cheese."

"He certainly smells like cheese." Jack said.

"I think you guys either need to spend less time with each other, or less time with cheese, it's hard however, to determine which at this point." Dave said, cringing at the absurdity of the direction in which this conversation was headed.



A/N the second:

Fidget: Didja like it? Didja like it? Didja like it? Didja like it? Didja like it? Huh huh huh huh? Didja?

Ink: Shut up Fidget!

Snitch!muse: Oh I wish I were an Oscar Myer wiener...

Dutchy!muse: That is what I'd truly like to be...

Fidget: 'Cause if I were an Oscar Meyer wiener....

Ink: ............????

Fidget: Sing Ink!

Ink: No, I hate this song, it's all you ever sing!

Snitch!muse, Dutchy!muse, Fidget: EVERYONE WOULD BE IN LOVE WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ink: Please review.

Fidget: And we'll give you Oscar Meyer wieners!

Ink walks away shaking her head in disbelief.

Race: Guys? Can you let me down now? I really have to go to the bathroom!

Race: Guys????????????




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Shoutouts!



Shadowlands~

Fidget: We kiss the ground you walk upon oh glorious reviewer!

Ink: Don't mind her, this was her first review.

Fidget: You are ruining the moment, you Moment Ruiner!

Ink: Anywho.. Back on the ranch...


Fidget: We have a ranch?

Ink: QUIET FIDGET!

Fidget: What? I like ranches.

Ink: Thank you for reviewing. I hope you liked this chapter.

Fidget: Diddo. (I like ranch dressing to.)




Obsessed wit' Aaron Lohr~

Fidget: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH! It is freaken funny isn't it?

Ink: Fidget, you really shouldn't be that amused with something YOU helped write.

Fidget: Well I am that amused so there. : p

Ink: Of all the best friends in all the world, I get stuck with you.

Fidget: You love me and you know it.

Ink: Thanks for the review.

Fidget: Yeah, it amused us!

Ink: Fidget, do you just like saying amused?

Fidget: Damn, there on to me. (she darts off)





SpecsGlasses~

Ink: Yay! Your reviewing ANOTHER one of my stories!

Fidget: Our story!

Ink: Thats beyond the point.

Fidget: Aha! For your information I became your modda in 1997, so there!

Ink: What the HELL are you talking about?

Fidget: The review says "Since when did you become me modda?"

Ink: Thats a rhetorical question.

Fidget: Prove it!

Ink: (sighs defeated) Thanks for the review! We loved it!

Fidget: Now, eat your veggies. And wear a hat, it's cold out!

(Ink thwaps her upside the head)