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[1]:
(Race is still up in the rafters where we left him in chapter 1)
Race: Guys? Can I come down now.
Ink: No.
Race pouts.
Ink: I have to go find Fidget, she seems to be missing.
Race: You lost Fidget!
Ink: Of course not, I have just misplaced her.
Race: Same thing.
Ink: Shut up Race.
Chap. 3: Female Mice?
6:23 pm.
The remaining newsies waited a distressful fifteen minutes, while Jack paced, and Specs showed Dave the easiest, and most secure knots with which to tie up Dutchy, thereby hindering his efforts of flinging himself onto Jack in fits of uncontrollable tears.
"Okay." Jack said calmly, still pacing back and forth, "We have to go in there and find them."
"Oh good, then we can be eaten alive by whatever abominable thing is in there." Specs retorted sarcastically. This of course set Dutchy off, he sprang at Jack, forgetting that his feet were tied together. This feat obviously ended with Dutchy once again sprawled on the floor.
"Your a big help Specs." Jack said sarcastically.
"At least he's holding still." Specs said innocently.
"Okay," Jack said again, "Dave!"
"What?" Dave asked slowly, sounding suspicious.
"Go find them!" Jack said, while pushing Dave vehemently through the hole.
"Wait. What?!" Dave said bewildered, but it was too late, he was already inside.
After receiving no response following several minutes of trying to communicate with his friends who were still in the hole, Jack became frustrated.
"All right, thats it, I'm going in there!" He said decidedly, stepping steadfastly into the opening.
"Well this is getting ridiculous." Specs said to himself, then to the boy beside him, "Come on Dutchy, we might as well go in after them."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Dutchy screamed, and he began wriggling around on his stomach, as Specs grabbed the ropes which bound his hands, and dragged him kicking and screaming into the darkness.
6:56 pm.
"DUTCHY!" Snitch said elatedly jumping up and down and clapping his hands. Dutchy slowly opened his eyes, which had been clamped tightly shut, and looked around for the first time.
"Hey, where ya been?" Race asked from his position, lying on a very comfortable looking bed, with a very feminine looking bedspread, and smoking a cigar. "Hey Jack, you know there's twenty-five pictures of me on the walls." Race said.
"Really?" Jack asked, "How many pictures of me are in here?"
"Five." Race stated smugly causing Jack to look a bit deflated. Specs began to look around the room in awe.
"Where are we?" He asked.
"I haven't a clue in the universe, Specs my friend." Race said, still smoking. All of a sudden, vociferous footsteps were herd, obviously ascending a flight of stairs.
"It's the mice, I know it is!" Dutchy screeched irrationally.
"Yeah right, mice who hang up multiple pictures of Race, have butterflies on their bedsheets, and collect dolls." Specs said, pointing to each observation in turn, and ending with a shelf which was overflowing with porcelain dolls.
"It's the materialistic female mice!" Dutchy moaned, cowering back as much as the ropes would allow.
"We brought him why?" Dave asked.
"Because Kloppman would have been mad if he had found him tied up on the basement floor." Jack said being reasonable.
"I wonder what the mice look like?" Dutchy said, still in a sniveling, shaking, ball
on the floor.
"I wanna see the mice!" Snitch said excitedly hoping up and down on the bed, and nearly hitting his head on the ceiling each time he bounced. Specs rolled his eyes and shook his head in a negative motion, simply not believing this.
"I want to see them to." Race said suggestively, which earned him an 'oh yeah' look from Jack, and a smack on the back of the head from Snitch, who had just landed on his knees on the bed beside him.
"What?!" Race whined, rubbing the part of his head which had been the object of several assaults this afternoon.
"You are going to behave around the girl-y mice." Snitch said firmly, wagging his finger at Racetrack.
"Yeah Race," Dave said mockingly, "Play nice." Before further arguments could ensue, the door slammed open, and the boys came face to face with two, obviously human, obviously female teenagers, wearing what was, in the boy's opinions, rather less than appropriate attire.
Everyone froze.
Finally breaking the paralysis, Snitch said,
"Those are funny looking mice." The girls in the doorway looked at each other, then the lighter haired girl began to ramble getting progressively louder,
"There are boys, boy... boys in your room! There are Several boys in your room! There are Several, Hot, Boys, in YOUR ROOM!" The brunette clamped her hand over the blonde's mouth, and hissed,
"Do you want to scare them away?" She removed her hand, and the other girl looked at her for a moment, then stated simply,
"We're in bikinis." Both girls took a large step backward, and the brunette once again, slammed the door.
"If those were mice, there may be some inter-species relations soon." Race said, everyone else nodded stunned.
"What are girls doing in the giant mouse hole?" Snitch asked.
"Jesus Snitch," Specs cried, "get it through your head, There... Are... No... Mice!"
"Awww, I wanted to pet the pretty mice."
A/N[2]:
Ink: I found Fidget.
(Fidget comes driving onto the stage in the Oscar Meyer weinermobile)
Fidget: Free weiners for everyone!
Ink: Fidget, where did you get the weinermobile.
Fidget: If I told you, I'd have to kill you.
(Sirens are herd in the background.)
(Fidget screams, gets out of the weinermobile, and runs off stage.)
(Jack comes out with a hand-held siren.)
Jack: Works every time.
Ink: Please review!
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Shoutouts!
SpecsGlasses~
Ink:You had a terrible Halloween? That sucks!
Fidget: We spent Halloween watching Nightmare on Elm Street 1&2, and we were at our friends house on Elm street.
Ink: That was freaky.
Fidget: Anywhoha, we're sooo excited you like the story.
Ink: You're reviews are awesome.
Fidget: Babbling is cool!
Ink: We're gonna go now, Thanks for reviewing!
Fidget: Yeah, thank you Oh wonderful reviewer child of mine.
Nakaia Aidan-Sun~
(Fidget is dancing around in a deranged fashion.)
Fidget: I love Snitch-eating mice!
Ink: WHY!?
Fidget: They make for good plot twists.
Ink: Okay?
Fidget: Thanks for the review.
Ink: We love reviews.
Fidget: And we love Snitch-eating mice.
Ink:???
Ink: Thanks again.
Shadowlands~
(Fidget comes out eating a salad, she points to the dressing.)
Fidget: Ranch.
Ink: Fidget, Ranch was soooo last shoutout.
Fidget: But it's good.
Ink: We would like to tell you what the title means, but it's a secret.
Fidget: Yeah, shhhhhhh, don't tell.
Ink: She doesn't know!
Fidget: How do you know?
Ink: Anyway, I think we can tell you next chapter.
Fidget: Cause if we told you now it would give away the plot.
Ink: Thanks for the review.
Fidget: Reviews make us ever so happy..... ranch : p
PButtercup~
Ink: I LOVE DUTCHY TOO!
Fidget: I want a rubber band ball.
Ink: NO!
Fidget: Why not?
Ink: You'll poke your eye out.
Fidget: That's impossible.
Ink: I'm sure you could manage it.
Fidget: : p
(Fidget begins singing about rubber band balls)
Ink: Great, now she's in a singing mood.
Fidget: (singing) Thanks for the review.
Ink: Yeah, Thank you!
Saturday~
Ink: We would NEVER kill Race!
Fidget: I would kill Race.
Ink: I would never kill Race, AND I would never let Fidget talk me into killing Race.
Fidget: Unless it was crucial to the plot.
Ink: Well of course then I would kill Race.
Fidget: Hypocrite.
Ink:Thanks for reviewing.
Fidget: Now I have and urge to kill Race.
Ink: NO!
Obsessed wit' Aaron Lohr~
Ink: Itey's not even in this story.
Fidget: But we could put him in the story.
Ink: How?
Fidget: Beam him down Scotty.
(she says in a Irish accent.)
Ink: Since when is Itey in Star Trek?
Fidget: Since now. Besides I just wanted to speak in an Irish accent.
Ink: Fidget, the dude was Scottish!
Fidget: It is soooooo sad that you know that.
Ink: Thanks for reviewing!
Fidget: Since when do you watch Star Trek?
Ink: ??????
Fidget: Beam us up Scotty!