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]:

(Fidget, Ink, and a Giant Snitch Eating Mouse are sitting around a table playing poker.)

Fidget: Gin!

(She smacks the cards down onto the table.)

Ink: Fidget, we're playing poker.

(Fidget rearranges cards.)

Fidget: Ha ha, I win!

Ink: A pair of twos?

Fidget: What do you have?

Ink: Three sevens.

(Cards float down from the rafters.)

Race: HA, I win!

Fidget: Hey, he's got a royal flush.

Ink: Wait, did we give him cards?

GiantSnitchEatingMouse: No.

Race: Who asked you?

Fidget: Poor Mr. Squeakers. It's okay, don't listen to mean old Race. Hey, I know, lets go for a ride in the weinermobiel.
Ink: FIDGET! You sill have the weinermobiel???

Fidget: RUN!!!!!!

(She and the Giant Snitch Eating Mouse run off.)


Chap. 4: What Year?



7:11 pm.




In a room down the hall, the two girls were trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Keys, the light blond haired, light blue eyed, 5foot 71/2in. girl, so named for her love of monkeys, paced the floor, while the other girl, Peppermint, who stood a bit shorter at 5'6", and who had golden brown hair, dark bluish-gray eyes, and glasses, sat placidly on her mothers bed.

"Okay, I'm over the whole boys in your room thing." Keys said, still pacing the room.

"Oh good, 'cause I was worried for a moment there." Mint retorted. Keys looked at her incredulously,

"There are half a dozen boys, who look like they just dropped living and breathing out of the nineteenth century, in Your Bedroom, and your telling me you are not fazed in the least?"

"Nope."

"Your a psychopath!"

"Why thank you" Mint replied.

"Those boys look vaguely familiar." Keys said, thinking.

"VAGUELY!" Mint nearly screamed, "Are you MENTALLY STABLE! Those were NEWSIES!"

"Oh, so thats where I've seen them." Mint looked disgusted for a moment, before jumping up and down elatedly at the prospect of having real live newsies, when all at once, she froze.

"Whats the matter?" Keys asked, suddenly worried about her best friend, whose only goal in life was to bring those who knew nothing about the movie Newsies, over from the dark side.

"Racetrack is in there." She said, paling rapidly.

"I thought Race was your favorite newsie." Keys said confused.

"He is." Mint said.

"Then what's the problem?" Keys asked.

"I'm going to die from embarrassment!" Mint nearly wailed.

"Huh?" Keys asked growing more confused by the second.

"I have the boy practically plastered on every wall of the room he is currently sitting in!" Mint whined. Keys broke out laughing, and Mint gave her the patented Glare Of Death.

"It's not funny." She pouted,

"No it's not," Keys said with a strait face, "It's freakin' hilarious!" She managed to get out, before breaking up into fits of giggles. Finally getting herself under control enough to talk, Keys said to her friend,

"K, I'm better now, listen Mint, you have to calm down."

"No, I won't calm down, calming down is bad." Mint insisted.

"Look, you have to calm down." Keys said, tightly clasping her hands onto Mints shoulders,

"Why?!" Mint asked hysterically.

"Because," Keys said solemnly, "Our clothes are in there, therefore unless you want to parade around for the rest of the day in that, we have to go back into your room."

"I don't wanna." Mint said being difficult.

"Besides," Keys continued, "They aren't going to stay in there forever, eventually they are going to get board, and come out." Just then, there was a soft tap at the door. "See, I told you." Keys said in a know-it-all voice, as she went to answer the door. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mint called, flinging herself at her best friend, "Are you insane?"

"Yes." Retorted Keys as she opened the door, barely containing her excitement about seeing the boys again. Standing on the other side, looking like a little boy who just threw a baseball through a neighbors window, and blushing furiously, was Snitch.

"Race said that since I scared you away, I had to go and get you back." He said to the ground at their feet, to avoid looking at the scantily clad pair in the doorway. Keys took a moment to calm herself, before crying,

"Ohhhh! It's.......?"

"Snitch." Mint whispered in her ear, knowing her friend wasn't perfect with newsie names and faces. Yet.

"Snitch, I knew that." Keys said, not fooling anyone. "Snitch, it's okay." Keys resumed, trying to reassure the boy that it wasn't his fault. Snitch's head snapped up in shock that the barely dressed girls in front of him one, knew his name, and two, were being nice to him. Keys, noticing his shock, said, "Tell them we'll be back in a minute." Snitch nodded bewilderedly, with his mouth still opened in shock. Keys carefully turned him around, and gave him a light push toward the bedroom. When she turned back around, nearly exploding with excitement, and about to express this to Mint, she found the other girl was gone. After a few moments of searching, she found her in the closet.

"Look, you have to come out." Keys said, leaning against the door frame.

"No. I. Don't." Mint stated.

"O.K., tell you what, if you do not come out this instant, I'll go and tell Racetrack that, not only do you have like a bazillion pictures of him all over your walls, But I'll show him all of your fanfictions, and tell him that you have had a major crush on him for about five years now!"

"I'M OUT!" Yelled Mint, throwing herself out of the closet.

"I thought so." Keys said knowingly.

"Besides," Mint said, casually walking out of the room, "I think I saw Dave in there too."

"WHAT!?" Keys yelled, "Hey Mint, maybe I don't have to go in, you could bring my clothes out to me." Keys pleaded.

"Oh no you don't, if I'm going in there, so are you." Mint said, grabbing her best friend by her bikini straps, and halting her retreat.




7:48pm.




The two marched confidently toward the bedroom, and stopped at the closed door.

"Should we knock?" Keys asked.

"It's MY Room!" Mint responded.

"So no?" Keys asked, Mint sighed, and slowly pushed open the door. They were about to enter, when Keys held out her arm to stop Mint. They could hear the boys talking from where the stood, unnoticed.

"What do you mean they knew your name?" Race was asking.

"They called me Snitch, and I didn't tell them I was Snitch, they just knew." Snitch responded. Suddenly, the phone rang, both girls yelped as if they had been goosed. Keys looked at Mint in horror,

"Your mother!" She cried.

"Your momma!" Mint replied insulted.

"No on the phone you idiot!" Keys nearly yelled. Both girls scurried into the room, and came face to face with six shocked boys.

"Well, hello again ladies." Racetrack said smoothly, regaining his composure. Mint, temporarily ignoring everything else, flung herself across Racetrack's lap, slapped one hand over his mouth, and answered the phone with the other. Keys put a finger to her lips, trying to keep everyone else quiet, as Mint said in a fake cheerful voice,

"Hello, Baker residence." She then listened, and shot a warning look at Keys, before replying,

"Hi Mom." Keys took the hint, seeing Snitch about to say something, she leapt forward, and shoved her hand over his mouth, before he could utter a sound.

"No Mom, no ones here... Yes I fed the dog... No... Of course... Okay Mom... I love you to... Bye!" She said, before hanging up, and falling back relieved. In doing this she ended up fully on top of Race, who did not seem to mind.

Keys released Snitch, and gathered two sets of clothes off of the floor, where the girls had left them when they went out to get a tan earlier that evening. Everyone remained still for a trice.

"I don't know if this has already been asked, but, why are you in your underwear?" Dave asked. Mint jumped up, and both girls began to blush.

"Oh, good goin' Dave!" Race said, causing a darker stain to grow on Mint's cheeks and forehead.

"Ummm...." Keys said.

"We'll be right back." Mint mumbled quickly, grabbing Keys' wrist, and dragging her out of the room.

Once they were fully dressed, the girls, once again, stood in front of the door.

"This hasn't gone quite right." Keys said.

"Nope." Mint replied.

"They are sooooo cute." Keys said dreamily.

"Yeah." Mint replied, "Can we keep them?" She asked hopefully.

"You can keep ME!" A voice behind the door, obviously belonging to Race, called, once again causing a blush to rise on the faces of both girls, who hadn't known the boys could hear them. They waited for the blush to fade, before stepping into the room.

"Well that's... sorta better... I guess." Dave said.

"NO IT'S NOT!" Racetrack exploded. The girls looked down at the outfits they were waring. Mint had on denim shorts, and a tie-die tank top, while Keys wore, a white tube top, and green overall shorts, with two red underwear straps peeking over the top of either side.

"Is there something wrong with what were waring?" Keys asked genuinely confused.

"YES!" Race said disappointed, "It's not what you had on before."

"Oh, and what they have on now isn't good enough for you?" Asked Specs.

"NO!" Race and Jack replied at the same time.

"Quick question," Mint said, "Why is he tied up on the floor?" She asked, pointing at Dutchy, who was staring into space.

"He was spazing, and we didn't want him to hurt himself, or others." Dave replied.

"Well, what happened to his face?" Keys asked, looking at the ugly bruise forming on his forehead.

"He got into a fight." Race said seriously, "The floor won." He finished, quite to the amusement of the rest of the boys, minus Dutchy, who was trying to look indignant.

"Awwwww!" Both girls said sympathetically.

"Where are we?" Snitch asked suddenly.

"Where were you when you started?" Keys asked.

"The basement of the Newsboys Lodging House in Manhattan New York." Dave responded.

"What year?" Mint asked.

"Ahh, 1899." Specs replied slowly.

"HOLY SHIT!" Mint exclaimed, causing the boys to looked shocked.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked.

"How did you get here?" Keys questioned him.

"Well, there was this hole in the basement, and one by one we all came through looking for each other." Jack answered.

"So let me get this strait." Mint said. "You all just walked through a hole in the basement, without even a second thought?" She asked in disbelief.

"Well not all of us." Specs replied, looking first at Dutchy, and then at Dave.

"Oh Yeah!" Dave said, before proceeding to smack Jack upside the head. Jack smiled sheepishly, and rubbed his head ruefully.

"Sorry Dave." He murmured. The girls looked confused. Specs enlightened them,

"Jack pushed Dave head first into the hole." He said smirking. The girls looked at each other knowingly, then each smacked Jack upside the head.

"Hey!" Jack wined.

"You still haven't told us where we are." Dave said.

"Maybe you had better sit down." Mint said. The boys obliged, and Keys answered,

"You are currently in upstate New York, about four hours from the city." Then Mint continued,

"Today's date, is July 14, 2003." They looked at her in disbelief, until she produced a calender.

"So we, went into a giant mouse hole, in the basement of the lodging house, and came out in a closet, over one hundred years in the future?" Dave asked.

"I guess so." Mint said.

"HOLY SHIT!" Specs exclaimed.




A/N [2]:

(Snitch walks on eating artificially flavored imitation snitch in a can.)

Ink: That's disturbing.

Fidget: I want some!

(She tries to steal the food, but Snitch attacks her with his spork.)

Fidget: Ouch!

Ink: Is that auto-cannibalism?

Fidget: Now what are the Giant Snitch Eating Mice gonna eat?

Ink: What are you doing out here, your grounded!

Fidget: For what!

Ink: You stole the weinermobiel and broke it!

Fidget: Jack and Dave are fixing it!

(Jack comes out on stage)

Jack: Ink where does this go?

Ink: It's the HUBCAP!!!!!

Jack: And...
(Ink yells at Fidget)

Ink: See what you've done!

(Fidget pouts.)

Ink: Don't even.

(Ink points, and Fidget stomps off.)

Jack: Guys, wait, I still need to know where this goes!

(He runs off after the girls.)

Race: Guys... Guys... okay, now I'm getting a wedgie.



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Shoutouts!



Nakaia Aidan-Sun~

Ink: As Fidget is not in the shoutout mood, she says umm, and that is all. I on the other hand, am much more articulate than that at this particular moment in time. Therefore I say unto you, Thank you for the review that you have so graciously bestowed upon us, we are honored that you so enjoy our tale, and we are anxiously awaiting your reaction to this, our newest installment. Once again, Thank you.



SpecsGlasses~

Ink: Dude, that review was very interesting, but we seriously need further details.

Fidget: Yeah, what position did you and Dutchy end up in exactly?

Ink: You think we're funny and interesting!

Fidget: And you must be psychic, cause you know everything.

Ink: Five bucks says she was right.

Fidget: Your on!

Ink: We love your reviews.

Fidget: Thanks for reviewing!



Shadowlands~

Ink: Now we've got you saying Ranch!

Fidget: Success!

Ink: Dude, that is one hell of a gun.

Fidget: Oh, Oh, Oh, I want one!

Ink: NO!

Fidget: How come?

Ink: Why can't you have a super ultra gamma ray laser-taser bubble gun?

Fidget: Yeah?

(Ink lunges at Fidget and the two get into an all out English sissy fight. Muses break them up and sit on them.)

Ink: Umm... please review?

Fidget: Ranch : P



Obsessed wit Aaron Lohr~

(Fidget skips around, happily singing Christmas carols and throwing holly around the room.)

Fidget: The holly and the Itey when they were first full grown...

Ink: It's supposed to be the holly and the ivy.

Fidget: So?

Ink: Fidget you can't take a song that is probably over one hundred years old and rewrite it.

(Fidget stops skipping for a brief moment, contemplates what her best friend has just said, then continues to sing and skip. Ink chases her off.)

Ink: Review please!

Fidget: Help, I'm gonna die!

Ink: Not if you STOP SINGING!

Fidget: Thanks for the review!



Saturday~

(Fidget drives by in the weinermobiel which she never gave back despite Ink's pestering.)

Fidget: Weiners! Weiners for everyone!

Ink: Thank you for the review, we enjoy being spazes, and I'm glad that that fact amuses someone.

(A siren is heard in the background.)

Fidget: Ha! Jack, I'm not falling for that one again.

(A police car is seen coming out on stage.)

Fidget: They've found me!!!!

(Fidget speeds off stage, dust is seen. The police car turns around to reveal Jack carrying a flat one sided car, he gives a thumbs up.)

Ink: Ummmm......

(A large crash is heard.)

Race(Still in the rafters) Was that Fidget?

(Fidget runs on stage holding only a steering wheel.)

Ink: Please review, I have to go hire a lawyer and kill Fidget.

Race: Run Fidget run, thanks again for reviewing.




Cheese-Doodles-Are-Yummy~

(Fidget runs around the stage with a bowl in her hands)

Ink: Fidget, what are you doing?

Fidget: Getting ready to catch the cheese doodles.

Ink: Why do I ask? I really love your pen name, cheese doodles are yummy!

(She looks over at Fidget.)

Ink: *sigh* Fidget the cheese doodles aren't coming, she threw them days ago.

(All of a sudden cheese doodles rain down from everywhere. Fidget sits down in a giant pile of cheese doodles and grins.)

Ink: Thanks for the review.

Fidget: And for the cheese doodles!