Disclaimer: I own Jamie Conlon, Anna W owns Katie, oh I own Katie's dad,
Disney owns Newsies but they should open a rent-a-Newsie.
Anna W: Lol yes but Jamie wants to help his mum out so there isn't another mouth to feed... Although it's not the best way but he'll learn ^_^ it's sorta like that one saying like father like son 'cause there so much alike... Now I'm only gonna have trouble making up all the Manhattan boys since they're all gone. Damn.... ttyl!
Morning Dew: Spot's so adorable ^_^, Happy Birthday by the way (even if this chapter's not gonna be up for awhile). Here's the next chapter hope ya like it!
Spatz: Yes the scene in the morning is going to be very dramatic @_@ or not... Hmm... Depends on what mood I'm in. Yep Jamie's like the spitting image of Spot, the only trait he doesn't have would be being a womanizer.
Southern Spell: Thanks a bunch!
Thistle: yeah Jamie's being a bad kid right about now and Katie's gonna be heart broken. But that's just part of this dramatic story.
Spitfire: Thanks for the review!! Do you have any fanfic's up ^_^?
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Spot sat down on a chair catching his breath even though he wasn't breathing that hard. The strong smell of newly baked bread filled his senses and his stomach rumbled.
"Hungry?" Katie asked amusement in her voice.
"Yeah." Spot replied, in a second he was on the ground crouched behind a small table as the pounding footsteps of the cops were heard.
"Why are they chasing you?" She questioned when she got back, handing him a croissant; her father was going to be closing the bakery soon.
"Dey always chase us." Was the simple reply, along with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Chasing us?" She cocked her head to the side as if confused.
"Street rats, Newsboys, Factory kids, wudevah dey're callin' us." Spot stood up and walked towards the door nodding at her, "T'ank fer dah food."
"Your." Before she could finish speaking Spot took off out of the bakery in a blur of red and royal blue, "Welcome..." Katie finished dully.
"C'mon Katie we're closin'!" Her father bellowed, without another thought of the Newsboy she walked into the back brushing off her apron as she went.
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"Snitch!" Spot bellowed walking up to the thief. They were nearing the Brooklyn Bridge where they normally meet if a plan went wrong.
"Sowwy Spot dere was dis goil an'-"
"I had dah bulls chasin' meah ass all ovah Brooklyn."
"Ain't dat normal?" Snitch said grinning, the grin disappeared under Spot's intense glare,
"Look Brooklyn I'se got dah pocket watch an' dah money if dat's whoyt you'se is worried 'bout."
"Dah guy didn' 'ave a pocket watch Snitch." Spot replied with a raised eyebrow.
"Alright so I'se didn' get his money, but I'se still got some, an' a pocket watch on top a dat."
"I gid dah watch an' we'se split dah money." Spot stated.
"Whoyt?!"
"You'se hoid meah."
"Spot, I'se got dese t'ings by meahself. We'se can split dah money bu' I'se gid dah watch." Snitch protested doing the one thing that barely anyone dared to do, Spot's eyes flashed, the silver mist seemed to whirl and turn into a strong blizzard, which made Snitch take a step back.
"An' I'se had half of dah cops chasin' aftah meah."
"Only t'ree."
"How 'bout dis, you'se gots a t'ree second head start tah gid tah 'Hattan, if you'se make it dere you'se keep dah watch an' we'se split dah money. If I'se tackle you'se before you'se gid tah 'Hattan den I'se gid tah soak you'se an' gid dah pocket watch, den we'se can split dah money." Snitch hesitated for a second then handed over the watch, no way in hell was he going to try to race against Brooklyn, especially with a three second head start, he wouldn't be able to make it to the Brooklyn Bridge.
"Now lets split dah money." Snitch said trying to give a humorous grin even though he was slightly nervous. Spot patted him 'lightly' on the back with a smirk. The two of them sat on a nearby crate dumping out the money.
~*~*~*~*~*~ Okay that was a slightly odd end... I'm trying to get as many chapters up as possible before I go on vacation. And I'll admit I've had this done for a few days. well one or two. ^_^;;;. But finally I got to post it.
Anna W: Lol yes but Jamie wants to help his mum out so there isn't another mouth to feed... Although it's not the best way but he'll learn ^_^ it's sorta like that one saying like father like son 'cause there so much alike... Now I'm only gonna have trouble making up all the Manhattan boys since they're all gone. Damn.... ttyl!
Morning Dew: Spot's so adorable ^_^, Happy Birthday by the way (even if this chapter's not gonna be up for awhile). Here's the next chapter hope ya like it!
Spatz: Yes the scene in the morning is going to be very dramatic @_@ or not... Hmm... Depends on what mood I'm in. Yep Jamie's like the spitting image of Spot, the only trait he doesn't have would be being a womanizer.
Southern Spell: Thanks a bunch!
Thistle: yeah Jamie's being a bad kid right about now and Katie's gonna be heart broken. But that's just part of this dramatic story.
Spitfire: Thanks for the review!! Do you have any fanfic's up ^_^?
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Spot sat down on a chair catching his breath even though he wasn't breathing that hard. The strong smell of newly baked bread filled his senses and his stomach rumbled.
"Hungry?" Katie asked amusement in her voice.
"Yeah." Spot replied, in a second he was on the ground crouched behind a small table as the pounding footsteps of the cops were heard.
"Why are they chasing you?" She questioned when she got back, handing him a croissant; her father was going to be closing the bakery soon.
"Dey always chase us." Was the simple reply, along with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Chasing us?" She cocked her head to the side as if confused.
"Street rats, Newsboys, Factory kids, wudevah dey're callin' us." Spot stood up and walked towards the door nodding at her, "T'ank fer dah food."
"Your." Before she could finish speaking Spot took off out of the bakery in a blur of red and royal blue, "Welcome..." Katie finished dully.
"C'mon Katie we're closin'!" Her father bellowed, without another thought of the Newsboy she walked into the back brushing off her apron as she went.
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"Snitch!" Spot bellowed walking up to the thief. They were nearing the Brooklyn Bridge where they normally meet if a plan went wrong.
"Sowwy Spot dere was dis goil an'-"
"I had dah bulls chasin' meah ass all ovah Brooklyn."
"Ain't dat normal?" Snitch said grinning, the grin disappeared under Spot's intense glare,
"Look Brooklyn I'se got dah pocket watch an' dah money if dat's whoyt you'se is worried 'bout."
"Dah guy didn' 'ave a pocket watch Snitch." Spot replied with a raised eyebrow.
"Alright so I'se didn' get his money, but I'se still got some, an' a pocket watch on top a dat."
"I gid dah watch an' we'se split dah money." Spot stated.
"Whoyt?!"
"You'se hoid meah."
"Spot, I'se got dese t'ings by meahself. We'se can split dah money bu' I'se gid dah watch." Snitch protested doing the one thing that barely anyone dared to do, Spot's eyes flashed, the silver mist seemed to whirl and turn into a strong blizzard, which made Snitch take a step back.
"An' I'se had half of dah cops chasin' aftah meah."
"Only t'ree."
"How 'bout dis, you'se gots a t'ree second head start tah gid tah 'Hattan, if you'se make it dere you'se keep dah watch an' we'se split dah money. If I'se tackle you'se before you'se gid tah 'Hattan den I'se gid tah soak you'se an' gid dah pocket watch, den we'se can split dah money." Snitch hesitated for a second then handed over the watch, no way in hell was he going to try to race against Brooklyn, especially with a three second head start, he wouldn't be able to make it to the Brooklyn Bridge.
"Now lets split dah money." Snitch said trying to give a humorous grin even though he was slightly nervous. Spot patted him 'lightly' on the back with a smirk. The two of them sat on a nearby crate dumping out the money.
~*~*~*~*~*~ Okay that was a slightly odd end... I'm trying to get as many chapters up as possible before I go on vacation. And I'll admit I've had this done for a few days. well one or two. ^_^;;;. But finally I got to post it.
