A/N-hehe, I love reading your reviews!! I absolutely adore them!! It's so
great to have so much support. Ya know that warm and fuzzy feeling?
That's how I feel when I read my reviews!! Hehe. So anywho, I got this
chapter done at 1:00 this morning. . . I was surprised that I even finished
it. . . oh well. It's a little on the short side. . . but it's not
pointless. Actually, I think it might be my shortest chapter ever. Oh
well, it's short to match me! It's also mischievous, just like me.
Hehehehe. Alrighty, on with the story!
CHAPTER TWELVE: PERFECT, JUST PERFECT
Spot left the warehouse surprisingly early the next morning. In fact, it was so early that no one else in the warehouse was awake and when he stepped outside the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon. On his way to the bridge he stopped at the docks, his docks, the Brooklyn newsies docks, making sure they were in good condition. He smiled to himself, everything looked just perfect. Spot then began his journey over the bridge and into Jack's territory. By time he reached the newsboy lodging house, it was about the time that the newsies of Manhattan would be rising.
"Good morning Mr. Conlon" Kloppman greeted the Brooklyn leader in a surprised, but cheery tone.
"Heya Kloppman" Spot replied to the old man. "I'm jus gonna head up. Business" Kloppman nodded in understanding and Spot headed upstairs to the very busy and crowded bunkroom.
"Spot!" Race exclaimed with enthusiasm. "Yoah a little late. Ya see, da pokah game ended last. . ."
"Shaddup Race" Spot cut him off, almost in an irritated way. Race made a face at Spot's back and Spot looked around, finally catching sight of a red bandanna, Jack.
"Hey Jacky-boy" Spot greeted in his normal tone.
"Spot. . ." Jack said in surprise. "Ta what do I owe da hona?"
"Theah's gonna be a dock pahty tanight" Spot informed him with a grin.
"A dock pahty?"
"Yeah, a dock pahty" Spot repeated for his friend. "Live entahtainment and enough goils ta keep you'se happy da rest of yoah life and beyond."
"Sounds great" Jack replied with a grin to match Spot's. "I'm shoah theah's gonna be moah den jus dat. . ." Jack prompted.
"Yeah, theah will be. Everythin went jus great last nigh. It was jus poifect. I got everythin woiked out foah tanight. Yoah boys bettah be theah."
"We wouldn't dare miss it" Jack looked at his friend and the two leaders grinned. It was going to be a party to remember, in more ways then one.
"Well if it isn't Spot Conlon" a silky girl's voice said. Spot turned around to see a short girl with short black hair and fierce dark eyes, her right hand was wrapped in a bandage.
"Hey theah Scorch" he replied, still smiling.
"I couldn't help but ovah heah you'se two" she commented. "And I noticed ya invited Jack and his boys. But you'se said nothin bout da goils."
"Dat's because. . ." Spot fumbled for an excuse. "Dat's because I was gonna ask you'se poisonally ta invite da goils. If ya wouldn't mind dat is."
"We'd love ta be theah" Scorch said, a small smile creeping over her mouth. "I jus hope there'll be as many boys theah as you'se say theah will be goils."
"Of coise theah will be" Spot promised as he headed back to the stairs. "Well, I'll be seeing you'se guys. . ." he looked over at Scorch who was scowling slightly. "And goils tanight" and with a tip of his hat, Spot bounded down the stairs and out of the door, off to make the rest of the arrangements that would ensure that everything would be just perfect for tonight.
CHAPTER TWELVE: PERFECT, JUST PERFECT
Spot left the warehouse surprisingly early the next morning. In fact, it was so early that no one else in the warehouse was awake and when he stepped outside the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon. On his way to the bridge he stopped at the docks, his docks, the Brooklyn newsies docks, making sure they were in good condition. He smiled to himself, everything looked just perfect. Spot then began his journey over the bridge and into Jack's territory. By time he reached the newsboy lodging house, it was about the time that the newsies of Manhattan would be rising.
"Good morning Mr. Conlon" Kloppman greeted the Brooklyn leader in a surprised, but cheery tone.
"Heya Kloppman" Spot replied to the old man. "I'm jus gonna head up. Business" Kloppman nodded in understanding and Spot headed upstairs to the very busy and crowded bunkroom.
"Spot!" Race exclaimed with enthusiasm. "Yoah a little late. Ya see, da pokah game ended last. . ."
"Shaddup Race" Spot cut him off, almost in an irritated way. Race made a face at Spot's back and Spot looked around, finally catching sight of a red bandanna, Jack.
"Hey Jacky-boy" Spot greeted in his normal tone.
"Spot. . ." Jack said in surprise. "Ta what do I owe da hona?"
"Theah's gonna be a dock pahty tanight" Spot informed him with a grin.
"A dock pahty?"
"Yeah, a dock pahty" Spot repeated for his friend. "Live entahtainment and enough goils ta keep you'se happy da rest of yoah life and beyond."
"Sounds great" Jack replied with a grin to match Spot's. "I'm shoah theah's gonna be moah den jus dat. . ." Jack prompted.
"Yeah, theah will be. Everythin went jus great last nigh. It was jus poifect. I got everythin woiked out foah tanight. Yoah boys bettah be theah."
"We wouldn't dare miss it" Jack looked at his friend and the two leaders grinned. It was going to be a party to remember, in more ways then one.
"Well if it isn't Spot Conlon" a silky girl's voice said. Spot turned around to see a short girl with short black hair and fierce dark eyes, her right hand was wrapped in a bandage.
"Hey theah Scorch" he replied, still smiling.
"I couldn't help but ovah heah you'se two" she commented. "And I noticed ya invited Jack and his boys. But you'se said nothin bout da goils."
"Dat's because. . ." Spot fumbled for an excuse. "Dat's because I was gonna ask you'se poisonally ta invite da goils. If ya wouldn't mind dat is."
"We'd love ta be theah" Scorch said, a small smile creeping over her mouth. "I jus hope there'll be as many boys theah as you'se say theah will be goils."
"Of coise theah will be" Spot promised as he headed back to the stairs. "Well, I'll be seeing you'se guys. . ." he looked over at Scorch who was scowling slightly. "And goils tanight" and with a tip of his hat, Spot bounded down the stairs and out of the door, off to make the rest of the arrangements that would ensure that everything would be just perfect for tonight.
