Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, or any of the people, places (in short: anything) associated with it. I also don't own Iris, Quotes, Candy, Bailey or Duckie.

Author's notes: So, finally a chapter with our favourite newsies! If you haven't guessed by now Manhattan and Brooklyn newsies have become rivals, enemies, what have you…. More information will come as necessary. (I, iv)

Chapter Three:

The Manhattan boys, and a few girls, walked down the street rearranging their costumes as they went.

"We're all going to have a great time tonight!" Blink yelled his arm slung around Quotes, who smiled at the suggestion.

"And you," he continued, pointing at his friend Mush. "You are going to have so much fun you're going to forget all about Candy!"

"No, not me." Mush insisted. "My heart is heavy with pain from Candy's refusal!" the boys all sniggered at Mush's words.

"Please, Mush…" shouted Racetrack rolling his eyes. "You're going to drink and dance. So get over your gal problems before you ruin the rest of our night." Dice slapped Race's arm at his suggestion that Mush was ruining his night. Race rubbed where she had hit him dully. "Borrow someone else's heart Mush, it'll solve all your problems!" He finished with a laugh.

"Right, borrow someone else's heart."

"Sure if love hurts you, hurt love back. Give your heart a kick to get it back into working order."

"I'll give your heart a kick, Race," Dice added idly.

"I have a feeling something bad is going to happen tonight." Mush sighed ignoring what Race had suggested.

"Oh. What makes you think that Mush?" Specs asked.

"A dream I had last night,"

"A dream Mush," Race started up again. The girls: Quotes, Duckie, Bailey and Dice all rolled their eyes, just knowing what was coming. "Well then I think that the Sandman has been playing tricks in your head. He's been leaving you dreams to make you melt, over lovey-dovey, love. And if he doesn't like you, he'll put blisters and bruises on your heart."

"Race, come on," Bailey said hugging Specs' arms as they walked on.

"Yeah," Mush added. "You're just talking nonsense."

"Exactly. I'm talking about dreams, which are all nonsense. So stop thinking about your dreams and start thinking about all the fun you're going to have!" Mush just nodded to avoid Racetrack jumping into another long speech, and to keep Dice from having to smack him again.

They soon reached Irving hall and were all awed by the spectacular decorations; the Brooklyn newsies sure had outdone themselves this time!