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: Um… no church. Didn't want to go there…. (II, iii)
Chapter Seven:
Mush dashed to the city hall to find the judge. It was very early still and Mush hoped against hope that the judge would be in.
Much knocked on the door many times repeatedly. The secretary had told him to just go in.
"Yes," came a voice from inside. Mush burst through the door in excitement.
"Judge Laurence, you have to marry me!" He shouted. The judge raised his eyebrow calmly.
"Well son, I'm afraid that just wouldn't be appropriate. My wife wouldn't approve."
"No. No. No. You have to marry me and my girlfriend.'
"Oh I see. And where is this young lady of yours?"
"She's coming, it's quite a ways from Brooklyn after all."
"From Brooklyn?" The judge looked over the boy carefully; his hat; his clothes; his shoes; his hands. "You're a newsie, aren't you?"
"Yeah,"
"From Manhattan?
"Yeah…."
"And you want me to marry you to a Brooklyn newsie?"
"Yeah…that's the plan." Mush just couldn't see what he was missing.
"Aren't you having some kind of war or something with them?"
"Yeah," Mush said disappointedly.
The judge thought this over for a second. The marriage might end the newsies war between Brooklyn and Manhattan…. 'This is fantastic!' he thought. 'Everyone will be so glad the fighting is over, and it will all be thanks to me!'
"Judge Laurence?" called a female voice from the door. The judge looked up; it was his secretary.
"Yes, Miss O'Brien?"
"There's a young boy and a young lady here to see you,"
"That's her!" Mush cried. The judge nodded.
"You two don't have an appointment, so we better do this quickly! Sent them in please."