Chapter Six: PG
The fellowship searched many hours for the girls' things.
"What so important that we have to search for so long… for?" asked a rather tired Sam.
"Well it has my envelpoe in it!" started Vanessa. (Envelpoe is OUR spelling on how to write envelope and yes it will have more importance later)
"And well our Lord of the Rings series,"
"As well as our fa-" Vanessa couldn't continue because Nicole slapped her hand over her mouth. Nicole then whispered in Vanessa's ear.
"Ex-nay on the fan-ic ay!"
"Oh right sorry!" Finally after four hours of searching they found their bags right under a bush, that Merry happened to be sitting beside.
"Merry! ARG!" Nicole yelled, she was becoming really pissed with this particular hobbit.
"Huh? What? Who? FOOD!" Merry was distracted and started to the smell of food.
"Merry… fool!" said Gandalf, starting to follow in the direction Merry, Pippin and Sam had run off in.
"What's so great about this envel… envelope?" asked Gimli.
"Oh… our envelope it's different then the envelpoe, but our envelope…it… um… it has pictures in it… of the movie about… you guys." Replied Vanessa rather sheepishly.
"WHAT!?!?" All of them stopped, including those who'd run off, who were now running back, at the mention of 'movie' and 'you'.
"Let me see!" Pippin grabbed the envelope and opened the flap. Merry then grabbed the contents and ran around Aragorn singing "I'se gots it! I'se gots it!" ova' and ova' again 'til da writa' goils realized dat dey was writin' in newsies toik! Oops… so den dey thought 'bout 'avin some newsies in heah and dats whats gonna 'appen! (But we won't talk like this anymore wipes brow on sleeve)
New York 1900
The Manhattan and the Brooklyn newsies were in a fight against the Bronx. The reason… they didn't even know. Both our favourite leaders stood on opposite sides of the docks (where they were fighting) and tried to look for any signs of defeat on either side. Jack watched as his newsies and friends got punched, kicked, bashed, smashed, lashed… well it didn't look too good. He remembered just a year ago how they had won the strike against Pulitzer. He watched as Spot, the Brooklyn newsie leader punched a Bronx leader in the eye. Spot looked over at Jack and gave a worried smile. Jack looked away trying to see if anyone else needed some help. Spot, on the other hand was not free to help anyone, because he was currently surrounded by three Bronx newsies. He backed away and came back to back with Racetrack the amazing, gambling, cigar smoking, Italian newsie.
"Hiya Race! How's our boys doin'?"
"A, Spot? Now's now not a good time to toik! I'se got two 'a dem on me ans my cigar is almost out! I'se stressed!"
"Hey! We'se need humour! We'se beat!" Just then one of the three newsies on Spot knocked him into a bunch of crate. Race was startled because one the toughest newsies all around got hit by one of the Bronx'! THE BRONX! He quickly back to reality, when the other two newsies that had been on Spot turned towards him. 'Oh great… four! FOUR! I can't even get one!' he took his cigar and threw it at one of their faces. Two of them went for his arms and held him down, as the third got ready to take him out cold.
Spot tried to get up out of the broken crates, but the other newsie kept coming! 'Oh great! Where are da bulls when you'se need 'em? Wait! But den I'se would get caught-" his thought was interrupted by a punch to his chin, knocking him up into the air and then flat on his back. BLACKNESS!
Race had worse when he was at the rally/riot last year, but this hurt. Three guys were enough! He tried to squirm out of the hard grasp but that just made them tighten it. He couldn't take it anymore, one more hit and he'd be out. The guys dropped him, making him fall to his knees. One newsies kicked him in the side. 'Oiy, ouch!' Also BLACKNESS! They threw him by Spot and left the two, unconscious.
When the guys woke up they were in a MAGICAL forest.