Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. I own Fantasy and the Chicago newsies,
everyone else owns them selves.
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Rave, Atlantic, and Fantasy walked through the door and into a room full of the newsies.
"Wheah were you?" Jack asked.
"Sellin'. Took us forevah. How come ya ain't out sellin' the night edition?" Rave asked.
"We're at war." Jack said.
"Sorry, what was dat? I thought ya jus' said we're at war." Rave said.
"Dat's 'cause he did." Spot said.
"We're at WAR? Wit who?" Atlantic asked.
"Da Chicago newsies." Racetrack said. "Dey hate us, in case ya didn't notice."
"We noticed." Rave mumbled.
"Alright, so look. Nobody can be out by dem selves. Ya know how dese wars woik. Dey hoit however dey find, so ya gotta be with at least one person. And get home before it gets dark out, especially you little kids." Jack said. "And if ya find anyone you can outnumbah, hoit 'em. Everyone, get ta bed. Anyone oldah den fifteen, come wit me. We need ta come up wit a plan."
"So can I come, or no?" Rave asked.
"No, yer too young, Rave." Jack said. "Sixteen or oldah."
"Yer KIDDIN' me Jack!" Cocky cried out.
"I ain't." Jack said. "Why don't ya get da little ones ta sleep?"
The six girls who had to stay behind, along with the two boys who had to, stood staring after the rest of the newsies heading to the lounge on the first floor.
When Atlantic passed, though, she whispered to Fantasy and Rave. "I'll tell ya everything, and we can figure somethin' out."
And then they were gone.
"Well, I feel wanted." Cocky said.
"Yeah, Jack always knows what ta say ta make sure of dat, doesn't he?" Rain asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, well, he left us behind, too." Boots said, pointing to him and Tumbler.
"Ya ain't old enough, Boots." Fantasy said, mimicking Jack.
Boots frowned. "Well, neither are you!" He turned around, grabbed Tumbler, and headed to his room. He spoke to Tumbler but made sure the girls heard him. "Yer comin' ta my room. Ya don't wanna get stuck wit GOILS."
"GROW UP, BOOTS!" Rave shouted after him.
"What are we gonna do now?" Eraser asked. "I ain't goin' ta bed, it's not even seven yet!"
"We could go get somethin' ta eat." Rain suggested.
"From wheah?" Sparrow asked.
Rain shrugged. "Da little restaurant thing in da hotel."
"Da one by da longue?" Cocky said darkly.
Fantasy's eyes opened wide. "Dat's it!"
"What's it?" Eraser asked.
"My room is on da foist floor." Fantasy said.
"Yeah, and so is ours." Rave said, nodding at Rain. "We have da same room, Fantasy."
"Yeah, a room right next ta da longue." Fantasy said, eyes sparkling.
"Right, and what about it?" Cocky said.
"Well, we could spy on 'em." Fantasy said. "I mean,we jus' need to be able ta hear 'em..."
"What does dat have ta do with out room?" Rave asked, eyebrow raised.
"Dere's a vent in our room, right next ta da door." Fantasy said. When nobody responded, she sighed. "We can listen through it."
"Dat wouldn't woik." Rave said. "Dey ain't loud enough."
"It might." Sparrow said.
"Thank you." Fantasy said.
"How would it woik?" Rain asked. "Dey're too far away."
"Dey're right, ya know." Eraser said.
Fantasy sighed. "We need ta think of somethin'. I hate how dey say we're too young."
"Well, there ARE a few rathah large fake trees around da lounge dat we could hide behind." Cocky said, smiling.
The other five girls grinned.
"Sounds good ta me." Rave said.
"Come on, before we miss everything." Rain said, and the girls walked down the stairs, tip-toeing once they reached the first floor. There were four large trees and two, smaller bushes for them to hide behind.
"It's a good thing all dere backs are to us." Rave whispered to Fantasy. She nodded.
"Da bushes are really close ta them." Sparrow said. "Maybe everyone should hide behind da trees."
Fantasy shook her head. "I'll go ovah to the bushes. Even if you can't hear, I'll be able to."
"I'll go ta the othah one." Rave said.
"Be careful!" Cocky whispered to them as Fantasy and Rave crawled towards the bushes. Fortunately, no one saw them.
"Can ya heah what dey're sayin'?" Fantasy whispered to Rave.
"Yeah." Rave said. "Now shh, I'm tryin' ta listen..."
~*~
The next morning, Fantasy was heading out the door on her way to the distribution office. She had been a little late in getting up, so everyone had left before her. Or so she had thought.
"Fantasy! Fantasy, wait up!" a voice called from behind. Fantasy turned around and saw Racetrack walking towards her. "Ya took long enough."
"Whatta you doin' heah, Race?" she asked.
"Ya hoid Jack last night, no one goes anywhere by demselves." Race said.
"Even during da day?" Fantasy asked.
"Nevah been in a war, huh?" Racetrack asked. "Trust me, ya NEVAH want ta be by yerself."
"Well, thanks fer waitin'. I wouldn't 'a taken so long if I knew youse were here."
"Ah, no big deal." Race said. "Ya jus' owe me a game of poker."
Fantasy rolled her eyes. "Sure, Race."
"Come on, before dey sell out." Race said, and he opened the door for her.
"Thanks, Race. Yer such a gentleman." Fantasy said sarcastically.
"I know, ain't I?" Race said, smirking.
They started walking, but after five minutes, Racetrack practically started running, trying to get there sooner, wondering if anything would happen- or was happening right now.
"Race, slow down!" Fantasy called out.
"Go faster, Fantasy! Somethin' might be happenin'!"
Fantasy rolled her eyes but started running, too. When they finally reached the distribution center, they saw that the Chicago newsies weren't even there yet.
"Least we got exercise, huh, Race?" Fantasy said.
Race smiled at her. "Yeah, it's a good thing, too. You needed it."
"Race!" Fantasy said, laughing a little.
"Come on." Race said, and they walked over to join the group of newsies gathered outside the gates. "Whatcha waitin' for, fellahs?"
"Good, yer heah." Jack said.
"Yeah, dis one took a long time." Race said, nodded at Fantasy.
"Sorry." Fantasy answered.
"Don't mattah. Look, Fantasy, we'se got somethin' ta do taday. If ya wanna sell, ya can. But ya don't have ta." Jack said.
Fantasy nodded and walked over to Rave and Atlantic. "Why ain't we sellin'?"
"Dey need ta plan somethin'." Rave said. "And dey won't let us goils jelp 'em."
"Which is good, 'cause we gotta go meet da guys at Donavan's." Atlantic said. "Come on, dey might have news."
Rave rolled her eyes but lead the other two girls to Donavan's. Brogue, Sky, and Hope were already inside why they got there. The three girls joined them.
"Heya." Fantasy said, sitting down in a chair.
"You have any news?" Sky asked.
"Yeah. But all dey're doin' for now is lookin' for small groups of ya ta gang up on." Rave said.
"Ay, and the same for us." Brogue said. "We need to be comin' up with a way to stop this all."
"No kiddin'." Rave exclaimed.
"But how?" Hope asked.
Nobody knew, and the group fell silent.
The group outside, however was not quiet. Without the girls' knowing, Racetrack and Skittery had followed them to the restaurant, Jack's orders. The boys were not to let any girls be on their own, no matter if it was a big group or not. And when the two saw the girls talking to Chicago newsies, they were amazed.
"Can you believe dat? Dey're talkin' to da enemy!" Racetrack shouted.
"We should tell Jack." Skittery said, still staring in the restaurant.
"We'll talk ta dem, and then we'll go tell Jack." Race said, and he barged into the restaurant.
The group looked up at the door, and the three girls' eyes widened and they all stood up.
"Race!" Fantasy said.
"What are ya doin'?" Race shouted. "Do ya know who you're talkin' to?!"
"Yeah, we ain't stupid ya know." Rave said.
Atlanitc groaned. "Not right now, Rave."
"Well, what are ya doin'?" Skittery asked.
"I know dis looks bad..." Fantasy started.
"Yeah it looks bad!" Race said.
"Listen, Race. Please. We're only tryin' ta stop da war. Dey don't like it, either." Fantasy said. "We were talkin' yesterday, and when we got back and den we found out dat ya wanted ta go ta war, none of us wanted it."
"How do I know dat's da truth, you ain't jus' tellin' 'em our plans." Race asked.
"Why would we do dat? You're our friends, we don't want ya hoit." Atlantic said.
"Look, I'm sorry that we all hated you. It wasn't fair, we didn't know you. But we got to know these three a little yesterday, and realized we were wrong. We don't want to fight against them, but we can't go against our friends, either. We don't want this war." Sky said.
"I think dey're tellin' da truth, Race." Skittery said.
Race nodded. "Alright. We won't tell Jack."
Fantasy smiled. "Thanks, Race!" She ran up to him and hugged him, and did the same to Skittery.
"Ya know, we could use some help." Rave said, glancing over at the Race and Skittery.
Race smirked. "Good thing we're heah, den."
Brogue stood up. "Welcome to the conspiracy."
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Right. So yeah, not my best, but it got it's point across, anyway. I hope... hehe. Anyway, now Race and Skittery are on their side!!! I actually wasn't going to do that, but I figured that it would be better that way. The next chapter will be good, though. The first person will get hurt!! Dun dun dun!! Ok, now review!!!
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Rave, Atlantic, and Fantasy walked through the door and into a room full of the newsies.
"Wheah were you?" Jack asked.
"Sellin'. Took us forevah. How come ya ain't out sellin' the night edition?" Rave asked.
"We're at war." Jack said.
"Sorry, what was dat? I thought ya jus' said we're at war." Rave said.
"Dat's 'cause he did." Spot said.
"We're at WAR? Wit who?" Atlantic asked.
"Da Chicago newsies." Racetrack said. "Dey hate us, in case ya didn't notice."
"We noticed." Rave mumbled.
"Alright, so look. Nobody can be out by dem selves. Ya know how dese wars woik. Dey hoit however dey find, so ya gotta be with at least one person. And get home before it gets dark out, especially you little kids." Jack said. "And if ya find anyone you can outnumbah, hoit 'em. Everyone, get ta bed. Anyone oldah den fifteen, come wit me. We need ta come up wit a plan."
"So can I come, or no?" Rave asked.
"No, yer too young, Rave." Jack said. "Sixteen or oldah."
"Yer KIDDIN' me Jack!" Cocky cried out.
"I ain't." Jack said. "Why don't ya get da little ones ta sleep?"
The six girls who had to stay behind, along with the two boys who had to, stood staring after the rest of the newsies heading to the lounge on the first floor.
When Atlantic passed, though, she whispered to Fantasy and Rave. "I'll tell ya everything, and we can figure somethin' out."
And then they were gone.
"Well, I feel wanted." Cocky said.
"Yeah, Jack always knows what ta say ta make sure of dat, doesn't he?" Rain asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, well, he left us behind, too." Boots said, pointing to him and Tumbler.
"Ya ain't old enough, Boots." Fantasy said, mimicking Jack.
Boots frowned. "Well, neither are you!" He turned around, grabbed Tumbler, and headed to his room. He spoke to Tumbler but made sure the girls heard him. "Yer comin' ta my room. Ya don't wanna get stuck wit GOILS."
"GROW UP, BOOTS!" Rave shouted after him.
"What are we gonna do now?" Eraser asked. "I ain't goin' ta bed, it's not even seven yet!"
"We could go get somethin' ta eat." Rain suggested.
"From wheah?" Sparrow asked.
Rain shrugged. "Da little restaurant thing in da hotel."
"Da one by da longue?" Cocky said darkly.
Fantasy's eyes opened wide. "Dat's it!"
"What's it?" Eraser asked.
"My room is on da foist floor." Fantasy said.
"Yeah, and so is ours." Rave said, nodding at Rain. "We have da same room, Fantasy."
"Yeah, a room right next ta da longue." Fantasy said, eyes sparkling.
"Right, and what about it?" Cocky said.
"Well, we could spy on 'em." Fantasy said. "I mean,we jus' need to be able ta hear 'em..."
"What does dat have ta do with out room?" Rave asked, eyebrow raised.
"Dere's a vent in our room, right next ta da door." Fantasy said. When nobody responded, she sighed. "We can listen through it."
"Dat wouldn't woik." Rave said. "Dey ain't loud enough."
"It might." Sparrow said.
"Thank you." Fantasy said.
"How would it woik?" Rain asked. "Dey're too far away."
"Dey're right, ya know." Eraser said.
Fantasy sighed. "We need ta think of somethin'. I hate how dey say we're too young."
"Well, there ARE a few rathah large fake trees around da lounge dat we could hide behind." Cocky said, smiling.
The other five girls grinned.
"Sounds good ta me." Rave said.
"Come on, before we miss everything." Rain said, and the girls walked down the stairs, tip-toeing once they reached the first floor. There were four large trees and two, smaller bushes for them to hide behind.
"It's a good thing all dere backs are to us." Rave whispered to Fantasy. She nodded.
"Da bushes are really close ta them." Sparrow said. "Maybe everyone should hide behind da trees."
Fantasy shook her head. "I'll go ovah to the bushes. Even if you can't hear, I'll be able to."
"I'll go ta the othah one." Rave said.
"Be careful!" Cocky whispered to them as Fantasy and Rave crawled towards the bushes. Fortunately, no one saw them.
"Can ya heah what dey're sayin'?" Fantasy whispered to Rave.
"Yeah." Rave said. "Now shh, I'm tryin' ta listen..."
~*~
The next morning, Fantasy was heading out the door on her way to the distribution office. She had been a little late in getting up, so everyone had left before her. Or so she had thought.
"Fantasy! Fantasy, wait up!" a voice called from behind. Fantasy turned around and saw Racetrack walking towards her. "Ya took long enough."
"Whatta you doin' heah, Race?" she asked.
"Ya hoid Jack last night, no one goes anywhere by demselves." Race said.
"Even during da day?" Fantasy asked.
"Nevah been in a war, huh?" Racetrack asked. "Trust me, ya NEVAH want ta be by yerself."
"Well, thanks fer waitin'. I wouldn't 'a taken so long if I knew youse were here."
"Ah, no big deal." Race said. "Ya jus' owe me a game of poker."
Fantasy rolled her eyes. "Sure, Race."
"Come on, before dey sell out." Race said, and he opened the door for her.
"Thanks, Race. Yer such a gentleman." Fantasy said sarcastically.
"I know, ain't I?" Race said, smirking.
They started walking, but after five minutes, Racetrack practically started running, trying to get there sooner, wondering if anything would happen- or was happening right now.
"Race, slow down!" Fantasy called out.
"Go faster, Fantasy! Somethin' might be happenin'!"
Fantasy rolled her eyes but started running, too. When they finally reached the distribution center, they saw that the Chicago newsies weren't even there yet.
"Least we got exercise, huh, Race?" Fantasy said.
Race smiled at her. "Yeah, it's a good thing, too. You needed it."
"Race!" Fantasy said, laughing a little.
"Come on." Race said, and they walked over to join the group of newsies gathered outside the gates. "Whatcha waitin' for, fellahs?"
"Good, yer heah." Jack said.
"Yeah, dis one took a long time." Race said, nodded at Fantasy.
"Sorry." Fantasy answered.
"Don't mattah. Look, Fantasy, we'se got somethin' ta do taday. If ya wanna sell, ya can. But ya don't have ta." Jack said.
Fantasy nodded and walked over to Rave and Atlantic. "Why ain't we sellin'?"
"Dey need ta plan somethin'." Rave said. "And dey won't let us goils jelp 'em."
"Which is good, 'cause we gotta go meet da guys at Donavan's." Atlantic said. "Come on, dey might have news."
Rave rolled her eyes but lead the other two girls to Donavan's. Brogue, Sky, and Hope were already inside why they got there. The three girls joined them.
"Heya." Fantasy said, sitting down in a chair.
"You have any news?" Sky asked.
"Yeah. But all dey're doin' for now is lookin' for small groups of ya ta gang up on." Rave said.
"Ay, and the same for us." Brogue said. "We need to be comin' up with a way to stop this all."
"No kiddin'." Rave exclaimed.
"But how?" Hope asked.
Nobody knew, and the group fell silent.
The group outside, however was not quiet. Without the girls' knowing, Racetrack and Skittery had followed them to the restaurant, Jack's orders. The boys were not to let any girls be on their own, no matter if it was a big group or not. And when the two saw the girls talking to Chicago newsies, they were amazed.
"Can you believe dat? Dey're talkin' to da enemy!" Racetrack shouted.
"We should tell Jack." Skittery said, still staring in the restaurant.
"We'll talk ta dem, and then we'll go tell Jack." Race said, and he barged into the restaurant.
The group looked up at the door, and the three girls' eyes widened and they all stood up.
"Race!" Fantasy said.
"What are ya doin'?" Race shouted. "Do ya know who you're talkin' to?!"
"Yeah, we ain't stupid ya know." Rave said.
Atlanitc groaned. "Not right now, Rave."
"Well, what are ya doin'?" Skittery asked.
"I know dis looks bad..." Fantasy started.
"Yeah it looks bad!" Race said.
"Listen, Race. Please. We're only tryin' ta stop da war. Dey don't like it, either." Fantasy said. "We were talkin' yesterday, and when we got back and den we found out dat ya wanted ta go ta war, none of us wanted it."
"How do I know dat's da truth, you ain't jus' tellin' 'em our plans." Race asked.
"Why would we do dat? You're our friends, we don't want ya hoit." Atlantic said.
"Look, I'm sorry that we all hated you. It wasn't fair, we didn't know you. But we got to know these three a little yesterday, and realized we were wrong. We don't want to fight against them, but we can't go against our friends, either. We don't want this war." Sky said.
"I think dey're tellin' da truth, Race." Skittery said.
Race nodded. "Alright. We won't tell Jack."
Fantasy smiled. "Thanks, Race!" She ran up to him and hugged him, and did the same to Skittery.
"Ya know, we could use some help." Rave said, glancing over at the Race and Skittery.
Race smirked. "Good thing we're heah, den."
Brogue stood up. "Welcome to the conspiracy."
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Right. So yeah, not my best, but it got it's point across, anyway. I hope... hehe. Anyway, now Race and Skittery are on their side!!! I actually wasn't going to do that, but I figured that it would be better that way. The next chapter will be good, though. The first person will get hurt!! Dun dun dun!! Ok, now review!!!