Later that day, Weasel had all the boys gather together to work the whole thing out.
"Ok ya' twerps-GAH!-I mean boys," began Weasel. "Since Oscar and Morris's dad wants to see a perfect environment, we all need to make everything clean. That means we all need to clean up, get our acts together, and get along like if we were a big happy family. Got it?"
"But we can't do dat," whined Snipeshooter. "dose Delancys ain't no family to us." "Sorry Snipes, but we got to" said Les. "My brother told me everything." "Ok boys" Weasel exclaimed, "let's get started."
"The 1st thing we got to practice is our dialogue. If we want to impress Mr. Delancy, you brats need to NOT act like brats and get along like good friends" explained Weasel. The other Newsies gagged like Jack, David, and the Delancy Bros. did before. "My sentiments exactly, but we gots ta'" said Jack. "Correct wise guy, so why don't you be the 1st to demonstrate how we should all act. C'mon up Morris."
Morris and Jack stared each other directly in the eyes when they got up. They contemplated starting another one of their infamous squabbles, but ol' Weazy had to hold them back. "Ey ey! I said no fighting; we're supposed to get along, remember?"
"Ok fine." Said Morris. "Good, so cowboy, why don't you say something nice to Morris?" "Ok. Morris…" Jack began, "you look like a million bucks wit all dat doity facial hair." "Whaddya say to me?" scowled Morris. "Seriously man, ya look like a real "gentleman"" taunted Jack, pulling down one of his eyelids like one of those anime characters and sticking his tongue out. Morris was getting really pissed off at that point. He began to lunge at Jack, but landed on his face when Jack moved out of the way. The Newsies began to laugh uncontrollably. Weasel watched all this and sighed to himself. 'This is going to be tougher than I thought' he thought to himself.
Practicing table manners weren't any better. Racetrack refused to let go of his cigar even when he was told Mr. Delancy thinks smoking is evil and that he shall not smoke even one cigar during his visit. "C'mon yer honah', what's wrong wit seein' at least one devil from hell at da table?" said Race. And you should've seen them practicing their eating: all the little kids were throwing their mashed potatoes, Pie Eater slammed his face into the cherry pie (hence the name "Pie Eater"), and Oscar didn't bother using his napkin. Looks like Weasel was right, this WAS going to be tougher than he thought.