And this is the bunkroom."
"Nice..." Mary feigned excitement.
"So," She sat down on the nearest bunk, "Where's your fearless leader, Mack? Or whatever the hell his name is..."
"Jack. Jack Kelley. Well let's see," Racetrack pulled out a watch, "It's 7:03 so Jack should be coming right about---now." The newsies jumped up and ran to the window. Mary followed, not knowing exactly what was going on.
Outside the window, Jack was pretending to ride a nonexistent horse, rolling in the dirt, clicking his heels, etc.
"So, he does this all the time?" Mary asked.
"Yep, every night, he comes dancing into the square at seven o'three on the dot. You can set your watch by it." Boots replied, then turned back to the window. Well, he was in the back, and being a rather vertically challenged newsie, Boots had...issues....("C'mon fellas, move aside!! I'se can't see Jack's Nifty Santa Fe Dance (c)!! I never get to!! No fair! KLOPPMAN!!!")
The newsies all seemed quite interested, but Mary couldn't help but laugh.
(author's note~I WILL GET YOU MARY!!! YOU WILL LEARN TO LOOOOOVE THIS MOVIE!!)
"What a moron!" She laughed again.
Slowly the newsies turned and glared at her.
"That's Jack. And he looks just like hisself." Crutchy frowned and raised his crutch.
"C'mere ya rotten dirty scabber! I'll soak ya!" Spot popped out of nowhere, started jumping up and down and generally getting violent.
"We trusted you." Boots brushed the tears from his eyes. He was still upset over missing Jack's Nifty Santa Fe Dance (c)
"Nooooo! Don't hurt me!" Mary ran and hid behind a bunk, covering her eyes. When she looked up a few seconds later, the newsies were all at their bunks, talking and laughing.
"Hey Race, where's Jack?" One kid with an eyepatch on called from his bunk.
"Well, let's see....7:03 so Jack should be coming right about---now."
All of them bolted for the window.
"Wow..." Crutchy sighed, "I wish I could do Jack's Nifty Santa Fe Dance (c) Heck, I wish I could dance period."
"So do we Crutch, so do we." Mush touched his shoulder, then gazed back out the window, "But Jack's the only one who can legally do the dance. Ever since he copyrighted it...."
Mary rolled her eyes around and around and--okay enough--around in her head.
***THAT NIGHT***
Mary knelt down to say her prayers that night.
"...And please God, get me out of this parallel universe filled with newsie freaks. Amen. Goodnight Jack," She whispered to the guy in the top bunk.
"S'matta wich you..." He mumbled and turned over in his sleep.
"Goodnight Skittery." Mary whispered again.
"I didn't do it."
Mary jumped onto her bunk "NEWSIE-STAR! Goodnight God." Mary whispered again and closed her eyes.
A golden glow appeared next to the bed.
"Goodnight Mary."
Mary sat up, startled. A girl with golden brown braids, a newsie hat, a pale blue, off-the-shoulder prom dress and a silver wand appeared.
"Who are you?" Mary edged away a little.
"I'se your Newsie-Godmother. I'se sort of a mix of Cinderella, Caroline, the newsies and and Barbra Streisand. Which reminds me--DONCHA RAIN ON MY PARA-" The Caroline-look-alike started to break into song.
"But....why....?" Mary cut her off.
"Basically, your subconcious came up with me to help youse deal wit' bein' a newsie. Lord knows you needs it..." Caroline shifted in her dress and sat down on the end of the bunk.
"So...what do I do to get ZAP!ped out of here? What do I need to click my heels together or what?"
"No...wrong story heah. What you need to do to get ZAP!ped back to reality is learn to appreciate these guys, their talent and their hard woik. Get it?"
"Yes. I understand completely." Mary nodded.
"Good," Mary's newsie Godmother smiled and headed for the window. She turned back suddenly, "And stop talking weird! Lose da funny accent."
"I-I can do that." Mary caught herself immidietly, "I mean--I'se can do dat, no prob!"
"Caroline grinned again, then in a flash, was gone.
***
"Nice..." Mary feigned excitement.
"So," She sat down on the nearest bunk, "Where's your fearless leader, Mack? Or whatever the hell his name is..."
"Jack. Jack Kelley. Well let's see," Racetrack pulled out a watch, "It's 7:03 so Jack should be coming right about---now." The newsies jumped up and ran to the window. Mary followed, not knowing exactly what was going on.
Outside the window, Jack was pretending to ride a nonexistent horse, rolling in the dirt, clicking his heels, etc.
"So, he does this all the time?" Mary asked.
"Yep, every night, he comes dancing into the square at seven o'three on the dot. You can set your watch by it." Boots replied, then turned back to the window. Well, he was in the back, and being a rather vertically challenged newsie, Boots had...issues....("C'mon fellas, move aside!! I'se can't see Jack's Nifty Santa Fe Dance (c)!! I never get to!! No fair! KLOPPMAN!!!")
The newsies all seemed quite interested, but Mary couldn't help but laugh.
(author's note~I WILL GET YOU MARY!!! YOU WILL LEARN TO LOOOOOVE THIS MOVIE!!)
"What a moron!" She laughed again.
Slowly the newsies turned and glared at her.
"That's Jack. And he looks just like hisself." Crutchy frowned and raised his crutch.
"C'mere ya rotten dirty scabber! I'll soak ya!" Spot popped out of nowhere, started jumping up and down and generally getting violent.
"We trusted you." Boots brushed the tears from his eyes. He was still upset over missing Jack's Nifty Santa Fe Dance (c)
"Nooooo! Don't hurt me!" Mary ran and hid behind a bunk, covering her eyes. When she looked up a few seconds later, the newsies were all at their bunks, talking and laughing.
"Hey Race, where's Jack?" One kid with an eyepatch on called from his bunk.
"Well, let's see....7:03 so Jack should be coming right about---now."
All of them bolted for the window.
"Wow..." Crutchy sighed, "I wish I could do Jack's Nifty Santa Fe Dance (c) Heck, I wish I could dance period."
"So do we Crutch, so do we." Mush touched his shoulder, then gazed back out the window, "But Jack's the only one who can legally do the dance. Ever since he copyrighted it...."
Mary rolled her eyes around and around and--okay enough--around in her head.
***THAT NIGHT***
Mary knelt down to say her prayers that night.
"...And please God, get me out of this parallel universe filled with newsie freaks. Amen. Goodnight Jack," She whispered to the guy in the top bunk.
"S'matta wich you..." He mumbled and turned over in his sleep.
"Goodnight Skittery." Mary whispered again.
"I didn't do it."
Mary jumped onto her bunk "NEWSIE-STAR! Goodnight God." Mary whispered again and closed her eyes.
A golden glow appeared next to the bed.
"Goodnight Mary."
Mary sat up, startled. A girl with golden brown braids, a newsie hat, a pale blue, off-the-shoulder prom dress and a silver wand appeared.
"Who are you?" Mary edged away a little.
"I'se your Newsie-Godmother. I'se sort of a mix of Cinderella, Caroline, the newsies and and Barbra Streisand. Which reminds me--DONCHA RAIN ON MY PARA-" The Caroline-look-alike started to break into song.
"But....why....?" Mary cut her off.
"Basically, your subconcious came up with me to help youse deal wit' bein' a newsie. Lord knows you needs it..." Caroline shifted in her dress and sat down on the end of the bunk.
"So...what do I do to get ZAP!ped out of here? What do I need to click my heels together or what?"
"No...wrong story heah. What you need to do to get ZAP!ped back to reality is learn to appreciate these guys, their talent and their hard woik. Get it?"
"Yes. I understand completely." Mary nodded.
"Good," Mary's newsie Godmother smiled and headed for the window. She turned back suddenly, "And stop talking weird! Lose da funny accent."
"I-I can do that." Mary caught herself immidietly, "I mean--I'se can do dat, no prob!"
"Caroline grinned again, then in a flash, was gone.
***