"I can't take it any more!!! I'm gonna go whacko-smacko!!" Mary ran through Manhattan's streets, screaming.
"Mary? Mary shut up and pay attention." A voice from the sky called.
"Lord? Is that You?" Mary asked in her usual gullible way. She looked skyward.
"Uh.....no. It's Caroline."
A face appeared in a cloud--Caroline's. Mary shrieked.
"How--how did you do that?"
"I have my ways."
"Yeah, Race said you worked for the C.I.A...."
"Oh, uh that..." Caroline's cloud face looked flustered, "Well, I wouldn't believe everything Racetrack says...the guy dresses up in drag and does the hula for fun."
"Seriously?" Mary's jaw dropped.
"Yeah. But that's off subject. I don't think you're working very hard at appreciating the newsies. I mean, running through the streets screaming 'I'm whacko-smacko' isn't exactly going to earn you a whole lotta friends." Caroline scrunched up her eyebrows.
"Well, you tell me then. Just how DO I earn the friendship of these scumbucket street rats?" Mary sat down on the cobblestone.
"First of all, you don' call us scum and then you stop talking to the sky." Mary turned to see Spot and his entourage.
Mary groaned, and stood up. She found that she towered over this newsie.
"So, who you callin' scum, chick?" Spot said in a very sexy voice.
"Yeah, are youse cawlin' him scum?" A shorter newsie said, something to the effect of the Sopranos.
"You. And all you're idiot newsie friends." Mary rolled her eyes and turned to leave, but Spot caught hold of her sleeve.
"I don' think you knows who you talkin' to, girl."
"Yeah do you know who dis man is?" The short newsie in the black suit echoed.
"Shadup Tony." Spot whacked his shoulder.
"Awright, awright."
"I'se--" Spot was cut off by Tony again.
"Dis heah is da greatest newsie evah to run da Underwoild--Spot Conlon!!"
"Shadup Tony! And I'se don' run da Underwoild!"
"Awright, awright."
Mary studied Spot for a second. He was too cute to be running the Underworld....
"I'm Mary." She answered.
"She's Mary." Tony repeated.
"I gots ears!" Spot barked.
"He's got ears!" Tony shouted back at Mary.
"So, how'd ya get here, babe? You'se obviously not from around heah." Spot did his infamous smirk and crossed his arms.
"Well my friend Caroline is a newsie-lover who actually happens to work for the CIA and she was mad that I didn't love newsies to death so she ZAP!ped me here into this movie and she can see everything I do on tv and that's drivin' me crazy and Jack's a freaky dancer, Racetrack's an undercover agent and Blink's a ham." Mary said all in one breath.
Spot and Tony stared at her for a second. Spot turned to Tony.
"What'd she say?"
"Well--she did a little zip-zap--bada boom bada bing--Here she is, in a da flesh." Tony explained.
"Oh okay--I get it." Spot shrugged, "See ya around goil."
They started out for the circulation docks to meet up with Jack.
Mary watched them leave, then ran the other way.
"Mary? Mary shut up and pay attention." A voice from the sky called.
"Lord? Is that You?" Mary asked in her usual gullible way. She looked skyward.
"Uh.....no. It's Caroline."
A face appeared in a cloud--Caroline's. Mary shrieked.
"How--how did you do that?"
"I have my ways."
"Yeah, Race said you worked for the C.I.A...."
"Oh, uh that..." Caroline's cloud face looked flustered, "Well, I wouldn't believe everything Racetrack says...the guy dresses up in drag and does the hula for fun."
"Seriously?" Mary's jaw dropped.
"Yeah. But that's off subject. I don't think you're working very hard at appreciating the newsies. I mean, running through the streets screaming 'I'm whacko-smacko' isn't exactly going to earn you a whole lotta friends." Caroline scrunched up her eyebrows.
"Well, you tell me then. Just how DO I earn the friendship of these scumbucket street rats?" Mary sat down on the cobblestone.
"First of all, you don' call us scum and then you stop talking to the sky." Mary turned to see Spot and his entourage.
Mary groaned, and stood up. She found that she towered over this newsie.
"So, who you callin' scum, chick?" Spot said in a very sexy voice.
"Yeah, are youse cawlin' him scum?" A shorter newsie said, something to the effect of the Sopranos.
"You. And all you're idiot newsie friends." Mary rolled her eyes and turned to leave, but Spot caught hold of her sleeve.
"I don' think you knows who you talkin' to, girl."
"Yeah do you know who dis man is?" The short newsie in the black suit echoed.
"Shadup Tony." Spot whacked his shoulder.
"Awright, awright."
"I'se--" Spot was cut off by Tony again.
"Dis heah is da greatest newsie evah to run da Underwoild--Spot Conlon!!"
"Shadup Tony! And I'se don' run da Underwoild!"
"Awright, awright."
Mary studied Spot for a second. He was too cute to be running the Underworld....
"I'm Mary." She answered.
"She's Mary." Tony repeated.
"I gots ears!" Spot barked.
"He's got ears!" Tony shouted back at Mary.
"So, how'd ya get here, babe? You'se obviously not from around heah." Spot did his infamous smirk and crossed his arms.
"Well my friend Caroline is a newsie-lover who actually happens to work for the CIA and she was mad that I didn't love newsies to death so she ZAP!ped me here into this movie and she can see everything I do on tv and that's drivin' me crazy and Jack's a freaky dancer, Racetrack's an undercover agent and Blink's a ham." Mary said all in one breath.
Spot and Tony stared at her for a second. Spot turned to Tony.
"What'd she say?"
"Well--she did a little zip-zap--bada boom bada bing--Here she is, in a da flesh." Tony explained.
"Oh okay--I get it." Spot shrugged, "See ya around goil."
They started out for the circulation docks to meet up with Jack.
Mary watched them leave, then ran the other way.