A/N: That's so cool, I've never gotten reviews before!! Heee. ::preens:: Thanks so much, you're all awesome! Sorry I haven't updated, I've been busy with finals and filling out college applications and all this other crap. Okay, okay, bad excuse. ::runs away::

We are all horrified, a pack of angry, hysterical, Newsie-craving mob of Mary-Sue haters. This adventure has brought nearly half of us to our knees, as one by one, we see our beloved boys give in to the Mary-Sue revolution.

Jack, Racetrack, and most of the newsies who already have their Mary-Sues have initialized the Mary-Sue launch sequence. Conveniently and sadly, this sequence consists of kissing the Mary-Sues while sort of "innocently" rubbing their backsides. 6 of us have begun to go into convulsions at the sight. The once-limp dreaded beauties with perfect personalities are now alive dreaded beauties with perfect personalities. They are about and walking, mocking us with their wondrously clear skin and perfectly sculpted bodies. How do they do that, anyway? You'd think once in a while they'd get a hangnail, but noo, even through running through filth and beating up evil newsies, not one nail is torn, or strand of hair astray.

It's amazing, really, that none of us have started to attack them. Oh never mind, this is a lie. A girl along, with the first unnamed girl have gone berserk and are starting to beat a Mary-Sue up. Racetrack is looking on with a mix of horror and what appears to be an inkling of turned-on-ness. Apparently, these attackers are great Racetrack enthusiasts.

Unfortunately, they have forgotten that Mary-Sues can do anything, which includes kicking fan fiction authors' butts, whether it is one at a time, or two in one shot. In fact, they can probably defeat entire armies at a time. Forget weapons of mass destruction, we ought to send Mary-Sues off to Afghanistan instead.

Thump.

Oh, dear.

We all rush over to the girls, who are currently shaking their fists in a menacing fashion at the perfect, dare we say it, female dog and shouting obscenities. Sadly, this has no effect on her. This must be one of the perfect ones who has total control over her temper and does not blow up at every gust of wind.

Kiwi fuzz.

She sticks her nose in the air with an audible humph, and taking Racetrack's arm, sweeps away. We are quite upset, but we take some consolation in the fact that Racetrack is looking back at us with a look of (could it be?) longing in his eyes.

The girls get up, brushing themselves off, still quite upset. "WE OUGHT TO SOAK HER!!" Says one.

"Yeah!! NO ONE messes with MY Race!!" Swears the other. She looks rather possessed. And as an afterthought, "oh, except for YOU of course," she says to the other author. The other looks a little disgruntled, but before she can open her mouth to say anything, we decide to do something about these Mary-Sues.

"We can't let them take over our boys! We MUST do something!" Says a girl, pointing her hand to the sky, rather like Jack.

Several girls tilt their heads upward to look at the sky.

She ignores these girls, apparently lost in deep thought. "We…" She trails off. "WE'LL GO ON STRIKE!!!"

We gasp. "What?" We ask her.

"We'll be like the boys!! Are we just going to let our creations take over the newsies, or are we going to strike?"

Before we can holler "STRIKE!!" like we are supposed to, we hear a familiar voice say, "Nevah feah, Brooklyn is heah!!"

"SPOT!!!!" About half of us are at our knees, thankful that Spot is here. Surely he is strong enough to withstand the awesome power of the Mary-Sues. Well.. he's gotta. He'll save us, and perhaps snog some of us within inches of our lives.

He comes hurtling out of the sky, seemingly out of no where, holding onto a cable pulley. Where did that come from? This is getting all too familiar. He kicks the backs of two newsies out of the way.

Oh, no. Could it be?

"Outta da way, punks. It's MY toin."

Apparently, it could be. And it will. How could he?? Doesn't he know how poisonous these monsters are?

A wretched sound is cutting through the air, making everyone stop short in their tracks. We realize it is coming from us. Spot was our last hope; without him, we're hardly anything! "NOOOO!!!!!!"

He turns around, a very aggravated look on his face. A collective sigh runs through our rag-tag, valiant group. Even though he's affiliating with the enemy and is angry with us, we obviously still think he is quite dishy. "He's SO sexy," murmurs one girl.

He smirks. Apparently, he heard her. "Whatsa mattah, it's my toin! Ya'll get yer turn soon enough."

Boys. So oblivious. And now he's gotten a girl who looks like a bimbo, but of course in terms of Mary-Sues, she would never be a bimbo. She would be a startlingly intellectual persona who initiates creative and insightful conversations that would make him stop and think and wonder what a wonderful, unusual girl she is, how different she is from "all the others." Not to mention, she'd be a great fighter that could kick his ass if she wanted to, but isn't going to. Of course, this is all speculation.

"That does it!!" Exclaims the girl, who has appointed herself leader. "We're going to strike against the Mary-Sues!!"

A/N: Wow, two updated stories in one night! I'm on a roll. I also need to go to bed. Excuse me if it's a bit short and repetitive, it's my brain talking. Also, if any of this offended anyone, I'm very sorry. You must remember, I am also a huge offender of the Mary-Sues. I just don't publish them anywhere for fear people will come at me with sticks and threaten to sic the red polka dotted stuffed elephants on me

You can see what I must live with, having my brain for a .. brain.