Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies, Medieval Times, or any other media references I may make.

A/n: two points that have nothing to do with my story but that I want to bring to the attention of all. Ahem, Kyle is the best character in Shrek 2 and my dad used my picture of Itey as a pick! Poor Itey!

Chapter 10

Kid Blink's PoV

"Mush?" I stumbled around the storage room in search of him. "Mu-ush, where are yooouuuu???" I tripped, stubbed my toe, and fell into a box of glow-in- the-dark swords. I heard a crunching sound and in seconds they illuminated around my butt.

"Blink? What are you doing?" Mush appeared at the door. I guess he hadn't been in the storage room after all. I was going to kill Alaska.

"I don't know, looking for you?"

"Why in hell didn't you turn on the light?" he reached up and tugged a switch, filling the dinky room with light.

I shrugged. To be honest, I couldn't find it. "I don't know," I said again.

"Do you, uh, want to stand up?"

I realized that I was still sitting in the swords. Idiot.

"Yeah, I can do it." I tried standing, but ended up falling out of the box, bringing half a dozen glowing swords with me.

"Blink you are such a—"

Moron?

"—comedian."

Oh, so he thought I'd done it on purpose?

"But you're still cleaning this up."

I finally surveyed the whole room. It was the shell of one that had probably been meticulously organized and labelled. Lying on the floor was a crate of cardboard crowns and flags, no doubt from when I stubbed my toe. The shelves had several boxes of cards and party favours that had been tipped onto their sides. How could I have made such a mess already?

"Blink, just one question, why would I be in a pitch black room?" Mush asked, amused, from where he stood.

"Maybe you couldn't find the light either?" I guessed.

"Just clean up." Mush raised his eyebrows and picked up a sword. He flourished it at me violently, but playfully. "En guard!" he yelled.

"Mush, I—"

"I said 'EN GUARD'!" he moved forwards with the sword.

"Fine," I sighed heavily and picked up a sword as well, "en guard!"

General PoV Hornet and Magic

"You want to be as noticeable as possible, you want the visitors to enjoy the entertainment."

"But they will notice me, I'm the only costumed entertainer..."

Magic shook her head. "No, you are the first or your kind, but we do have other events going on in the lobby until the show starts. You want to keep people amused until then."

Hornet blinked and fidgeted with her corset. "Do I have to wear this? It's really uncomfortable."

"Can we stay on topic for five seconds please?"

"I know, it's just that I can't breathe so well and it's cutting into my bo—"

"Shut up!" Magic glanced around hurriedly and turned back to Hornet. "I'm sorry but costumes really aren't my area. Take it up with Pulitzer or something."

"I know, but I really can't—"

"Fine, you have two minutes to go change."

Hornet skipped off humming loudly.

Magic rolled her eyes and spied her bottled water. She was not very good with apprentices.

"La dee dee, one two three, Eric the half a bee. A B C D E F G, Eric the half a bee. Is this wretched demi-bee, half-asleep upon my knee, some freak from a menagerie? No! It's Eric the half a bee!" Granny and Pigeon came skipping into the room.

"Who is it Granny?" shouted Pigeon.

"ERIC THE HALF A BEE!!!"

"Fiddle de dum, Fiddle de dee, Eric the half a bee. Ho ho ho, tee hee hee, Eric the half a bee. I love this hive, employee-ee, bisected accidentally, one summer afternoon by me, I love him carnally. He loves him carnally, semi-carnally."

"Can the two of you please just—"

"Yeah, no problem Magic," Granny settled herself down beside the grumpy sorceress. "The song's over anyways." Pigeon smiled widely and blinked a few times. "Hey, Gran, wanna sing the Ferret Song?"

Granny's face lit up. "Yeah, OK!" she opened her mouth to begin.

"Please, no singing..." muttered Magic, burying her head in her hands.

"I can see a bare-bottomed mandril, slyly eyeing his upper nostril, if he jumps inside there too, I really won't know what to do, I'll be a proud possessor of a kind of nasal zoo, a nasal zoo—"

Magic scrunched her nose. "That's disgusting."

"It's also only the first verse!"

"I've got a ferret sticking up my nose, and what is worse it constantly explodes, ferrets don't explode you say, but it happened nine times yesterday, and I should know 'cause each time, I was standing in the way!"

Hornet returned from the change-room wearing her jeans and t-shirt. "Hey! I love Monty Python!"

Magic moaned and banged her head on the table a few times.

This was going to be a long summer.

((Ah ha! See the Monty Python! Whoo hoo! Long live you!)) ((R&R!))

Shoutouts:

Cassies-Grandma- what about Canadian humour? I can be funny!!! At times...when I'm not trying...and just being stupid. Dammit, I AM stupid... and I don't like South Park, it too is stupid. Oh, and hello to Rosamaria. I use Spanish in one of my fics! Cool!

Sapphy- sorry, I know it was mean, but I had nothing else to do!!! (begs for further forgiveness) it kept the story moving! And I know you don't hate them, you were just...grumpy. Uh...that's right.

Written Sparks- thanks, that was a brain dead moment by yours truly. Usually I'll proof read it, but I guess I got lazy or something. Heh heh heh, when a mommy loves a daddy, sigh

Ireland O'Reily- I didn't see CAMP in theatres. My friend rented it and we watched it at my house. Twice in a row. I don't now about the under 18 thing, I have too much soccer and as long as I'm playing my parents will take care of moolah. I practice three times a week and have games once. Not to mention tournies!

BrooklynGrl- parties are OK...I dun no...I guess. I'm not a party person. I just like to hang out with my friends most of the time.

Madison Square- don't be mad at Sapphy! It's not my fault I wrote her that way! She seems nice enough for real! And thanks for pointing out that error, you're number two. I guess I didn't catch it.

Fantasy3- I DID write a fic about Medieval Times (just after my sister had her party there and I thought it was a good idea) (it was my second time going). Uh...that's all.

Strawberri Shake- Dutchy's not kidnapped, I wouldn't make that happen, I'd be writing myself into a corner.

AlmatariofArda- Parties suuuuccckkk!!!

Bobcat:Slashgoil- beer, it works wonders. Not that I drink. Beer is gross, but good. Dammit, I don't know what I'm talking about. And congrats about the ribbon and stuff, pretty.

Trinity-Matrix-13- thanks for reviewing al the chapters, and what's wrong with the name 'Jingles'? I'm confused...