Spot finally said, "Look I'se ain't 'specting us ta be best friends or nuthin' but hows 'bout we's calls a truce. I'se sick an' tired a dis an' unless we'se acts likes friends der ain't no way dey's gunna let us outda heah."
Harmony looked at him warily and answered, "I guess we could be friends, well ya know, pretend ta be friends. Anythin' ta get out a dis room an' away from you!"
Spot walked up and shook her. "It's dose comments dat is keepin' us 'n heah! Why caint you even try?"
Harmony brought her face up to look in Spot's eyes. He shoah does have pretty eyes. I guess I could be nice ta him…It wouldn't be dat hard…
"All right, I can be nice…dat is I can be nice if you can," she said smiling.
"I'se can be plenty nice," Spot said forcing a smile. He let go of her and walked to the other side of the room. He felt her curious green eyes on his back as he walked away.
"Oh yeah, jest how nice can ya be?" she joked.
"You'se wants ta see?" he asked with a smirk. With that he walked over and gave her the best kiss of her life. When he pulled away he saw her smiling.
"Yeah dat is pretty damn nice," she said before pulling Spot in for another kiss.
During all of this time, the Brooklyn newsies had reached Jack. Once they explained it all to Jack he jumped up and started running towards Manhattan. Damnit! What was Blink thinkin'? Spot's gunna kill da poor goil an' den when he's finished wid her he's gunna go aftah Blink. He quickened his pace. I'se jest hopes I ain't too late.
He burst into the Newsboys House and ran up the stairs ignoring Kloppmann's unenthusiastic greeting. He slammed Blink into the wall and said, "Give me the key, NOW."
Although the other newsies were more than happy to band with Blink against the Brooklyn boys, Jack was another story. No one moved to do anything. Half of them were even afraid to breath. Although Jack looks nice and easy going he can be quite frightening when he gets in one of his "moods".
Blink, knowing it was over, gave Jack the key. When Jack released him, he moved across the room to be the farthest away from the washroom. He thought he would prolong his life a few more seconds.
Jack hurried over and unlocked the washroom and flung the door open saying, "Look Spot, I'se sorry. Dis is all jest a mis…" He stopped short when he saw something so shocking he almost fell over.
All the other boys who were cowering in the corners began to emerge, curiosity overwhelming their fear. They were all just as shocked as Jack was to see Spot and Harmony in the corner kissing.
Once the lovebirds realized they had a audience they pulled away from each other immediately and stood up. Unfortunately, they tried to stand up at the same time and bumped heads, hard. Although the bewildered newsies didn't know what to expect next, they certainly didn't expect to hear the apologies that both Spot and Harmony gave to each other quickly.
"Jeeze Blink, its kinda scary how well yer plan worked. We'se all jest better stay on Blink's good side, he's a master-mind disguised behind a goofy smile." Racetrack commented, always having to be the first to break uncomfortable silence.
Everyone gave a strained laugh. Everyone except Spot that is. "Oh yeah, I'se forgot 'bout you'se Cyclops. Wheah is ya? Come an' take it likes a man."
Blink courageously stepped out the crowd of newsies. "All right lets get dis ovah wid," he said looking like he would rather do anything than 'get it over with.'
Spot walked up to him, glaring all the way. "You'se knows what you'se dersoives, dontcha Cyclops? Ya locked me in a bathroom wid a goil I'se caint stand, you'se left me in dere for hours, you'se didn't listen ta me…"
"Yeah, yeah Spot. Are you'se gunna talk me to death or get to it?" Blink asked, feeling a little cocky since he was already going to get a beating.
"I'll get to it alright," Spot countered. He brought his fist up to his face, flattened it out and spit on it. He held it out for Blink to shake.
Blink had a look of utter shock and amazement on his face. "What are you'se up to Spot?"
"Look as mad as I'se am at ya, you'se was doin' me a favor an I'se is happy ya did it. Aldoh in day future I hope you'se is more careful when you'se does me favors, dat girl coulda killed me in dere."
Everyone laughed at this. Blink, although still confused, spit on his hand and shook Spots.
Spot then walked over and put his arm around Harmony's waist and whispered, "Can I'se talk ta ya outside fer a minute?" into her ear. She nodded shyly and let him lead her outside.
"So's I'se was thinkin', Bittah, we caint go back to how we'se used ta be…well I'se means that I don't want to…I'se kinda likes ya kid…" Spot said, more gently than Harmony thought was possible for him. Then he added, "But don't expect me ta say so infronta me boys, I'se gots a reputation to protect". He smiled so Harmony knew he was joking.
"But Spot, whatever will everyone do 'round here if we don't provide dem wid entertainment?" she asked pretending to be shocked.
"Dose boys needs ta get deir own lives anyways…so whaddya say?"
"What do I say 'bout what?"
"Well does ya wanna be me goil or somethin…" he asked.
"Yeah I guessd dat would be okay wid me" she answered smiling shyly.
"Dat's good, Bittah," Spot said, not one to celebrate, even though his blue eyes looked even brighter. "So how 'bout comin' wid me ta Brooklyn fer a while?"
Harmony rolled her eyes. "How 'bout ya stop callin' me Bittah? I ain't bittah! Me name is Harmony."
Spot smirked at her. "Ya know as well as I do dat da name Harmony don't suit ya at all. Yer Bittah short fer Bittahsweet. Ya can be real nice and friendly sometimes an' oddah times ya can be completely…"
"Completely what?" Harmony asked narrowing her eyes.
"Completely…wonderful…" Spot covered none to skillfully.
"Nice try Conlon. I know what ya mean, actually. I nevah really liked da name Harmony fer me, but Blink came up wid it so I jest figured I'd go along wid it," Harmony admitted.
"Well, I'se jest gunna keep on callin' ya Bittah. It's poifect fer ya," Spot decided.
Harmony smiled at him. "I don't really mind anymore. I kinda like it now…"