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Chapter Three: 9 out of 10 voices tell me I can hurt u.....
Jack R. and Ob had melted into stalking the newsies the next morning,
determined to get Cowboy back for 'soaking' them with that damn hose. Ob
was humming "I'm the King of New York" and wondered if there were any new
nuns around. Jack R. yawned and choked on a piece of apple and pointed at
the newsies all in a circle and Cowboy was fighting some guy.
"I say we join in!" Ob cackled.
"I agree!"
Both girls hurried into the circle of excited Newsies and moved right to the front. Ob was standing next to Racetrack and giggled faintly.
"Wow... whos the dude with the stash?" Jack R. blinked," He's ugly!"
Ob laughed when a fist came outta nowhere and plowed Jack R. right in the nose.
Jack R. fell in slow motion to the ground, a trickle of blood coming from her nose.
"SON OF A - - WHO EVER THREW THAT PUNCH IS GONNA DIE!" Jack R. raged insanely.
Oscar cackled.
Jack R. howled and tackled him, they rolled over there and Ob beat the living shit out of the other Delancy brudda for the sheer enjoyment of kicking some ass!
"Whoa! Calm down!!" Mush held Jack R. back while she flailed her arms trying to get at Oscar while swearing a whole lot.
Another set of flying nuns passed over head and Ob didn't faintly remember putting grenades in them
"RAWR!!! LEMME AT HIM! IMA KICK HIS UGLY ASS FROM HERE TO BROOKLYN!!!!!!!!!" Jack R continued to rage.
"NEVER FEAR! BROOKLYN IS RIGHT HERE!?" Spot (Spat as Chelsea called him) had arrived and was blinking in Jack R.'s raging direction. Ob swooned!
"So THATS Spit!" Ob smiled.
"SPOT!" Jack R yelled just as several nuns came shooting out from over head.
Ob and Jack R did the guitar riff.
Oscar and Morris screwed off like little babies and disappeared out of this fic for now ^__^ "YEE HAAWWW RIDE EM COWBOY!" Jack R howled.
"Ride what?" Cowboy Jack asked.
"Not u!"
"Oh"
Ob and Jack broke into square dancing while everybody else looked at them like doorknobs. Spot joined in and dances with Ob, Cowboy joined in and danced with his slingshot, Race joined in and danced with a wall and Mush joined in and danced with Jack R. because all the inanimate objects were taken up. The whole supply of newsies started doing the square dance and ya..
This is Jacks work. She's a little crazy. *runs away yelling *
"I say we join in!" Ob cackled.
"I agree!"
Both girls hurried into the circle of excited Newsies and moved right to the front. Ob was standing next to Racetrack and giggled faintly.
"Wow... whos the dude with the stash?" Jack R. blinked," He's ugly!"
Ob laughed when a fist came outta nowhere and plowed Jack R. right in the nose.
Jack R. fell in slow motion to the ground, a trickle of blood coming from her nose.
"SON OF A - - WHO EVER THREW THAT PUNCH IS GONNA DIE!" Jack R. raged insanely.
Oscar cackled.
Jack R. howled and tackled him, they rolled over there and Ob beat the living shit out of the other Delancy brudda for the sheer enjoyment of kicking some ass!
"Whoa! Calm down!!" Mush held Jack R. back while she flailed her arms trying to get at Oscar while swearing a whole lot.
Another set of flying nuns passed over head and Ob didn't faintly remember putting grenades in them
"RAWR!!! LEMME AT HIM! IMA KICK HIS UGLY ASS FROM HERE TO BROOKLYN!!!!!!!!!" Jack R continued to rage.
"NEVER FEAR! BROOKLYN IS RIGHT HERE!?" Spot (Spat as Chelsea called him) had arrived and was blinking in Jack R.'s raging direction. Ob swooned!
"So THATS Spit!" Ob smiled.
"SPOT!" Jack R yelled just as several nuns came shooting out from over head.
Ob and Jack R did the guitar riff.
Oscar and Morris screwed off like little babies and disappeared out of this fic for now ^__^ "YEE HAAWWW RIDE EM COWBOY!" Jack R howled.
"Ride what?" Cowboy Jack asked.
"Not u!"
"Oh"
Ob and Jack broke into square dancing while everybody else looked at them like doorknobs. Spot joined in and dances with Ob, Cowboy joined in and danced with his slingshot, Race joined in and danced with a wall and Mush joined in and danced with Jack R. because all the inanimate objects were taken up. The whole supply of newsies started doing the square dance and ya..
This is Jacks work. She's a little crazy. *runs away yelling *