Hello everyone! I am the increbible Puck! I'm glad some fo you liked my
first songfic. So heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeereeeeeeeee's my two favorite movies
(newsies and the princess bride) combind! Yup, a crossover! Tee hee hee!
I'm the queen of crossovers (I should know)! So, just to let you know, I DO
NOT own Newsies OR the Princess Bride. I don't own any characters in this
chapter (except P. Higgins!)!
Hope you like it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once upon a time
Words we love so well
Storytellers tell
In words with wings
Of knaves and kings
And wondrous things
Like a nursery rhyme
Like a magic spell
Every dream we weave
Is make believe
That tugs the sleeve
Of time
Tales were told
Bold and true
Though we all grow old
Stories never do
I know why
Stories never die
They just wait for children
Passing by
Les watched out his window as the newsies passed by one by one. He sighed, then let out a loud cough.
I hate bein' sick, he thought to himself. I'd much rather go sell papes with da rest of the newsies! Why do these things always happen to me?
He lay back down in his bunk bed and then moved his head around to look at the empty room. In a couple hours the room would be filled with newsies who were finished selling their papes, all chattering, some playing poker, swapping stories, and some even would be reading! But until then, he would be alone in the lodging house for the next couple of hours.
He sighed again with frustration. All he could think were these two simple words, why me?
Suddenly, to his surprise, his mother, Hope, walked into the room. He sat up and greeted her with a hug.
"Hi," she greeted softly.
"Hi," he whispered.
She felt his forehead.
"You feeling any better?" Hope asked in a motherly tone.
"Yes!" Les said perkily. "Much better! In fact, so much better that I think I'll go and sell some papes!"
Les jumped out of his bed and started running for the door. He could have made it... if Hope hadn't grabbed him and carried him back to his bed.
"Mom!" he moaned.
"I know, I know. You're tired of just sitting around all day and doing nothing. But the sooner you get back into bed, the sooner you'll feel better."
She set Les back down on his bed. He let out an angry sigh and fell backwards onto his bed.
Hope brushed the hair out of her son's face.
"Guess what?" Hope said in a cheerful voice.
"What?" asked Les, his voice filled with dullness.
"Your grandmother is here!" said Hope.
Les shoot up from his bed.
"Grandma Sneaks?" he asked.
Hope smiled and nodded.
Les fell back onto his bed again and groaned.
"Moooooooom!" he complained loudly.
Hope gave him a curious look.
"What honey?" she asked her son.
"Do I have to see her?" Les asked. He tried thinking of another solution. "Can't you tell her I'm sick?"
Hope chuckled.
"That you're sick? That's why she's here!"
"But Mom, she'll pinch my cheek! And I hate that!" Les protested.
"Well maybe she wont this time!"
The door opened to reveal Sneaks.
"Hi!" Hope said, walking over to her mother.
They embraced lovingly, having not seen each other for a long time.
Once the let go of each other, Sneaks smiled over at her young grandson.
"Hey!" she said happily, striding over to her grandchild. "How's the kid, huh?"
Just as Les had prophesied, Sneaks pinched his cheek. He looked over to his mom with that 'I told ya so' look upon his face.
Hope just smiled.
"I think I'll leave you two alone for awhile," Hope said, beginning to walk towards the door.
After she left, Les began to notice the package in his grandma's hands.
Once Sneaks saw Les staring at the package she had brought with her, she smiled and handed it to him.
"What is it?" Les asked excitedly.
He NEVER got presents, except on special holidays and his birthday!
"Open it up and see," Sneaks told him.
He began to tear through the thin wrapping paper as fast as he could. He was shocked to find what it had hid from his mischievous eyes.
"A book?" he asked Sneaks.
"That's right, a book," she said with a nod of her head.
"But... I can't read," he pointed out to her.
"Well when I was your age and I was sick, my mother would read this same story to me, and I read it to your mother, and today, I'm going to read it to you," Sneaks told him.
Les sighed.
He wasn't into books. He found them boring and unnecessary.
"Is there anything interesting in it?" he asked his grandma.
"Are you kidding?" Sneaks asked her young grandson with amazement. "Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, escapes, miracles, true love! And even newsies!"
Les thought it over in his head and decided this could maybe be an interesting story.
"It doesn't sound too bad. I'll try to stay awake," he said and lied down on his bed.
Sneaks gave him a sarcastic look.
"Oh, well thank you," she said dully. "Your vote of confidence is truly overwhelming!"
Sneaks pulled up a chair next to Les's bed. She slowly opened up the book and took out her reading glasses from her dress pocket. She fixed them onto her face.
"Alright than," she said as she cleared her throat. "The Newsie Bride. By P. Higgins, Chapter 1..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, that's all for now! I'm trying to write more! (IT'S HARD!!) R&R pwease! *puppy dog eyes*
Jumba: SU&k4l4! (No one cares about your stupid stories)
*gasp* Jumba! *stuffs Jumba in a sock* Ha! Don't listen to him! He's evil and crupted. PLEASE R&R!
Hope you like it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once upon a time
Words we love so well
Storytellers tell
In words with wings
Of knaves and kings
And wondrous things
Like a nursery rhyme
Like a magic spell
Every dream we weave
Is make believe
That tugs the sleeve
Of time
Tales were told
Bold and true
Though we all grow old
Stories never do
I know why
Stories never die
They just wait for children
Passing by
Les watched out his window as the newsies passed by one by one. He sighed, then let out a loud cough.
I hate bein' sick, he thought to himself. I'd much rather go sell papes with da rest of the newsies! Why do these things always happen to me?
He lay back down in his bunk bed and then moved his head around to look at the empty room. In a couple hours the room would be filled with newsies who were finished selling their papes, all chattering, some playing poker, swapping stories, and some even would be reading! But until then, he would be alone in the lodging house for the next couple of hours.
He sighed again with frustration. All he could think were these two simple words, why me?
Suddenly, to his surprise, his mother, Hope, walked into the room. He sat up and greeted her with a hug.
"Hi," she greeted softly.
"Hi," he whispered.
She felt his forehead.
"You feeling any better?" Hope asked in a motherly tone.
"Yes!" Les said perkily. "Much better! In fact, so much better that I think I'll go and sell some papes!"
Les jumped out of his bed and started running for the door. He could have made it... if Hope hadn't grabbed him and carried him back to his bed.
"Mom!" he moaned.
"I know, I know. You're tired of just sitting around all day and doing nothing. But the sooner you get back into bed, the sooner you'll feel better."
She set Les back down on his bed. He let out an angry sigh and fell backwards onto his bed.
Hope brushed the hair out of her son's face.
"Guess what?" Hope said in a cheerful voice.
"What?" asked Les, his voice filled with dullness.
"Your grandmother is here!" said Hope.
Les shoot up from his bed.
"Grandma Sneaks?" he asked.
Hope smiled and nodded.
Les fell back onto his bed again and groaned.
"Moooooooom!" he complained loudly.
Hope gave him a curious look.
"What honey?" she asked her son.
"Do I have to see her?" Les asked. He tried thinking of another solution. "Can't you tell her I'm sick?"
Hope chuckled.
"That you're sick? That's why she's here!"
"But Mom, she'll pinch my cheek! And I hate that!" Les protested.
"Well maybe she wont this time!"
The door opened to reveal Sneaks.
"Hi!" Hope said, walking over to her mother.
They embraced lovingly, having not seen each other for a long time.
Once the let go of each other, Sneaks smiled over at her young grandson.
"Hey!" she said happily, striding over to her grandchild. "How's the kid, huh?"
Just as Les had prophesied, Sneaks pinched his cheek. He looked over to his mom with that 'I told ya so' look upon his face.
Hope just smiled.
"I think I'll leave you two alone for awhile," Hope said, beginning to walk towards the door.
After she left, Les began to notice the package in his grandma's hands.
Once Sneaks saw Les staring at the package she had brought with her, she smiled and handed it to him.
"What is it?" Les asked excitedly.
He NEVER got presents, except on special holidays and his birthday!
"Open it up and see," Sneaks told him.
He began to tear through the thin wrapping paper as fast as he could. He was shocked to find what it had hid from his mischievous eyes.
"A book?" he asked Sneaks.
"That's right, a book," she said with a nod of her head.
"But... I can't read," he pointed out to her.
"Well when I was your age and I was sick, my mother would read this same story to me, and I read it to your mother, and today, I'm going to read it to you," Sneaks told him.
Les sighed.
He wasn't into books. He found them boring and unnecessary.
"Is there anything interesting in it?" he asked his grandma.
"Are you kidding?" Sneaks asked her young grandson with amazement. "Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, escapes, miracles, true love! And even newsies!"
Les thought it over in his head and decided this could maybe be an interesting story.
"It doesn't sound too bad. I'll try to stay awake," he said and lied down on his bed.
Sneaks gave him a sarcastic look.
"Oh, well thank you," she said dully. "Your vote of confidence is truly overwhelming!"
Sneaks pulled up a chair next to Les's bed. She slowly opened up the book and took out her reading glasses from her dress pocket. She fixed them onto her face.
"Alright than," she said as she cleared her throat. "The Newsie Bride. By P. Higgins, Chapter 1..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, that's all for now! I'm trying to write more! (IT'S HARD!!) R&R pwease! *puppy dog eyes*
Jumba: SU&k4l4! (No one cares about your stupid stories)
*gasp* Jumba! *stuffs Jumba in a sock* Ha! Don't listen to him! He's evil and crupted. PLEASE R&R!