Disclaimer: I do not own the Newsies. They are owned by Disney. cries I wished I owned the Newsies, hehe. I also don't own any of the other characters. Well by the looks of it, I don't own any character. Thanks to all those that let me borrow or use their characters. Thanks guys.
Shout outs:
Zippy: Out of everyone, I found you to be the leader, which is why I put you as that. I know that you and Skittery are having problems but it had to be someone, but maybe things will work out in later chapters. I really don't know because I haven't wrote them yet and I kind of come up with things on the spot. I'm glad I made you happy. trumpet sounds
Trolley: Trolley's in LOVE! Aww, how sweet and cute! I would date Mush even if he wasn't the last guy on earth, hehe. I'm glad you liked your speech at the end because I have a feeling there might be more. Things are just heating up. Hugh Grant was in that movie! Hugh Grant is cute! Now I have to go and watch it!
Sneaks: AHH! I did it again! (Yes I know that came from Home Alone) Every time I go to write your name, I always write Snakes. Grrr! Thanks! I wanted to put in some personal things just to add the story and make it more interesting, rather then having it all about the competition.
Taps: Aww don't tear up! grabs tissue Hopefully this chapter will cheer you up. You know what's funny. I was going back through my profiles for this and I found an e-mail where you said that you were syked, meaning that you were syked that you were in the story, and I thought your name was syked. How dumb can you get?
Clips: grabs a box of tissues everyone must stop crying! I know what you mean. I love romances. I always get so wrapped up in them because I just love them, hehe. Good explanation right, hehe. I dream this kind of stuff all the time, wishing it would come true.
Tag: Thanks! It's been so long since I actually worked on this story that I actually had to go back and reread my whole story to understand the reviews and what I was going to write next, hehe, pretty bad isn't it.
Trigger: Loser. I already reviewed those stories!!! And I can put whatever I want into my reviews to you. "Want a breadstick?" Hehe, jk.
"Welcome to your next mission everyone. Today's mission just might seem a little easy then the past few. We thought we would give you guys a breather on eating things and facing your fears. Today's mission is called Snapshot. Basically what you hear is what the mission is about. Nothing really to it. You each will be given a camera. Your job is to go out and take pictures with tourists. One of you must be in the picture along with the tourist in order for it to count. The only catch is..."
"There's always a catch Spitball." Sneaks said.
"You are right Sneaks (A/N: At first I wrote Snakes) there is a catch. The only thing is the tourist must be wearing this." I pulled out from behind a bag a giant fluorescent suit along with an orange face mask with holes where the eyes and mouth is. "You must get them to wear this in the picture or else it won't count. You will be given three hours to complete this mission. Meet me back here in three hours. Get going and snap away."
"Hello Miss. How are you doing today?" Racetrack asked.
"I'm doing fine thanks." The lady said was she continued to walk.
"We were just wondering if you could take our picture." Racetrack asked the lady.
"Well alright." She said turning around.
"Good, now that we have your attention, will you do us favor?" He asked.
"Is this some kind of prank punk!" The old lady said.
"No Miss, really, see we are part of a game show and we have to get as many people as possible to wear this orange suit and to take a picture of it in three hours. Would you please help us out?" He asked begging.
"What do I look like to you? A nice old women? Get out of my way midget!" She said pushing Racetrack aside.
"Did you just call me a midget? Did she just call me a midget?" Racetrack asked Cheatah.
"Yes Race, she did. Now can we please just forget about this and look for another person, our time is wasting." Cheatah said.
"No one calls me a midget!" Race yelled.
"Did I hurt the little boy's feelings, oh I'm so sorry. Watch me cry! Now get out of my way! I'm late for...uh...my Captain Crunch meeting."
"Uh, Captain Crunch meeting?"
"Did I stutter boy! Yes my Captain Crunch meeting. Thanks to you I'm going to be late and I can't try any new samples!" The old lady turned and walked away.
"What a bitch." Race said. "Can you believe her?" He asked Cheatah.
"No I can't Race but thanks to you we wasted 15 minutes on a lady that attends Captain Crunch meetings! If you want to win we better get moving and stop holding conversation!"
"Excuse me!" Skittery yelled around. "I said, EXCUSE ME!" He continued to yell. "People around here are so rude."
"No Skittery, you're the one that's rude." Zippy said leaning against a pole.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"I'm talking about you. No one is going to answer you when you trot around yelling 'EXCUSE ME'. It's not rocket science here Skittery."
"Oh yeah, you think you can do better."
"Yeah."
"Prove it Zippy."
"Fine." Zippy started walking over to a group of girls around the ages of 16. "Excuse me girls, I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind helping us."
"Okay sure." One of the girls said.
"See we are playing this game and we have to get so many people to wear the orange outfit in three hours. Would you help us out?" Zippy asked.
"No thanks. We actually have to get going. Sorry." The group of girls turned and started to leave. Zippy left her hands drop and just stood in place. Finally she turned around to face Skittery.
"HAHAHA! It's not rocket science Zippy." Skittery laughed.
"Shut up."
"Hello sir. How are you doing today?" Kid Blink said approaching a middle aged man.
"I'm fine sir thanks."
"Would you be interested in helping us, just for a second."
"Depends on what you need." The man said.
"Well you see we are part of this awesome game show called The Ultimate Battle. You really should check it out when it airs on TV. It's gonna be awesome! I never thought I would see myself on TV. You know I grew up in this small town and you would never think a small town boy would get the chance to be on TV, none the less play to win money. It was just amazing when I heard..."
"Yo Kid, do you have a point?" Trolley asked.
Kid Blink turned around and said, "Do I ever?"
"Then get on with it." Trolley said pushing him along.
"Sorry about that detour there sir, anyways like I said I'm part of a game show and see our mission today is that we have to get as many people as possible to wear this orange outfit here and then take their picture. Would you be so kind sir as to help us out? Please?" Kid Blink began to put on his puppy dog face.
"Sure Kid, I'll help ya."
"Another one bites the dust!" Kid began singing and jumping up and down.
"What?" Trolley asked.
"Never mind, just get the camera ready." Kid Blink said still with a smile on his face.
"How are we ever going to get people to wear this stupid outfit?" Clips asked.
"Oh! I have an idea." Mush said.
"Mush, you said that the last three times and you still haven't gotten anyone to wear the suit."
"Trust me on this; they will wear it this time." Mush walked over and approached a teenage kid. "Top of the morning to ya." Mush said tipping his hat. The kid just looked at him. Mush cleared his throat. "I was wondering if you would please put on this great suit here and just stand by that girl over there so I can take your picture."
"No." The kid said walking away.
"Wait!" Mush jumped in front of him. "How does five bucks sound?"
"You've got yourself a deal." The kid grabbed the suit and began putting it on.
"Mush, you can't pay them money!"
"Says who? There's no where in the rules that stated that you can't use money to get there help."
"No! If you give everyone five dollars then we have no reason to play this game because you gave our prize away!"
"Step right up! Who wants to kiss the lovely lady standing to my right?" Jake began to yell. Jake turned to look at the lovely lady. "Ahh! You're not Sneaks, you're an old hag."
"I beg your pardon mister."
"Sorry. I mean who wants to kiss the lovely lady standing to my..." Jake made a quick look to see if Sneaks was really on his left. "Left? Step right up to kiss this beautiful girl."
"Pick me! Pick me!" A young boy came running over.
"Jake you can't use me as a bribe to get people to help us."
"Can so."
"No! I'm not kissing anyone."
"You will if you want to win this mission."
"Am I going to kiss her or what?" The young boy asked.
"Only after you wear the suit kiddo." Jake said smiling.
"Anything for her!" The boy said.
"I'm going to kill you when we get back." Sneaks said crossing her arms.
"Hello miss. My name is Spot Conlon."
"Hi." The girl said.
"Would you mind helping us out for just a moment?" He asked.
"Sure, no problem." She replied.
"Would you mind standing over there by my beautiful fiancé, while wearing this so I can get a picture?" Spot asked smiling.
"Sure, no problem." She said smiling back.
"Alright." Spot said grinning.
"Hey pimp! Don't forget about me, your beautiful fiancé." Kane said.
"Yeah, yeah. You come later." Spot said still smiling at the beautiful girl. Kane's mouth just dropped with disgust.
"Hi, would you mind helping us?" Trigger said as people just walked by her. "Hi sir, could you help us? Hi will you help us?" Trigger was getting frustrated now. "LISTEN UP! THIS WILL ONLY TAKE A SECOND!" She yelled. Suddenly everyone fell to the ground. Trigger turned and looked at Snitch.
"What just happened?"
"I think we better get out of here."
"Why?" Trigger asked.
"They think you have a gun." Snitch said sneaking away.
"Oh. Oh! No! I'm sorry. I don't have a gun!" Trigger yelled. Snitch suddenly grabbed her.
"You can't yell the word gun in an open area!"
"What? It's not like I said bomb on an airplane."
"Good morning girls. Can one of you help us for a second?" Davey said approaching some girls.
"Sure, what do you need?"
"I was wondering if you would be so kind as too put on that nice orange suit over there so I can take a picture of you, just for a second." Davey asked.
"Okay, sure." The girl picked up the suit and began to put it on.
"Could you stand beside my fiancé real quick?" Davey asked. The girl walked over and stood next to Taps. "Perfect."
"How do I look?" The girl asked.
"I...don't...care." Davey said focusing the camera.
"Davey!" Taps yelled.
"Say cheese!"
"Gosh darn it! We have approached five different people and no one will wear this stupid outfit!" Runner said sitting down on a bench.
"Well I guess I can't blame them. I mean I wouldn't want to wear that suit either." Dewey said sitting next to him.
"I just don't get it, it's not like you'll see their face. Why can't they just be nice and wear it for two seconds?"
"Maybe it's because the way that your asking."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you don't just run up to someone, throw the suit in there face and tell them to please wear the suit that makes you look like a big orange."
"What's wrong with that?"
"You don't tell people that they are going to look like a big orange! Especially to a round person!"
"But the person really did look like an orange."
"You don't tell them that!"
"Why not?"
"You just DON'T!"
"Hi Miss. Would you be interested in helping us?" Specs asked.
"With what dear?" The old lady asked.
"Would you be ever so kind as too wear this suit for us so we can get a pictures?" He asked.
"I think not young man." The old lady began to turn around.
"What if I take off my shirt? Will you change your mind?"
"No." The lady continued to walk away.
"Why doesn't anyone want to see me with my shirt off?" Specs asked.
"Aww honey don't worry, you can't show what's not there." Tag said rubbing Specs's stomach.
"I quit. I can't do this anymore. No one will wear this thing." Pie said.
"I know; I just don't get it. I wonder how the other couples are doing?" Jazz asked.
"I don't know." Pie said resting his head in his hands.
"We could always go shopping." Jazz said staring at the stores across the street.
"That's it!"
"What's it? Shopping?"
"No! I'll just wear the suit and you can take tons of pictures of me in the suit, no one will know!"
"No see Pie that would be called cheating."
"So?"
"So you can't cheat."
"Then you think of an idea."
"I did, shopping."
"Welcome back everyone. I hope your mission went okay for you all. I won't have the results for you until tomorrow when we get the pictures developed. So meet me back in the hotel lobby tomorrow morning around 8 for the results. Now go and enjoy the rest of the day. Goodbye everyone."
"Goodbye Spitball."
