Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies (though it would be nice) but any added characters are mine.
Why did I ever agree to take this babysitting job? I know the kid is wild, but I had no idea it would be this bad! Why, oh, why did I agree? I don't even like kids!… Oh yeah, I needed the money.
Let me start at the beginning and tell you all about the nightmare at the Jacobs' house.
My name is Racetrack Higgins, but you can call me Race. I'm a newsie in Manhattan, New York. I love to gamble and smoke cigars.
The nightmare started when my friend, Davey, asked me if I could baby-sit his little brother Les. He wasn't very convincing till hi mentioned his parents would pay me to watch him.
"Three bucks Race." Davey said.
Three bucks! I was in heaven and Mr. & Mrs. Jacobs had become my most favorite people.
I went to their house at six. Everything seemed normal enough. The house was clean, Les was calmly drawing on the tabletop, and Mrs. Jacobs was giving me the 411 on what to do.
"He takes his bath at seven, in bed by nine and he doesn't get any snacks unless he does his chores completely. He's already had dinner. If you need anything go to Mrs. Phelps across the hall." She explained as I nodded.
"Come on, honey. Time to go." Mr. Jacobs said, pulling his wife toward the door, where Dave and Sarah were waiting for them.
"Don' worry about a thing Mrs. Jacobs." I assured her.
They all waved and said goodbye to Les. The door closed, the house went quiet, and Les looked at me with an evil grin.