I know what you're all thinking. GASP! She's updated TIME FLIES! The world is ending! But it's not, I promise. I just decided to get off my lazy arse (figuratively) and write the bloody thing. So, enjoy!

Nosilla: My lie detecter is going off...

BoomerRang: No thanks. You're not my type.

Swinn: HECK YES!

Autumn-Park: Ahaha...Mush will probably remain unclaimed...I don't have any friends that adore him.

Kid Blink's Dreamer: YAY!

Petals: Ack! The Word!

Slightly: -rolls eyes- Honestly...It's just "cute."

It's evil.

ducks-go-quack-00: I think it's courior new or something like that. Anyway, Italian Stallion ROX MY SOX!

koodles4you: Sorry, babe, but I don't do clothes. -grin- And when you've got the newsies, who would?

HAZZAGRIFF: ...Yeah...-is seriously doubting your sanity-

"It's a good, good, good, good, Goodwill day! It's a good, good, good, good, Goodwill day!" I sang as I drove to none other than Goodwill. That song is immensely obnoxious, but what can I say? It's a Goodwill song!

"All right, that's gettin' annoying!" Racetrack called from the back seat. I grinned and put in a burned CD titled All That And A Bag Of Chips, my latest top favorite. The first twelve songs are all by The Killers. "Grooving" in my seat along to the music, I sang along and reflected on the past three days. They'd gone by in a flash, but each had been the best day of my life. There was just one thing bugging me.

How on earth had the Newsies gotten here? I'd already thought on this once, but this wasn't something that was just going to go away. It was a question right up there with "What is the meaning of life?" and "What is E-Z-Cheese really made of?" Perhaps this was a gift from God? Maybe I'm in a coma, and this is all just a dream. Maybe I'm dead, and this is my heaven. Maybe the aliens came, and they're taking over the world. Maybe there's a flaw in the Matrix. Maybe I'm just effing crazy!

But the point is that somehow the Newsies are in my car (well, eight of them anyway). And...Well, that's pretty much the point.

I turned down the volume a bit and pulled out my phone, speed-dialing Jenny. She picked up after four rings. "Hello?"

"Jennifer, dahling, how are you?" I heard a laugh.

"I'm fine. What've you been up to without me?" I glanced in my rearview mirror and grinned at Jack, who was watching me raptly.

"Oh, I've just been making out with a one Jack Kelly..." I said, mischeivously.

"WHAT!" Jenny shrieked. I winced as my eardrum suffered.

"JUST KIDDING! I exclaimed, leaning forward so Jack couldn't choke me. "I'm kidding. Kelly came over, played Poker, and now we're going to Goodwill to get some clothes for the boys. Then we're going to the mall to show off their hotness. You wanna meet us there?"

"Sure. When and where?" I glanced at the digital clock on my radio.

"How 'bout Hot Topic in an hour."

"Valley View then?" I made a noise of affirmation. "All righty. I'll see you there."

"'Kay, bye." I clicked the 'end' button and pulled into the Goodwill parking lot. As I jumped out of the car, Kelly and her red Corolla pulled into the space next to mine.

"Hel-lo, Goodwill!" she exclaimed as Kid Blink, Mush, Specs, and Dutchy climbed out of the backseat, and Crutchy climbed out of the front.

"You did bring money, didn't you?" I asked. "I don't have enough cash to cough up for all of them, you know." She whipped out her wallet.

"Don't even worry about it. I got your back." I led Kelly and the boys into Goodwill, ignoring the funny looks the ugly fat women who worked there were giving me, and led the way toward the blue jeans section, which I decided would be the easiest.

"All right, let's see..." I paused, wondering how I could bring about order to this shopping chaos. "Spot, Jack, you stay here. Everyone else, follow me." I led the rest of the boys toward a corner of Goodwill. "Stay there until I come and get you. Do not move. Do not talk to anyone you don't know." Satisfied, I returned to Kelly, Jack, and Spot. "Kelly, find some jeans that will suit Jack. Then find him a shirt. Then take him to that corner--" I pointed toward the corner where the boys were. "--and get another boy. Rinse and repeat."

Then I began to find clothes for Spot. I found some jeans that fit him (if not a little tight, but who's complaining?) and then we went to pick out a shirt.

Most Goodwills are junky and smell weird. This one, however, has awesome clothes. You can usually find old rock 'n roll shirts and stuff like that. Spot and I managed to find a black tee shirt that said "Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers" on the front. I took him to where the guys were and repeated this process until the boys all had relatively cool clothes.

Then we headed for the mall.