Races into room with a half dressed Skittery, Specs, Dutchy, Racetrack, Blink, and Mush right after her
BLINK: Jockey! We is gonna kill ya!
Why? It was just a little joke! Nobody was hurt a swear! Runs in circles around her computer desk while readers watch drooling over the boys. (Who cares what happened just as long as the boys stay like this forever, right? )
SPECS: Youse set up cameras in da showah room! What do youse tink you was doin'? Youse was invadin' our privacy!
No, I swear that I didn't do it! I swear! Starts gasping for breath and getting slower I put green hair dye in your shampoo, that's all I did! I swears on my character's head! Perch can back me up! I was updating and talking to her last night! It wasn't me! Slides to a stop I have an idea!
BOYS: Slide to stop behind Jockey What?
We can find out who went into the bathroom last night and set up the camera. We just have to watch the surveillance cameras I set up in the hallway! Man, I'm brilliantBoys stare at Jockey incredulously Ok, fine, maybe I'm not brilliant. Come on, I'll set up the tape from last night. Walks out with sweaty, nearly naked boys following, much to the readers dismay
Ten minutes later...
Jockey reenters room Sorry about that. My boys had some problems this morning. Now I have to get started with some shout outs. Jack! Where are you ya bummer?
JACK: walks into room I'm right here. Jeez, woman, can't a guy get some sleep in dis house?
No. If I have to be up at 6:30 every morning to finish school, so do you! I won't do it alone I tell you!
JACK: Fine, what in da woild do youse want?
Your turn to do shout outs. Specially asked by my lovely friend Hawk Kelly. Now make her happy.
JACK: mutters about dumb early bird girls while searching for the shout out paper Ok, here we go...
Aier of Mirkwood Chica, I totally agree with you on the hating computer part! glares murderously at her lap top For several days, I didn't get any emails or reviews because my email wouldn't download them. So annoying! And I hate when the stupid thing tries to play dumb about the trouble it causes me! It's a conspiracy I tell you!
NEWSIES: ...
What? It is!
NEWSIES: Ok, what ever you say Jockey.
Yes, it is what ever I say. turns back to Aier Sorry to disappoint you with the fact that female domination is not for a little bit. But much fun is in store for the fellows in future chapters...or maybe it's much evil is in store for them laughs devilishly We will have to find out! snatches brochure out of Aier's hand I would love to join! Then, out insanity can be spread to the newsie world and we will have complete dominion! Mwahahahahaha! laughs so hard she falls out of seat Owwwwww! That really hurt! Note to self: don't fall out of seat! whips out sword that looks suspiciously like Aragorn's Never fear! I, Jockey, will protect you from the deadly characters in your head!
ARAGORN: tackles Jockey and takes his sword back
Fine, I don't need the stupid sword to protect Aier! I can take care of myself.
SKITTERY: Sure youse can.
I really can! Don't push me Skitts!
Oh...lastly... pulls big box out of closet Here is a present for you since Sweeps didn't get the man she wanted. out jumps a half naked Spot and Blink
Aier falls over in a dead faint from happiness Have fun chica. Boys, take your lady to her chambers. Away with you three
Hawk Kelly huggles Hawk back Your so very welcome for the chocolate newsies. They are the best! Yes, the men on the boat are creepy! They are supposed to be. cackles wickedly Whoa...that was weird. Of course the addition of Perch means we will cause havoc to the newsies way of life! That's the fun of it!
throws confetti in the air Happy Birthday Race! WooT! WooT! huggles Race and smashes cake in his face That was fun!
Yes, Hawk, I'm updating now. Sorry for the tardiness! I finish school June 21st. Stupid school takes away my summer!
drags out box I think you can guess what's in this box. So, I advise you take it home to your bedroom and have fun with what evers in the box. And I would like a plushie of every newsies! Is it possible to get a lifesize Skittery? Please! begs with big puppy dog eyes
Shooter O'Brien See! It is a conspiracy! The computers are striking or something! Why else would so many of us be having trouble with our computers at the same time! I'm sorry for not having Shooter mentioned in the chappies much. I will try to do better I promise! falls on knees before Shooter Please forgive me! hands Shooter a whole box of chocolate Blinks Have fun Chica! giggles
Tears in a Bottle blushesAwww...your to kindNow I've gone bright red. giggles I love Chicken Run. I'm so glad that you like your Skittery! Please enjoy him! But, can we share him? I love me Skitts! If you are willing to share, I can have him on the weekends and you get him during the week. How's that sound to ya?
Mistymixwolf: OOOOoooooo...me wants a kitty! huggles random kitty Kittys rock! Is Spot behaving for you my favorite Chica? If not, let me know and I will beat his brains in! growls threateningly at Spot who hides behind Perch He's such a baby! Love youse lots!
ElleestJenn: Yes, I am almost 18 and I love Newsies! So sue me. I will never lose my love for my newsies! I would rather face the firing squad then leave my newsies. giggles Sorry, it is really early! Now we can be the oldest people writing Fanfics together. huggles Jenn Don't you hate when boys are so high and mighty that they think girls can't get them anything? I hate it! So I used it! Hehe! Loves teasing boys, especially Newsies! Here, have some chocolate Spotties! They taste really good! eats one herself Yummmmm!
Ok, that's it for shout outs! Thanks to you all who reviewed! pulls out a box Up for gifts are any of the newsies accessories. Yes, even their underwear. Help yourself...just don't let the boys know that I gave their stuff away. Read and review me lovelies!
Chapter Nine
Skittery trudged tiredly through the deserted streets of Manhattan as he headed for home. It had been a horrible day of selling. The dropping temperature meant that fewer people walked the streets where he sold his papers. This meant fewer papers sold, which left more for him to eat. Skittery had made only enough to pay for room and board and tomorrow's papers. A dejected sigh escaped his lips at the thought of going hungry again.
He reached the front door of the lodging house a few minutes later. As he went to push the door open, it suddenly swung outward and hit the surprised boy's nose. A tall, distinguished gentleman barreled through the door with a deadly scowl on his rugged features. His dark blue eyes were colder then the evening air and his black hair was slicked back in the fashionable ways of Europe. He didn't belong in a newsboys' lodging house, this could be seen in his dress, manner, and bearing.
Skittery, cupping his bleeding nose, stepped out of the way of the man. All he got for his polite pains was a dark scowl and curse. Skittery took out his handkerchief to press against his nose as the man disappeared into the night. Skittery hurried into the warm entryway to escape the cold and hopefully get something for his nose. Once inside, he found all his friends staring at each other blankly. They hardly even looked up when he walked in.
"What's wrong, fellas?" His question was spoken with a nasal accent since his nose was being pinched shut.
A white faced Snipeshooter turned to face Skittery, "He found her!" His voice was desperate and scared to death.
"Who found who?" His nose completely forgotten, Skittery was totally lost about what was going on. Who was 'her'? And, who was the hoity-toity man?
"Me uncle's come ta New Yawk to soich for Trippah! Dat was his business partnah, and he came lookin' for me. Dey know dat if dey find me, dey find me sistah!" Snipes' face grew even whiter with anxiety and fear as he tried to explain the situation to his friend.
Skittery felt the blood drain from his face as well. About a month ago, Tripper had taken several of the older boys into her confidence and had told them everything that happened in Ireland. The man must have been the English lord or her future husband. It didn't matter except that he was bad news.
Skittery looked over at Jack who was sitting deep in thought.
"So, what's da plan, Jack?"
Silence reined as the boys waited for Jack to come up with some absolutely splendid plan. Snipes looked at their leader with hopeful eagerness shining in his eyes.
Snitch shifted in his seat as an idea began to form in his mind.
"Um—I—I has an idea."
He flushed a light pink as the boys turned to stare at him in surprise.
"Well? What's youse idea, Snitch?"
"Um—well—Dey is lookin' for a goil, right?" All he got were confused nods. "Well, what if…what if Trippah wasn't a goil? What if we's changed her inta boy? Den dey wouldn't find her because she ain't a goil anymore."
The boys stared at Snitch like he'd gone mad. Blink finally broke the silence with a snort of amazement at the outlandish idea.
"Yeah, like dat would evah woik."
Incredulous laughter rose from different parts of the room as Snitch ducked his head in embarrassment. Skittery glared at the others as they laughed at his best friend's expense. Instead of laughing with his chums, he carefully thought over Snitch's plan. As he turned it over and over in his mind, the plan actually began to make some sense.
"Hey, hold up dere fellas!" Skittery jumped up on a chair to get the room's attention. "Dis plan might jist woik."
"Com on, Skitts," Dutchy brushed off Skittery's comment, "dere ain't no way dat we's ken toin a pure, clean, beautiful goil inta a rotten, doity, cussin', gamblin', drinkin', boy who sells newspapahs for a livin'. Dere jest ain't no way."
Surah dere is! Tink 'bout it a minute. All we's gotta do is dress Trippah in some baggy, doity boy clothes, smudge her face an' hands wit doit, teach her how ta fight an' sell papes, an' cut off her hair. We's 'll teach her da mannahs of a boy, an' no one 'll evah know da difference."
Jack and the others still weren't entirely convinced after Skittery's explination. Snitch perked up and grinned as his friend stood up for his idea. Skittery watched the wheels in Jack's head turn as he thought over what Snitch and Skittery suggested. When Jack couldn't think of anything better to do, he looked at the expectant faces of Snitch and Skittery and gave them a nod.
"Okay, since we's got nutin' bettah ta go on, we's 'll use Snitch's idea." He paused once again to collect his thoughts. "Skitts, you and Snitch find da clothes we is gonna need. Snipes, youse go tell Kloppman what's happenin', an' Mush an' Blink, youse two get a sheet ta hang up ta give Trippah some privacy. Aftah youse are all finished, me, Blink, Mush, Skitts, Snitch, Race, Dave, an' Snipes 'll go git Trippah. Git goin'!"
The assignments were carried out as fast as possible. Skittery and Snitch flew about the bunkroom looking through everyone's stashes of extra clothes. In the end, Blink's shirt, Race's pants, Snitch's undershirt, Dutchy's suspenders, Specs's boots, and Skittery's hat were stuffed into a pillowcase. It wasn't long before the small group of boys met in the foyer. Skittery held the full case with Tripper's new wardrobe.
Jack joined the boys and silently led them out into the cold darkness. As Skittery stepped from the brightly-lit room, a chill went down his spine. A feeling of foreboding weighed heavily on his mind. He just couldn't shake the feeling that trouble was coming, and it was going to change his whole life.
That is it for chappy 9! Hope you all liked it! Please review soon! I'm also putting up chappies 10 and 11 so I will answer your reviews in chappy 12! Talk to you all later
For love, life, liberty, and chocolate covered newsies,
Jockey: over and out