sobs sniff looks up from watching movie Oh, hi. dries her eyes Sorry, I was just finishing Paying It Forward. It has got to be one of the saddest movies I have ever seen! blows nose Ok, I'm good now. grins Glad that you came back to read the newest edition to my story! I'm on a role! I started this chappy like right after I finished number fourteen and am updating less then 24 hours later! Go moi! Well, I guess I should get on with it seeing as you all want to get to reading the story. looks around room at still sobbing newsies Okay boyos, time to buck up and get on with dis story.

NEWSIES: blow noses and sniff away their tears Okay. We's ready now.

Good. Now, who was going to do the disclaimer this time around?

SLIDER: waves hand up in the air

Oh yeah, it was you wasn't it. huggles SliderIsn't he so cute, folks? Well, my sweety, get started please or my faithful readers will abandon me! eyes start to tear up at the idea

SLIDER: Jockey don't own anyting but Tripper. All da goils are owned by dere creators, and da newsies are owned by Disney.

Awww...tanks cutey! A round of applause for Slider's amazing disclaimer! claps loudly

SPOT, BLINK, RACE: Hey! How come he gits da applause for doin' da disclaimer, an' we didn't?

Well, that would be because grabs Slider's cheeks look at dis little face! Isn't it so cute? That's why!

BOYS: grumbles darkly before leaving to drown their sorrows in ice cream

mmmm...ice cream drools Stop it! Must stay focused! Snipes? Please begin the shout outs.

SNIPES: Me pleasure! bows to Jockey and audience Here we's go...

mistymixwolf aka Perch: Yes! Tripper rules! She beat up Jack Kelly! Girls will always dominate! Go girls! Go girls! Hope you had fun swimming without me. pouts Didn't even think to invite your friend did you? Oh well, probably wouldn't have been able to go anyways. Hope you like this chappy.

madmbutterfly713: Welcome to my story! It is always nice to get a new reviewer. blushes Awww...you're too kind. Is this updating soon enough for you? I hope so. Tanks for thinking my shout outs are funny. I try. I like to have fun with these things! They bring out my goofy side. Are you a hard core Spot fan? I know many of them so I was wondering if you should now be added to the list. Hope you like this chappy because it is leading up to something really devious and funny in the next chappy!

newsiefreak9er9er: Yeah, how dare they think that she can't fight! She can fight! Darn well too as I showed in the last chappy! grumbles darkly about stupid scabbers and something about a torture chamber Tanks so much for all your ideas! They will be put into good effect in the next chappy. Trust me, the boys will curse the day they ever thought that a girl couldn't take care of herself. Mwhahahahahahaha! See them cower in fear before my imaginitive brilliance! newsies cower in totally fear at Jockey's crazy look and brandished billiad stick Just so you know, to be supreme leader on Newsiedom, you must have a weird weapon like my billiard sticks. It is a must to keep the rabble in line. So, choose your weapon carefully. It could mean the difference between life and insanity!

elleetJenn: Long time since I heard from you chica! Glad to have you back! Yes, I would even have stayed in the washroom if it was me. I might have jumped one of the boys coming out so sexy like that too, depending on how tired or hyper I was. But I think that every girl who has seent the movie would have wanted to change places with my Tripper. I'm glad that you are happy to have Spot in the story. He is the guy of your dreams right? I thought so... Tanks again for writing to me. I missed seeing your name in my reviews. Yes, I thought the little insult that I put in there added a nice touch. shines nails on shirt Don't worry, Oscar won't forget that for a while. Tripper's gonna have to watch her back.

Tears in a Bottle: I'm so glad that you thought it was a purdifully excellent chappy! I thought it was rather good myself, but this one is a bit better in my mind. And the next will be even better! You can tell that I have some good ideas scheming in my little brain. I'm not going to let even Skittery read the next chappy as I write it because that would ruin the effect that it would have on the boys. So, it will be a complete surprise for them. I will willingly join you in your swooning, gushing, and goily giggling because I really wish that it was me instead of her. grumbles in annoyance I want's to kiss a really Skittery! pouts Welp, I hope you likes this chappy. I worked hard on it! Hope to talk to you on IM soon!

Thanks to ya Snipes! Run along and get some ice cream. watches boy run off Ok, now you peeps know what to do here. Read and review! I'm expecting many for this chappy cause it is really good! Please enjoy!

Cute, but Psycho,

Jockey

Chapter Fifteen

The sound of wood grating against wood could be heard from the sick room. Kloppman glanced up at the ceiling before shaking his head in amazement and going back to reading over the ledger. Tripper had come back from selling that morning and immediately fell on her knees before him with hands clasped and eyes pleading.

"Kloppman, please, please, please can me girl friends come over and spend the night tonight? Pretty please? We will be quiet and sleep in the sick room so the laddies don't get any ideas." She had pleaded and begged for nearly an hour before Kloppman had given in.

So, now the seven girls were upstairs moving the beds and cabinets around to make more room for their stuff. Thankfully, the boys hadn't shown up yet from selling the evening edition. Kloppman didn't know what would happen once the boys found out about the girls' "sleepover."

Upstairs, the moving furniture drowned giggles and squeals out. After the battle with Jack on the pier, the girls had rushed back to the lodging house while the boys went to sell the evening edition. They moved the furniture to line the sides of the small room, leaving the middle open and clear. During Tripper's "strike," they had planned this little party and several pranks that they could play. All was ready and waiting for that night.

Shooter threw her bedding down in the center of the open area and began smoothing out the edges into a comfy looking bed.

"How come youse gets da centah?" Kitten stood hands on her hips mock glaring down at Shooter.

"Because I'se gots heah foist. So deal wit it Kitty."

Kitten growled low at the hated nickname Shooter used to get on her nerves. She sprang at Shooter with harm intended. Shrieks and yells filled the room as the two rolled around on the floor. The other girls ignored them, stepping over the duo when they got in the way.

After several minutes of listening to them catfight, Sweeps got tired of it. "Come on Kitten, Shootah! Cut it out! Yer gonna mess up me bed!" But her plea went unheard by the warring girls.

Hawk grabbed her pillow from the floor and smacked Shooter full in the face. All movement stopped as Shooter stared in shock at Hawk's laughing face. Then everyone was racing for their pillows. Loud shouts and screams could soon be heard along with running feet and thumping pillows as they connected with flesh. Soon, the running footsteps could be heard running through the hall and around the boys' bedroom.

Skittery, Snitch, and Bumlets chose that moment to walk into the lodging house.

"G'evenin' boys. How was da headline taday?" Kloppman pointedly ignored the loud shrieks coming from upstairs.

Bumlets gave the ceiling an estranged look as several 'elephants' went stampeding over their heads.

"It was okay. Bettah den yestahday."

"Well, from da sound of it, dose goilies are now in youse room now. Bettah go make sure nutin' happens up there."

Kloppman glanced up at the boys with a twinkle in his eye as they raced up the stairs to save their room from certain disaster. They entered a war zone where pillow grenades flew everywhere, feathery shot floated in the air, and the soldiers ran around like banshees screaming at the top of their lungs.

"Look out!" A renegade pillow was misfired and made contact with Skittery's head.

He held it aloft ready to send it back to the offender who was already looking for a new weapon. Perch found an unused pillow sitting in its rightful spot on one of the beds and held it out to shield herself from Skittery's missile.

"Hiya boys!" Three voices chirped out from behind them in the hallway. "Da tree of youse come ta join in our party?"

The boys turned with reluctance to find Accent, Sweeps, and Tripper standing there with mischievous smiles on their pretty faces and pillows ready in their hands. A series of deep yells and high-pitched screams turned their attention to the room behind them.

Kloppman must have told the next boys who returned what was happening because a surprise attack came from the window with the fire escape. Mush, Blink, Jack, Spot, Specs, Dutchy, and David came shouting bloody murder through the window. The warring girls were so surprised that they all dropped their pillows, screamed, and ran away from the advancing guys.

The three girls at the door watched in pure disgust as their friends scattered and got caught in some of the corners or on top of the bucks. A glance and nod brought them into agreement with each other.

"Charge! For da glory of all goils everywhere!"

The girls shoved past the boys still in the doorway and charged into the mayhem with pillows swinging left and right. They rescued their friends from their corner and bunk prisons and rearmed them. Now the two companies stood glaring at each other from different sides of the room. All was silent as the armies tried to make their opponents back down with dark glares and tries to be tougher then they really were.

Tripper grinned impishly at Skittery who in turn stuck his tongue out at her. She was completely shocked that the glum and dumb would give such an answer.

"Bring it on, buddy! Come an' git me if ye ken." She stuck her tongue out and motioned for him to make the first move.

Surprisingly, it wasn't Skittery who made the first move. Davey, the peace-loving boy, threw one of his pillows, which hit Kitten right in the stomach. The boys stared in disbelief at their friend who was staring in wide-eyed horror at his seething girlfriend.

"N-Now, take it easy, Kitten. I'se didn't mean ta hit ya wit da pillow, I swears!"

"Yeah, an' I jest happened to do this!" She tackled the surprised boy to the ground and started to tickle him with no mercy.

The other girls followed her lead by attacking the boys closest to them with pillows. Yells and shrieks filled the upstairs once again. Soon, feathers joined the humid air from several of the pillows bursting upon contact with someone's warm flesh. The battle lasted for nearly an hour. More contenders joined the ranks as they came walking in from a hard day of selling. All fun ended though when Kloppman came in to shoo the girls to their own room.

"Look at dis mess! Looks like youse had a fight with some geese an' lost! Goilies gather up dose feathers and stuff dem back inta da pillows. Fellas, youse get yer butts in dose beds before I soak da lot of ya! G'night my little demons."

"G'night Kloppman!" The whole room chorused brightly as the girls scurried to their room clutching the torn pillows and the boys climbed wearily into bed. Kloppman turned off the lights after the last boy was finally in bed. Before heading down to his own bed, he stopped at the sickroom door.

"Youse ladies get some sleep tanight, ya heah me?" He said opening the door to give them the evil eye.

"Yeah, yeah, we's heahs ya, Kloppman." Each girl planted a soft kiss on his weathered cheek.

He paused as heh moved to shut the door, "Oh, don't be too lenient on dose boys in dere. Dey need some spice in dere lives."

All he got as an answer was a mirrored evil grin on all the girls' lips and the same glow in their eyes.

"Dey want spice? We's 'll give dem spice!"