Chapter one- Ditching Davie

Mush, Skittery, Blink, Race, and Jack snuck quietly out of the Lodging House to head for Brooklyn, hoping that Davie wouldn't follow...again.

"So, guys, waddahe we gunnah do tadae?" they froze in their tracks.

"Ugh," Race mumbled, "Just when we thought we were safe."

"Uh, hi, Davie," Jack stuttered with a fake smile plastered on his face. The others turned around slowly, each with a painful grimace on his face.

"Um, we were just goin' over to Brooklyn to visit Spot," said Mush, "Ow!" Blink had slapped him in the back of the head. "What was that fo-hehe. Oops."

"Can I come?" Davie asked eagerly.

"Uh, sure, Davie," sighed Jack.

"Whyja tell him where we were goin'?" Blink yell-whispered to Mush.

"I dunno, I forgot, I guess. I'm a little out of it this morning."

"Remember, he was cool during da strike when he actually lived in his own house. Now he's practically moved into the lodging house. And his accent! It's mocking the essence (A/N: whoa big word for a newsie!) of newsies!" Blink reminded Mush.

"Yeah, now he's just annoying, and he smells like lo mien. Whatever that is."

The newsies continued on their journey/hike/voyage/trip/walk/thingy to Brooklyn and Mush and Blink started brainstorming ways they could ditch Davie.

"How about...we push him off the bridge?" Mush suggested.

''No! stupid, we don't wanna kill him! Just ditch him. You know, you're such an idiot sometimes." Blink said.

"Gash! You don't have to be so mean about it!" They started punching each other playfully.

"You guys, hurry up! Stop playing around!" Jack called to them up ahead from where the rest of the gang had walked.

"We're coming, we're coming," Blink said, "Hey, what if we 'decided' we didn't want to go to Brooklyn anymore?" Blink did the finger quotation thingy.

"Then we could...not go to Brooklyn?" mush asked, confused.

"No!" Blink hit Mush over the head. "We could 'race' Davie back to the Lodging House and instead go to Brooklyn." Blink did the finger quotation thingy again.

"Hey, that's a great idea! But I never really understood what this (he does the finger quotation thing) meant."

"Oh my gosh, you're so dumb! I'm not even going to try! There's no use," Blink sighed. "But we'd better tell the others our plan soon cause we're almost at the bridge.

Okay, I'll go talk to Davie to distract him, and you tell the guys the plan. Lets go!"

Blink went over to Davie and put his arm around Davie's shoulders. They started talking about the good old days and the strike. Meanwhile, Skittery, Race, and Jack were being informed of the plan Blink and Mush had formulated. They agreed that Skittery would tell Davie that they had decided not to go to Brooklyn and that Race would race Davie back to the Lodging House.

"Hey, Davie" Skittery called. "Um, I dint think we're gonna go to Brooklyn today, okay? I mean, Jack has plans with Sarah, and Race wanted to go to the tracks and…we kinda realized today isn't the best day to go to Brooklyn."

"Awright. Den we'uh gonnah goe back ta da Lawjing Haowsee (Lodging House) right?" asked Davie.

"Yeah" said Race. "Hey, why don't we race back to the Lodging House Davie?"

"Okayeah." Davie answered.

"On your mark, get set, go!" yelled Racetrack. Davie and Race sped off, Race stopping after a few yards, Davie disappearing into the distance, not once looking back.

"Good job, you guys," said Blink. Mush and Skittery high-fived...and missed.

"C'mon, we're gonna be late meeting Spot," Jack said.

They continued their journey/hike/voyage/trip/walk/thingy to Brooklyn.

"Hey, Spot," called Jack when Spot came into view.

"Hiya, Jack! I'll be there in a second," called Spot as he jumped down from his perch on the pier. "You're early."

"So, whaddaya wanna do?" Race asked.

''Nothin' legal. Let's get outta here," Spot said. (A/N: this part is from the Outsiders which is a really good movie. The book is good, too.)

As they strutted back to Manhattan, they felt a tremor run through the bridge.

"Ahhhhh! What's happening!" Skittery screamed like a girl while everyone else ran around in circles, literally. "You guys, stay calm. Everything is going to be okay," said Jack more for his sake than for the others.

Somehow, Race ended up hanging off the side of the bridge. "Help! You guys, help me!" Race cried. Jack, Mush, Spot, Skittery, and Blink ran over to where Race was hanging.

"Hang on!" Spot said, "We'll get you up from there!" But, alas, they could not, for they were all dragged down by Race's heavy body-weight and went toppling-wait, you don't topple off a bridge, you fall. Hey, I like toppling. Whatever! Back to the story-they went topple-falling off the bridge and through the air. DUN DUN DUN!

Spot: What's gonna happened?

Race: Shurrup! You know they wouldn't kill us all off in the FIRST CHAPTER of the story! Stupid.

Spot: Oh yeah! Hey! No one calls the great Spot Conlon, Leader of Brooklyn, stupid!

Mush: I think he just did.

Blink: Garsh Mush, you're so stupid.

Mush: No one calls the great Mush... hey what's my last name?

Skittery: Ignore them all.

Race: Help! Spot has me in a headlock!

Jack: Haha!

THE EL FIN (of the first chapter)