Guys and Dolls

by Magdalan-Saiyan-Toa

When you see a guy, reach for starts in the sky, you can bet that he's doing it for some doll. When you spot a John witing out in the rain, chances are he's insane, 'cause only a John can be for a Jane... Further writing in canceled

2. Chapter 2

Guys and Dolls
Fanfic by: MST
Original Story by: Jo Swerling and Abe Burrows
Based on the Story by: Damon Runyon
Inspired by: My High School's Spring Musical
Disclaimer:We do not own Bionicle, norshall weever, unlesswe go to court and gain the rights.We also don't own Guys and Dolls, it was originally based on Runyon's The Idyll of Miss Sarah Brown.

Characters:

Sister Sarah Brown
Hahli

Sky Masterson
Sky

Miss Adelaide
Macku

Nathan Detroit
Hewkii

"Grandfather" Arvide Aberanthy
Kongu

Big Jule (B. S. Pully)
Kalama

Nicely-Nicely Johnson
Takua

Benny Southstreet
Kopeke

Rusty Charlie
Matoro

Harry the Horse
Onepu the Ussal

Lieutenant Brannigan
Ally

Agatha
Kai

Calvin
Tamaru

Martha
Amaya

General Matilda B. Cartwright
Dume

Joey Biltmore
Kapura

Scranton Slim
Kokkan

Mimi
Kotu

Brandy Bottle Bates
Jaa

The Greek
Gadjati

Angie the Ox
Boreas

Society Max
Aft

Liver Lips Louie
Piatra

Mindy
Agni

Hot Box Girls
Kailani, Marka, Nireta, Nixie, Okoth, Pelagia, Shasa, Vhisola

Singers:
Hewkii
(Kopeke)
(Takua)
(Crapshooters)
Hewkii/Kopeke/Takua
Random Crapshooter

Note: This takes place in Metru Nui. We have added Broadway to the Bionicle world, just so you know. Later characters may be added and we shall repost the entire list, incase you forget who is who. We are also using the script to help us. Names, lyrics, and some words were changed to fit the story. All Matoran wear clothing.

Chapter 2: The Heat is On!

Takua looked after the band as they trudged slowly away.

"Poor Miss Hahli!" he said. "I wonder why a refined doll like her is mixed up in the Mission dodge." Kopeke nodded in agreement.

"She is a beautiful doll, all right, with one hundred percent eyes."

"It is too bad that such a doll wastes all her time being good. How can she make any widgets from that?"

"Maybe she owns a piece of the Mission."

"Yeah."
As the two were talking, Onepu, a gambling Onu-Matoran walked up behind them, smacking them on the shoulders in greeting.

"Hey! Kopeke! And who is this?"

Kopeke looked at him, quiet surprised to see him, then laughed.

"Onepu the Ussal, how are you! You remember Takua?"

"Oh, yeah! How goes it?" He held up his fist.

"Nicely, nicely, thank you." Takua answered, punching the fist. Onepu looked around.

"Tell me, what about Hewkii? Is he got a place for his crap game?" He whispered. Kopeke shook his head.

"We don't know yet." he whispered back.

"The heat is on." Takua stated.

"He's still looking for a place."

"Well tell him I'm loaded and looking for action." He began to walk away. "I just acquired five thousand potatoes."

"Five thousand widgets?" Kopeke gasped.

"Where did you acquire it?" Takua asked curiously.

"I collected the reward on father." he answered over his shoulder. The looked at each other and shrugged.

"Everybody is looking for action. I wish Hewkii a—" Kopeke was stopped short with a slap to the gut.

"Why Lieutenant Ally! Mr. Kopeke, it is Lieutenant of the Metru Nui Vahki Assistant Department."

"A pleasure."

"Any of you guys seen Hewkii?" Ally eyed them wearily.

"Which Hewkii is that?" The tall Po-Matoran turned and faced them, then began pacing.

"I mean the Hewkii who's been running a floating crap game around here, and getting away with it by moving it to a different spot every night." He stopped right in front of Takua.

"Why are you telling us this—Your Honor?" the Ta-Matoran asked nervously.

"I'm telling you this because I know you two bums work for Hewkii, rustling up customers for his crap game.

"We do?" Takua blinked, trying to seem innocent.

"Yeah!"

"Oh!" Takua smiled. Kopeke slapped his forehead.

"You can tell him for me: I know he's running around trying to find a spot. Well, nobody's gonna give him a spot, because they all know that Ally is breathing down their neck!"

Takua saw Hewkii approaching, obviously not noticing that the Lieutenant was there.

"Hi, Hewkii!" Takua waved.

"Fellows," Hewkii called, "I'm having terrible trouble. Everybody's scared on account of that busy Ally, and I can't—" He stopped short seeing the Lieutenant standing there.

"Something wrong, Mr. Hewkii?"Ally asked squinting. Hewkii gave a sickly grimce.

"Oh, hello Lieutenant. I hope you don't think I was talking about you. There are other lousy Ally's."

"Hewkii, I have just been talking to you colleagues about your crap game. I imagine you are having trouble finding a place."

"Well, the heat is on, as you must know from the fact that you now have to live on your salery." Ally glared hard, then left. Once he was gone, Matoro walked over to Hewkii.

"Did you find a place?" But he was ignored.

"What does that cop want from me? What am I— a sex maniac? I merely run a crap game for the convenience of those who want a little action, in return for which I take a small cut. Is that a crime! Yeah!"

"Hewkii! Did you find a place?" Matoro asked again.

"Did you find a place for the game?" Takua aksed. Hewkii threw his arms in the air.

"Did I find a place for the game!" he exclaimed. "Did I find— yes, I found a place!We're holding our game at the Radio City Music Hall."

"How did you fix the ushers?" Matoro gasped curiously.

"I tried all the regular places. The back of the cigar store, the funeral parlor—"

"Hewkii, you said once there might be a chance of the Biltimore Garage." Takua recalled.

"I was over to the Biltimore Garage,—" He smacked his hands on his friends shoulders. "—spoke to Kupara himself. Says he might take a chance and let me use the plave if I give him a thousand widgets."

"A thousand widgets!" Matoro's eyes grew.

"In cash." He shoved Matoro. "He won't take my marker."

"Your maker's no good, huh?"

"What do you mean?" He shoved him into Takua. "A marker ain't just a piece of paper that says: 'I.O.U. one thousand widgets. Signed, HEWKI!' A marker is like a pledge which a guy can't welch on it. It's like not saluting the flag. My marker is as good as gold, only Kupara don't think so— It don't seem possible. Me without a livelyhood. Why, I have been running the crap game ever since I was a jouvinle delinquent." Matoro bit his lip.

"Hewkii, can't you do anything?"

"What can I do, I'm broke. I can't even buy Macku a present today, and you know what today is? It is mine and Macku's fourteenth anniversary."

Takua and Matoro looked at one another.

"Yeah?" the both asked.
"Yeah. We've been engaged fourteen years."
"Hewkii, concentrate on the game. The town's up to here with high players." Matoro raised his hand slightly above his head. "Gadjati's in town!" He pointed to a Po-Matoron across the street.

"Jaa!" Takua pointed to a Ko-Matoran next to the one called Gadjati.

"Kokkan!" Matoro pointed to the other Po-Matoran now at the newsstand.

"I know." Hewkii rubbed his temples. "But where can I have the game?"

(The Biltmore Garage wants a grand)

(But we ain't got a grand on hand)

And they've now got a lock on the door

Of the public school eighty-four

(There' the stockroom behind McCloskey's bar)

(But Missus McCloskey ain't a good scout)

And things bein'

The way they are

The back of the police station is out

(So the Biltmore Garage is the spot)

But the one thousand widgets we ain't got

None of them had noticed a crapshooter walk up to them.

Why it's good old reliable Hewkii

(Hewkii, Hewkii, Hewkii, Hewkii)

(If you're lookin' for action)

(He'll furnish the spot)

(Even when the heat is on)

(It's never to hot)

(Not for good old reliable Hewkii)

(For it's always just a short walk)

(To the oldest established permanent)

(Floating crap game in Metru Nui)

(There are well-heeled shooters)

(Ev'rywhere, ev'rywhere)

(There are well-heeled shooters)

(Ev'rywhere— and an awful lot of lettus)

They showed them their widgets

(For the fella who can get us there)

If we only had a lousy little grand,

We could be a millionaire

(That's good old reliable Hewkii)

(Hewkii, Hewkii, Hewkii, Hewkii)

(If the size of your bundle)

(You want to increase)

(He'll arange that you go broke)

(In quiet and peace)

(In a hide out provided by Hewkii)

(Where there are no neighbours to squawk)

(It's the oldest established)

(Permenant floating crap game in Metru Nui)

The crapshooters all bend down on one knee and reach their hands out to Hewkii and his friends.

(Where's the action?)

(Where's the game?)

Gatta have a game

Or we'll die from shame

The crapshooter began to walk over and surround the trio.

(It's the oldest established)

(Permenant floating crap game in Mewtru Nui)

"Gemtlemen, do not worry." Hewkii stood in front of them. "Hewkii's crap game will float again. My boys—" He slapped Takua and Matoro on the back. "—will let you know where it is."

The crapshooters nodded and left, leaving only Takua, Matoro, Hewkii, and a Le-Matoran named Boreas.

"Okay, Hewkii.—" Boreas said. "Say you know who else is looking for some action? Sky! Sky's in town." He looked at them and left.

"Sky!" Hewkii cried. "There is the highest player of them all!"

"Higher than Gadjati?" Matoro asked.

"Higher than anybody. Why do you think they call him Sky? That's how high he bets. I once saw him bet on five thousand widgets on a chute lurker. And another time he was sick, and he wouldn't take medicine account he had bet on ten C's that his temperature would go to 104."
"Did it?" Takua asked, his famous curiousity beginning to tweek out.

"Did it?" Hewkii turned to Takua. "He's so lucky it went to 106. Good old Sky."

"Maybe you can borrow a thousand from Sky."

"Not Sky. With him that kind of widget ain't leding widgets—" He paused. "—It's betting widgets. So, why don't I bet him a thousand on something?" Takua's jaw dropped.

"You would bet with Sky?" He asked meekly.

"I ain't scared. I'm perfectly willing to take the risk, providing I can figure out a bet on which there is no chance of loosing." He put his hands on his friends' shoulders. "He likes crazy bets, like which lump of sugar will a Nui-Rama sit on, or how far you can kick a piece of cheesecake— Cheesecake! Ohh! Look— run into Agni's Resturaunt and ask Agni how many pieces of cheesecake he sold yesterday and also how many pieces of strudal."

"How much cheesecake and how much studel— What do you want to know for?" Matoro asked.

"Just find out! Now beat it— here comes Macku. If she hears I am running the crap game she will never set foot on me again." The two ran off as Hewkii's fiancée of fourteen years, Macku, approached. Thee dancers (Vhisola, Marka, and Okoth) followed her.

"Hello, Hewkii dear." she said extending her arms to hug him.

"Macku! Gukko!" He let go of her and she turned to the girls.

"You go ahead, gals. Order me a Ruki fish on rye and a chocolate sundae with tomato ketchup and mayonnaise."

"Okay, Macku." They chorused. They walked away whispering and giggling.

"We gotta get back to the Hot Box."

"You still rehearsing?"

"Yeah that slave driver Kumo— he's been working us all day. Finally I says, 'Look, Kumo, I'm starving! I gotta get outta here and get something to eat.' And he says, 'You don't want to eat. You just want to sneak out and meet that cheap bum, Hewkii!'" Her love was outraged.

"So what did you say to him?" His fists were clenched.

"I told him. I says, 'I'll see whoever I want!'"

"Well, don't you upset yourself. How's your cold?"

"Oh, it's much better, thank you— Hewkii! Happy Anniversary!" She held out a small red box.

"A present! For me?" He took it from her.

"I hope you like it."

He opened up the box.

"A belt!"

"Read the card!"

"'Sugar is sweet, and so is jelly, so put this belt around your belly.' That's so sweet. Look honey— about the present. I was going to get you a diamond wrist watch with a gold band and two rubies on the side."

"Hewkii, you shouldn't have!" She clapped her hands together and looked at him so lovingly, Hewkii couldn't have felt more guilty.

"It's alright— I didn't— I'm sorry." Macku frowned and shrugged it off. She hugged him.

"No, I kind of like it when you forget to give me presents. It makes me feel like we're married."

"Don't worry, honey— one of these days I'll be in the widgets, and you'll have more mink than a mink."
"Hewkii, darling, I can do without anything just so long you don't start running that crap game again.

He fondly carressed her check and said lovingly, "The crap game! What an absurd thought!"

Takua and Matoro tip-toed over to them whispering something to one another.

"Psst!" Matoro hissed. "Psst! Hewkii!"
"Um, darling, I think those fellas want to speak to you." Macku pointed to the two behind him. Hewkii walked over to them.

"Twelve hundred cheesecake and fifteen hundred strudel."

"Huh?" Hewkii looked at him quizically.

"Yesterday, Agni sold twelve hundred cheesecake and fifteen hundred studel."

"More studel than cheesecake. That's great!"

"Hewkii! What is this?" Macku asked. The Ga-Matoran had her hands on her hips, giving him the eye.

"Nothing, honey." he said nervously. Onepu slunk in the backround, looked about nervously, then walked up to Hewkii, slapping him on the shoulder.

"Hey! Any news yet?" the Onu-Matoran asked.

"Not yet, Onepu, I'll let you know." Hewkii patted him on the back.

"Okay, Hewkii." He left.

"What was that about?" Macku asked, courious to what her fiancée was up to.

"His wife's having a baby." Hewkii lied.

"Why's he asking you?"
"He's nervous— it's his first wife." Macku nodded, understanding. Who wouldn't be nervous if their first was was having a baby? "Look, Macku, I'm expecting a fellow I know and you're hungry—"

"Hewkii, are you trying to get rid of me?"

"No, I just don't want your sandwich to get soggy." He looked over to Takua and Matoro. "Fellows, why don't you take Macku to the drugstore?" He turned back to her. "You see, honey, you've got a cold, and it's across the street, and there's a lot of open man holes around—"

Takua and Matoro linked arms with her and raised her a short way abouve the ground.

"Hewkii, darling, you're so thoughtful. You're just the sweetest Matoran. Goodbye. Goodbye!"

Hewkii waved goodbye to her, then began to pace, rubbing his temples. Across the street was Sky, a high bid gambler, talking to some young Matoran, fresh meat. The Po-Matoran waited for the Ta-Matoran to walked over to him. After a few seconds, Hewkii lost his patience.

"Hey, Sky! Glad to see you, friend!"

"Hewkii!" Sky walked over, bidding the fresh meat farewell. "You, old promoter, you!"

"How are you, Sky? You look great!" Hewkii held out his fist in greeting, Sky clanged his own against his friend's.

"Feel great, Hewkii. Two wonderful weeks out west in Ko-Mertru. Great place! Beautiful scenery, a slightly cool climate, and I beat 'em fifty G's at blackjack."

"Fifty G's!— Going to be in town long?"

"No, flying above to Le-Koro tomorrow."
"Le-Koro?"

"Yea, there's a lot of action there. Want to come with me?"
"No, I got things to do— Meantime, how about dropping over to Agni's for a piece of cheesecake or studel or something?"

"No. I think I'll go get the late results." He pulled out a scratch sheet.

"Oh!" He stopped Sky. "But you will admit that Agni has the greatest cheesecake in the city?"

"Yes, I'm quite partial to Agni's cheesecake."

"Who ain't? And yet, there are some Matoran who like Agni's strudel." Sky was disinterested. "Off hand, which do you think he sells more of, the cheesecake or the strudel?" Sky thought about it for a second.

"Well, I never give it much thought. But if everybody is like I am, I'd say Agni sells much more cheesecake than strudel."

"For how much?"

"Huh?" Sky backed away, confused.

"For how much?"

"Why, Hewkii, I never knew you to be a betting Matoran. You always take your percentage off the top."

"Well for old times' sake, I thought I'd give you a little action. I bet you a thousand widgets that yesterday Agni sold more strudel than cheesecake."

"Hewkii, let me tell you a story—"

"Oh—"

"When I was a young Matoran about to go into the world, my father says to me a ver valuable thing. He says to me like this: 'Son,' the old guy says, 'I am sorry that I am not able to bankroll you a very large start, but not having any potatoes to give you, I am now going to stake you some very valubale advise. One of these days, in your travels, a guy is going to come to you and show you a nice, brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken, and this guy is going to offer to bet you that he can make the Jack of Spades jump out of the deck and squirt cider in your ear. But son, do not bet this Matoran, for as sure as you stand there, you are going to wind up with an earful of cider.' Now, Hewkii, I do not claim that you have been clocking Agni's cheesecake—"

"You don't think that—"

"However, if you're really looking for some action—" Sky slapped his hand over Hewkii's necktie. "I will bet you the same thousand that you do not know what color of the necktie you have on." Hewkii frowned. "Well?"

"No bet." Sky removed his hand. "Blue. What a crazy color." Takua and Matoro walked out of the drugstore, Matoro pointed over to the two talking.

"Hewkii, we took Macku to the drugstore—" the Ko-Matoran began, but was cut off.

"Don't bother me." Hewkii shoved Matoro to the ground and rubbed his temples.

"Hi ya, Sky!" Takua greeted the Ta-Matoran.

"Good. How's it with you fellows?" Sky asked, watching Takua help Matoro to his feet.

"Not bad." Matoro sighed.

"Nicely, nicely." Takua said to Sky. He looked at Hewkii. "We took Macku to the drugstore, and she says for you to be sure to pick her up after the show at the Hot Box and..." He tried to think of the rest of the message. A whack in the gut by Matoro reminded him. "'Don't be late!'"

"Yes, dear. I mean, yes—" Hewkii slapped his forehead.

"'Yes, dear.' That's husband talk if I ever heard it. Hewkii, you are trapped. In Macku, you have the kind of a girl that is most difficult to unload." Sky stated.

"I don't want to unload her. I love Macku. And a guy without a doll— well, if a guy does not have a doll— who would holler at him? A doll is a necessity."

"Hewkii, I am not putting a rap on dolls. I just say a guy should have them around when he wants them, and they are easy to find."

"Not dolls like Macku!"

"Hewkii, figuring weight for age, all dolls are the same."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Then how come you ain't got a doll?" Hewkii winked at takua, letting him know he had a plan bubbling. "How come you're going to Le-Koro alone without one?" He crossed his arms in front of chest, challenging him.

"I like to travel light, but if I wish to take a doll to Le-Koro there is a large assortment available."

Hewkii could hear the Mission Band off in the distance. The rest of his plan had formed in his sly head. A sucker bet.

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Well, there's chapter 2 for ya! Sorry it took so long to get up, more technical difficulties... and Sarah broke her arm and went emo on all of us.

Sarah: Cram it, will ya!

Brooks: And she's P.O.ed again.

Kaji: We're doomed.

What are we doing right now? Sleeping, eating, writing, singing the songs and working out the coreography.

Reviews:

OlderFan: Who doesn't? Guys and Dolls is a fabulous musical with beautiful, yet comedic songs. We not only love the movie but the high school that Brooks, Kirsten, and Sarah attend did the musical during the spring (Brooks's cousin got to be Adelaide). We work with the script to get songs and words down pat.

kaibagirlx: Yeah it is a little confusing at the beginning, but once more chapters are posted it starts to make more sense.