Disclaimer for Chapter Two of Dath Higgins.
We do not own Newsies, or any of the characters there of. We do not own Star Wars, or any of the characters there of. We do not own Power Rangers, or any of the kung fu stances there of. The only thing we DO own, is this story, The Girl, Mrs. Higgins, and Izzy (we also own ourselves, and our personal belongings). Enjoy.
Chapter 2
Back on the Higgins' street, Conlon got himself gathered back up, and went back to Brooklyn. But before he got there, he got his normal weasely smirk on his face, straitened his dorky looking suspenders and stuck a forked stick in his back pocket, so no one would ask what happened to his old one.
But that girl snuck up behind him and stole the forked stick.
"AAHHH!!!" He screamed again, losing himself again and falling apart.
"Oy, you're such a coward," she muttered, breaking the stick in half.
"MY STICK!" he mouth yelled, while his eye balls rolled around on the ground.
She held his slingshot in front of him teasingly. "You want it?" she asked, then held it out over the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge.
One of his arms flopped towards her, "GIVE IT BACK!" he yelled, trying to pull himself together again.
She let go of it with one finger so that only four fingers were holding it over the water.
"NOOO! I'll do anything!" he yelled, but then thought about how fiendish girls could be, "ALMOST Anything..."
She let one more finger go with a smirk.
"Please don't..." he begged, pulling himself together some more.
"Then shave off all your hair." she said, an evil look on her face as she looked at his horrid, ugly long hair that he was so proud of.
Spot's eyes got bigger than his ego, "Like...bald?" he asked in a trembling whisper
Her smirk grew bigger. "Like bald."
Spot screwed his other leg on, and stood up, thinking, 'I can grow my hair back... but I can make a new sling shot too...better than that one...Ohhh what to do?!' he thought.
"Slingshot, or hair?" she asked.
His smirk returned to his face, "Neither." he said, walking off, while tightening his suspenders, so his pants where up around his neck nearly which made him walk like a duck.
She followed him, "Think about it, Spot Conlon, the famous Brooklyn leader with no slingshot... stolen from him by a GIRL. Is Conlon really as tough as they think he is? Soon other leaders are going to try to take over Brooklyn, like Cobra from Harlem..." she said nonchalantly.
"I'll make a new one." he said, but the thought of his precious Brooklyn being taken over...oh my, that worried him.
"But still, others will say that if a mere girl could take your slingshot, then a whole army of newsies can take over Brooklyn..."
'A whole army...EPP!' he thought, "No one will KNOW that a girl took it..." he replied, sticking his hands in his pockets that were around his chest.
"Uh, SEA, they will," she said, breaking into her native language for a moment.
Suddenly, a strange cheesy smell came up from the drain, and Higgins oozed up, in his shiny black suit, with its cool red and green flashing lights, that looked really cool in the dark.
The girl suddenly grabbed Spot by the back of the suspenders and held him over the bridge. "What will it be? Your hair and dignity, or your life?" she snarled, a strange glow coming to her eyes.
"Let him go...NOT OVER THE RIVER!" Higgins yelled, pulling out a gigantic breadstick and waving it at her.
She rose her eyebrow. "What'll it be Conlon?" she asked, catching the breadstick and stuffing it in a passing gentleman (who happened to be the bank president)'s mouth.
"MY BREAD-SABER!" Higgins yelled, jerking the girl back away and thumping her. Conlon just hung there, froze with fear, with little icicles hanging off his nose.
The girl punched Higgins' then pulled a dagger off her belt and began sawing off Conlon's hair.
"NOOO!!!!! YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME A CHOICE!!!!" Conlon screamed, like a girl, and Higgins dumped a jar of his momma's pasta sauce on the girl's head, then ran off, to call his Cheese-Troopers for backup.
The girl went down to the river and washed the pasta off, muttering vile things about pasta in Gaelic before going and finding a new victim.
Spot ran off as fast as HIS legs could go, and hid under his bed in his bunkroom, shivering like a whipped puppy.
The girl pocketed the slingshot, then saw the back of Jack, whom she attacked. (Nice rhyme, huh?)
"GREAT HORSESHOES!" Jack exclaimed, using his hero's favorite expression.
The girl stopped for a moment, "Great horseshoes?!"
He jerked away from her and turned so he could see her, "Yeah...ya know...horseshoes..." he said, looking over her, while pushing his greasy hair back.
"Yeah, I know what horse shoes are..." she said, holding up his cowboy hat which she had snatched off the top of his head.
"Give that back!" he said, leaping for her.
She stepped out of his line of attack though and shook her head. "Nope."
Jack darted at her again, then stood there scratching his head, "What do ya want with my hat anyways? Ohhh...you want it cause it was on my handsome head...don't ya?" he said, smirking.
She raised an eyebrow, "Uh, no. I don't." she said with an expression on her face like she was going to be sick.
"Oh..." he said, getting a disappointed look on his face, "Well...what do you want with it then?" he asked.
"Entertainment," she said, starting off.
"ENTERTAINMENT?!" he yelled, "ITS A HAT!"
"It's getting the things that are entertainment. By the way, I, a girl, stole Conlon's slingshot and cut off all his hair." she added over her shoulder.
Jack's mouth dropped to the ground, and his tongue rolled out. Higgins, who came flying by, dumped some pasta sauce on his tongue and took off after 'The Girl'.
But the girl vanished in the shadows of an alleyway.
"Blasted Butter Beans!" Higgins spat out, when he lost her, then went to look for his Troopers again, since he still hadn't found them……………….