For Brooklyn
By: Ambrlupin
Epilogue
Disclaimer: No. I. Do. Not. OWN. Blah. Nor do I own the songs in here, it was just for fun, I swear!
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It was late one night during a party in the safe-house when Jack and David got up, catching some of the other's attention. They grinned and jumped up on two chairs.
Jack:
Startin' now
He's the king of Brooklyn.
David:
Ain't ya heard?
He's the king of Brooklyn.
Spot stopped talking to Red and turned, his eyes wide. "What the...?" The tune was altered slightly to fit in with the new words, and those words were what made him want to both laugh and cry. Jack and David sang, the words changed here and there to fit him, and then Red was on the table, smirking down at him in that annoying way only he could.
Red:
Ain't ya heard?
He's the king of Brooklyn!
Jack, Red, and David:
Holy cow
It's a miracle
Bronx's cryin'
Queens is dyin'
Flashpots are shootin' bright as the sun
He's one highfalutin' son-of-a-gun
Don't ask me how
Fortune found him
Fate just crowned him
Now he's king of Brooklyn.
Look and see
Once a piker
Now a striker
He's the king of Brooklyn.
Victory!
Front page story
Guts and glory
He's the king of Brooklyn!
Spot shook his head and a devilish grin lit his eyes as he jumped up next to Red.
"Once and for all
Something tells me the tide'll be turnin'
Once and for all
There's a fire inside me
That won't stop burnin'
Now that the choices are clear
Now that tomorrow is here
Watch how the mighty will fall
For once and for all."
The newsies laughed and whistled as Spot nudged Red in his side.
"Once and for all
We'll be there to defend one another
Once and for all
Every kid is our friend
Every friend a brother."
Red's eyes were tearing up slightly, but he threw a shoulder around Spot's shoulders, smirking as they finished it at the top of their lungs.
"Five thousand fists in the sky
Five thousand reasons to try
We're goin' over the wall
Better to die than to crawl
Either we stand or we fall
For once, BROOKLYN!
Once and for all!"
Red and Spot cracked up laughing, leaning on each other to keep from falling off of the table. Without a word, Spot held up his cane, and Red grabbed it just below the other's hand.
"We protected what is ours,
nows all we got to do
is keep on skippin through the flowers
Brooklyn this was for you!"
Jack busted out laughing, swiping at their heads. "What the heck! Are you two DRUNK!"
"Well, we had...a little ta drink..." Spot smirked at David, thinking he was Jack. "Nuttin...ser-serious..."
"Yeah!" Red cried, nearly falling over. "Nuttin...seri...seri...what he said!"
David shook his head with a chuckle, "Whoo boy, can this get any worse?"
He should have known better than to say that for with Brooklyn around, the answer to that was always yes.
And Brooklyn was always going to be around.
THE END (for real this time!)
OR NOT!
Sequel!
Someone ran in the house then, chest heaving. It was a girl a little younger than Jack, it looked like, with honey colored hair pulled back from her face. When Spot saw her he froze, the laughter dying from his face. "Caroline." He whispered.
Red stood ramrod straight, gazing at her in barely restrained anger. "Whaddya want? You've no business 'ere!"
"Matthew..." She hardly seemed to care about the angry looks she was receiving or the snapped sentence from the tall redhead. "Mom and Dad want you home. We're leavin' New York and yer comin with us."
Whoo boy! We aint done with this yet!
No sir we aint!
Come back and read Part two of 'For Brooklyn' wont ya? It'll be up here, under the name,
'For Brooklyn 2'
starting in a few days. So come on! Whatcha waitin for? Review already and then come back for more Brooklyn newsies action!
Spot: And for more of ME!
Red: Why would they come see YOU? They're comin back to see ME!
Spot: Are not!
Red: Are too!
Spot: NOT!
Red: TOO!
Spot: NO- OOMPH!
Ace: -stands on top of Spot- You're both wrong. They're coming back to see ME!
Spot and Red: -nod at each other- AHHHHHH! -tackles Ace and soaks him- WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT TO COME SEE YOU!
Ace: NO! NO! HELP!
Jack: -raises eyebrow- what do ya think, Dave? Should we help him?
David: nope.
Jack: okay then. -sits back with a box of something and offers some to David- Popcorn?
David: why yes, thank you.
Ace: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Ambrlupin: All right boys, thats quite enough. -closes curtains- See ya all later!
