Yay- new chapter! I actually almost cheered when I wrote this at school- told my friend that and she looked at me like I was psycho- LOL!

Oh, and I don't own the Goonies, or Pirates of The Carribbean! (triple smirk)


Chapter 9- Kiddies, Girlies, and Pirates' Huzzahs

"I'll call." Mouth offered.

"No!" Everybody shouted simultaneously.

"What?" He asked, smirking.

"You know perfectly well what." I snapped. "After all this work, we want someone just a little more tactful for the job."

He looked blankly at me. "What?"

I shot him a skeptical look. "One word. Rosalita."

Everyone sniggered at the memory.

"Uh, um…" Mouth couldn't say one word in defense of himself.

Almost immediately afterward, we decided on Mikey. Out of all of us, Mikey was the most diplomatic.

Everyone watched intently as Mikey dialed the number. When his eyes lit up, I released a small sigh of relief. He had reached the right person.

Mikey nodded and muttered a few times, and shot several weird glances in my direction. I was totally oblivious to the meaning of them. Maybe he didn't understand what the guy was saying and taking out all his frustration on me. Either way, it was slightly unsettling…

"Hold on a second," Mikey lowered the phone. "Lea, stop trying to bore a hole in the universe!" He hissed.

I blinked.

"Stop staring at him, you moron." Mouth cried. A hand entered my vision. I jumped, startled. "You're making him lose his concentration!"

I turned around and looked at something on the opposite side of the room. My gaze lingered and fell on the statue of David sitting on the coffee table in the front room. He looked so stupid with his… erm… unmentionable-body-part-for-a-boy glued on upside-down that I almost burst into giggles. My gaze switching seemingly every 5 seconds to something else, I couldn't hold back my curiosity any longer. I slipped behind everybody and crept up the stairs to listen on the upstairs extension.

"Mr. Fisher," Mikey's voice spoke over the receiver, "our families and probably most families from the Goon Docks will be on your side. Plus, the newspaper article is practically proof! If they think it's phony, they can just look at the original volume."

"Son, it isn't that simple." The voice of an old man cut across him. "When I invented it 19 years ago, Elgin somehow got word of it. He came into my home, stole my idea, and threatened to have my family thrown out of Astoria. This was before he was in such a position of power to do so himself, but he had his contacts. Oh, Elgin Perkins always got his way. And no, I don't want to take credit. Not now. I'm happy to say that our family is doing just fine right now, and I certainly don't need any money. Why not leave well enough alone? If I stay quiet, nobody gets hurt."

Silence. Mikey wasn't saying anything. He had reached a dead end.

I panicked immediately. Not after all this work! We can't lose now! What about the Goon Docks? What about our families? What of Astoria?

"Mr. Fisher, that's not true. Elgin Perkins is running for mayor. He hates the Goon Docks to the bottom of his heart. He could get us all kicked out, destroy that part of town, use it as an extension of his Country Club…" I gritted my teeth. Who knows? Oh, the possibilities…

Silence. We had turned the tables on him. It was a risk we had to take- hopefully he realized that now.

"Lea?" Mikey asked incredulously?

"And who is this, Girly?"

"I'm one of Mikey's friends." I replied simply, snickering inwardly at the man's nicknames.

Mr. Fisher sighed. "All right, kiddies. Discuss this with your parents, anybody in the Goon Docks, anybody who will fight with us. And then call me again."

The line clicked. I hung up the phone.

Whoops and cheers erupted from directly behind me.

I whirled around.

Mouth and Data were huddled around the phone on either side of me. How could I not have seen them there?

"Way to go, Lea!" Mouth cheered.

"Yeah Lea!" Data shouted.

I grinned and gave them both high-fives, then all 3 of us ran downstairs, me right on the tail of Data and Mouth.

Downstairs, Mikey looked absolutely, thoroughly, wholly relieved, and was inattentive to the questions that Chunk was hurling at him. Stef was just standing there, not doing anything, cheering or anything. I stared at her, concerned. Something had to be wrong. I decided to ask her about it later in private, not wanting to embarrass her in front of everybody else.

"Oh yeah, Lea, thanks. I was pretty much at the end of the line there." Mikey muttered, grinning.

"Well guys, let's all go home and wait for our parents," I said enthusiastically, swinging my bag over my shoulder and beckoning to Mouth. "Come on!"

On the way out, we chanted and pumped our fists in the air. "Long live Astoria!" yelled Mouth.

"Huzzah!" I contributed.

"Long live Astoria!"

"Huzzah!"

"LONG LIVE ASTORIA!" Everyone screamed.

"HUZZAH!!!" I cheered loudly, waving my fist around in the air.

Now I looked at everybody and noticed the strange looks they were giving me. "Uh, Lea, sorry to burst your bubble, but where did you get… Huzzah?" Mikey asked doubtfully.

"A pirate novel." I beamed brightly. "When Governor Swann and his men where cheering after defeating those undead pirates."

I smirked, and we all shouted in unison, "HUZZAH!"

I tried unsuccessfully to do a back flip over Mikey's couch. One-Eyed Willy would have been proud of us right now.

We were so loud that we didn't hear the front door of the house slam shut.


Oooo, cliffhanger DUN DUN DUN DUN! But I promise this is the last one. I am officially done with this story, and the last 2 chapters will be up tomorrow. I guarantee this.