Main Summery 'cause I didn't have enough room in the other summery, lol. Three months after the Newsie Strike, tragedy hits. The King of Brooklyn was mighty, well respected and feared. That didn't mean he wasn't loved. A few years back, when Spot Colon had taken the title as King, the Newsies only looked out for themselves. Spot Colon changed that. Jack Kelly meanwhile was a funny guy, well loved and everyone followed him because he was such a good leader. So, when both major Newsie Leader's go missing and news breaks out that Warden Snyder had gotten out of jail, suspicions arise, and the air gets tense. Newsies don't trust anyone but themselves and a few close friends. Do they have what it takes to get their leaders back, or will they lose them forever?
Jack Kelley, or as the Newsies liked to call him, 'Cowboy,' sat down in the town square, enjoying life. In this day and age, children didn't exactly always get to do that, especially if you were a Newsie. You had to work a lot just to gain a couple of coins. And usually, those coins were used to buy more papes.
Three months ago, was the highlight of Jack's life. The Newsies had recently gone on strike, because Pulitzer and Hearst were not really good people and had made the life of a Newsie miserable. And, added bonus, the Warden of the" Refuge-technically-jail-for-kids," was now in jail. Jack no longer had to run from him all the time.
Now, all the Newsies were united; one group. They decided to pick up the saying, "One for all, all for one." Yeah, you definitely didn't want to mess with any Newsie kid, be them big or small. See, the Newsies here, they were a pack. To destroy the pack, you had to get to the Leaders. To get to the Leaders, you had to go through the pack. And these Leaders here, they are tough. Jack Kelly here was one of the Leaders (there were two main ones) and then the toughest of all. Spot Colon.
Spot Colon. The King of Brooklyn. Respected, feared and loved. Spot was like a big brother to a lot of them Newsies, 'cept he didn't take any credit for that. Spot here, well…let's just say this. Imagine your in the woods and there's a baby bear. You start playing with said bear (don't ask me how, I don't exactly know) and Mama comes 'round the corner. Next thing you know, you're talking with the Maker. Yeah, that's Spot Colon's for you. Wouldn't let you get away with anything if it involved his clan. The guy has eyes and ears all over the place, what Brooklyn's call birdies. Spotty here, before he starts to protect you with his own life, well, you gotta earn his trust and respect.
Jackie Boy, he earned respect. He hadn't earned trust though. So, when Cowboy came and asked Spot here to join the strike, Spot was like, "You gotta show me you have what it takes." Few days later one birdie comes and says, "Hey, Spot. Manhattan's fighting back." Now, Spot knows the city almost inside out, so we got there to help them record time.
There was this story that went around the city for a while, although I'm not sure if it was true or not. See one day, on the Brooklyn Bridge (us Newsies call it Big Red,) there was this boy, who was walking with his mother, and the kid fell over the railer 'cause as he said later, "I wanted to see the boat." Well, mother was screaming bloody murder an all, an' Spot here was there and hopped over that railing like it was nothing, an' he hauled the kid up by his trousers. Course, the mum didn't say thank you or nothin' like that. And Spot's just hanging there on the railing like, "what in wide Brooklyn was that?" Nobody's exactly sure how Spotty got back up, but he did.
Back to the story. Anyway, here's Jack sittin' there all happy an all until Racetrack comes 'round the corner. I'll let them tell the story now though, 'cause I ain't 'xactly sure what happin'd next.
"Cowboy!" Racetrack ran over to Jack, some papers in his hand.
"Whas the matter with you?" Jack asked, placing his hand over his eyes so he couldn't get blinded by the New York sun.
"We gotta go, we gotta get you to the shelter." Racetrack started hauling Jack to his feet, while Jack wore a confused look on his face.
"Racetrack, man! Slow down, yous gotta tell me whas goin' on."
Racetrack sighed, and jumped into a quick explanation, "Jackie, Snyders escaped prison a few days ago. Brooklyn's in chaos, the Newies there are scared. Something's happened. We don't know 'actly what just yet, but somethin's happened an' is bad enough that Brooklyn's freakin' out."
Jack was now following Racetrack quickly to the shelter. "'Ow we know Brooklyn's freakin' out?"
"Birdies are everywhere, Cowboy." Racetrack answered.
They ran into the building and found a bunch of Newsies sitting around. The air was tense and stuffy.
"Cowboy!" Crutchy stood up, "We's got some o' them Brooklyn Newsies here, an' they ain't looking so happy." He said, pointing over to where most of the crowd was.
Jack made his way over there and found the boys. There were two of them, both older boys.
"Jack." The oldest one said, (his nickname was Cobbler) "We need to call a rally an' get all them Newsies here."
"An' why would I do that? What's goin' on in Brooklyn?" Jack asked.
"It's Spot. He's gone." Cobbler answered.
"Gone?" Jack exclaimed. Nah, nah, nah. King of Brooklyn couldn't just be gone. He couldn't!
"Gone." Cobbler repeated, "Missing. We's believing Snyder's gottin' him."
A/N: So, guys, I have no idea how to write a New Yorkers accent or whatever, so this is my best shot at it. Anyway, watcha all think? Should I keep goin' with it?