Part One
"A mighty ffiiine life, carryin' da banna through it all!!!...." sang the newsies. It was their morning ritual, to wake up and sing Carrying The Banner. Everybody who lived near the Newsboys Lodging House knew about it, and it hardly fazed them at all any more.
"Every morrnin' we goes where we wishes," sang the newsies, we's as free as-"
"STOP SINGING!" cried Mush. Every newsie turned and gaped at him. Nobody ever stopped the newsies from singing. Nobody.
"Is.... is there a problem Mush?" asked Blink.
"Yes," said Mush angrily, "Listen. Can you hear it? SOMEBODY ELSE IS SINGING!!!" This was a terrible thing indeed. Nobody but the newsies sang at Newsie Singing Hour!!
Horrible! Unheard of!
"Ohh.... oh no...." murmurred the newsies. They walked in silence now, looking for whoever was intruding on their singing.
"They can't do this to us! We got no rights!" cried one unhappy voice.
"Yeah! They can't do this!" wailed another.
"They can do whatever they want, it's their stinkin' song." The newsies, headed by Jack, walked along the street, looking for the culprit.
"Must be somebody new in town, don't panic!" cried Davy. "Listen to me Racetrack....RACE!" he screamed, shaking him. Davy had a little problem with the attention thing.
"I ain't deaf!" screamed Race. Suddenly, all of the whining and complaining stopped. They saw some girls, singing on a corner.
"Ah, so THESE are the singers." growled Jack. Although it was customary to lift their hats at the sight of a girl, these girls were.... different. They were wearing close to nothing. All the newsies crowded together, and decided that Jack would have to confront them.
"Because you're so brave!" said Davy.
"Because you're so fine!" said Lynn. Jack modestly smiled at Lynn.
"Whooo-ooo....." went the newsies. Lynn smiled her biggest
smile at Jack, and Jack turned away.
"Enough 'a dat...." he muttered as he bravely stepped
up to the singers. "You and all your friends.... you think we're nuttin! We ain't nothin'!"
"NO!" agreed the newsies. But the girls turned to each other and giggled. "We can do whateva' we want. That's the meaning of-" she turned to the others, "Gihl Powa!!" The girls giggled.
"Why are you here?" demanded Jack.
"We ah hea to Spice up yoa' life. We ah the Spice Girls. I'm Baby Spice."
"And I'm Sporty Spice."
"And I'm-"
"I DON'T
CARE!" cried Davy unexpectedly. "You... you just go away!"
The Spice Girls laughed, and talked for a moment. "Now lets see... I want this one!" squealed a brown haired Spice
as she grabbed Jack's arm.
"NO!" cried Lynn, "HE'S MINE!"
"Whooo-ooo...." the newsies whooed.
"And I get this one!" cried Sporty as she grabbed Blink. "Oh take that
off!" she screeched as she yanked off his eye patch. Every newsie gasped. They prepared for the worse. But to their great surprise, there was an eye just like the other one under his eye patch.
"Blii-iink!!!" whined Crutchy, "I thought your eye wasn't there!" Blink blushed furiously.
Part Two
"Gimme dat!" cried Blink, grabbing at the air. "No!" squealed Sporty Spice, dangling the eye patch just out of reach. Blink turned an even deeper shade of red. "Awww, come on!" he whined. The girls just laughed to each other.
"I object!" proclaimed a voice. All the newsies turned. "SPOT!?" they gasped.
"Hahahah," said Scary, "On what grounds?"
"On the grounds of Brooklyn!" Spot declared. The Spice Girls burst into giggles and the newsies groaned in embarrassment. "This is Manhattan," giggled Baby Spice, "but you're a cute one!" They burst into laugher once again.
Spot was fuming. No one messed with the great Spot Conlon, the most feared newsie in all of New York. No one. Especially a bunch of half naked girls. And then they called him cute! Spot slunk away, grumbling to himself.
"Ahhhh!" Davy suddenly jumped. The Spice Girls giggled to themselves. Davy turned and stared at them wide-eyed, his mouth hanging open. He gasped and few times, at a loss for words. "Wha'd dey do to ya, Dave?" Jack asked concerned. Davy began spluttering. "They, they..." his nostrils were flaring by now. Finally he leaned over and whispered into Jack's ear. "They, they pinched me!" Jack looked at him confused.
"On ‘is bum!" crowed Scary. They newsies looked at each other confused. Finally Jack broke the silence. "You mean dey pinched ya on yer butt?" he said to Davy. "Not so loud!" Davy cried. But it was too late. Everyone had heard them and were in absolute fits of laughter.
The newsies, still recovering from the little incident with Davy's ‘bum' were beginning to dissipate. A man with brown hair wearing a tweed suit and a bow tie came strolling up to the Spice Girls.
"Hi, I'm Bryan Denton with the New York Sun." he introduced himself.
"Ooo, he's cute too!" cried Ginger Spice. "He's mine gihls!" Denton blushed and chuckled to himself. "I'm here to talk to you about this thing you were talking about, ‘Girl Power'?"
"Oh, yes!" answered Ginger enthusiastically, pushing her way past the other girls. She began chattering non-stop as she and Denton began walking down the street. "Well," said Posh Spice, "I guess we won't be seeing Geri for a while!"