| "Maybe we should stop this," Marie said, feeling a pang of guilt. "Psh this is much too fun, though! Look how pathetic these people are!" Anya exclaimed. "But just because they are pathetic doesn’t mean that we should be so horrible to them! Look, you made that girl cry!" Marie said, pointing at the screen name in the Newsie Chat they were in. "Umm…They deserve everything we are giving them. They are obsessed with a stupid musical that failed horribly and look at them! They are calling each other with newsie nicknames! What the fuck is wrong with these people?" "Um…I’m sorry but who is more pathetic? The people that spend all day thinking about Newsies or the people that spend all day making fun of them? Look, I’m out. I’ll see you at school on Monday," Marie said, grabbing her jacket and leaving. "Fine, bitch," Anya muttered, continuing on her verbal attacks toward the unfortunate newsie fanatics that were bravely defending their beloved newsies. ~~~~*****~~~~ ---In a far off place in the Newsieverse--- "Do ya feel dat?" Spot asked. "Someone is makin’ fun a us." "Someone’s stickin up fer us, too," Jack said, after pausing for a moment. "To da computah!" Blink yelled. A large group of newsies gathered around their computer to make sure their feelings were correct. "Yep, der it is. Aren’t dese goils on dat Newsie Mailin’ List?" Spot asked. "I’ll check," Davie said, clicking a few keys on the keyboard to bring up the list. "Yep, der dey all are. Let’s see, Tunes, Stress, Quipster, Jibajabba, Tinker, Bitter, Babble, Squibble, Quirky, Briar, Holiday, Hades, Gav, Moneybags and Raven." "Wow…dat goil dat’s makin’ fun a us is pretty bitchy. We ain’t gay!" Mush said. "Look at dat one…quite a potty mouth," Snoddy said, pointing at Quipster’s comments that was filled with swear words. "I’se fer one has had it wid people bein’ mean ta our fans," Racetrack declared. "What do ya suggest we do’ bout it?" Skittery asked. "Well, we are da newsie gods. I say dat we give out followahs a little encouragement," Racetrack suggested. "Like what?" Jack asked, intrigued. "Let’s make der day…well life…an’ bring dem heah ta meet us!" Racetrack said. "Wait a minute, nothin’ like dat has evah been tried befoah, doh," Skittery protested. "Shoah we could bring a computah heah an’ food…but people? I don’t think so…" "Stop bein’ pessemistic. I like da idea," Spot declared. "Let’s do it." "We’ll take a vote," Jack decided. "All who’s fer it raise yer hand." Everyone except Skittery raised their hands. "It’s settled den. Let’s go inta a biggah area if we’se bringin’ fifteen goils in heah," Jack told them. They all moved into another room, stood in a circle, closed their eyes and soon newsie fans were raining down upon the boys. Jake looked around at all the girls and said, "Can I be da foist ta tell ya dis was a very good idea?" The other boys laughed and agreed. "Wheah da hell am I?" Stress asked, lookign around. ‘ "Am I dreamin’? Dis is a fucked up dream…" Bitter commented. "Dis is a fucked up dream! When I have newsie dreams it’s usually jest me an’ Davie goin’ at it on da…uhh did I jest say dat out loud?" Squibble asked, looking confused. "Uhh…why are we all talkin’ in New Yawk accents?" Jibajabba asked. "It’s somethin’ ‘bout dis place," Quipster said, shrugging. "I know ‘cuase I’se psychic." "Actually…yer right…" Jack said, looking at her oddly. "I know all," Quipster said, smirking. "I know what yer gunna say next an’ I know what da end a dis adventure is gunna be…" "No ya don’t," Jack said. "I knew ya were gunna say dat," Quipster told him. "No ya didn’t!" Jack said, angrily. "Knew dat too…" Quipster said. "STOP IT!" Jack yelled. "Knew da…" she started. "Hey, Quipstah, lay off da poor boy," Stress intervened. "Fine, aldoh it’s fun messin’ wid him.." Quipster conceded. "Is anyone gunna explain dis all ta us?" Babble asked, looking bewildered. "Oh yeah, go head Spot," Jack told him. "I could explain…" Quipster suggested, smirking. "NO!" Jack bellowed. "Fine, fine. Stress tell yer minion ta relax," Quipster said. "Minion?" Jack asked. "Yeah…ya remembah dat from da NML, Jacky-boy. We had a good laugh off dat," Racetrack said. "Oh…yer dat goil?" he asked Stress. Stress nodded a little embarassed. "Well, boys, I found me goil," Jack declared. All the girls looked startled when he said this. "Whadya mean ‘yer goil’? Gav asked. "Would someone fucking explain what is goin’ on heah?!" Tunes yelled, exasperated. "What’s yer name?" Skittery asked the yelling girl. "Uh..Tunes," she told him, marveling at how much better he looked in real life. "Found me goil, too," Skittery declared standing next to Tunes. Tunes looked completely confused at this but very happy. "Boys, get ta explainin’," Raven told them. "All right, all right. Heah it is. We’se da newsie guardians or "da newsie gods" as Quipstah calls us," Spot told them. Quipster smirked. ‘I…" she started. "Know everythin’…we know Quip," Itey interrupted. "Hey, yer not supposed ta interrupt me! Yer me sidekick!" Quipster protested. Itey shrugged. "I’se a rebel." Spot cleared his throat. "Like I was sayin’ befoah I was so rudely interrupted…We’se da newsie gods an’ were monitorin’ yer conversation an’ noticed dat you’se guys are always standin’ up fer us so we’se decided dat we’d sorta encourage ya an’ help ya get some revenge on dat bitch." "Revenge?" Hades asked. "I like revenge." "So, why were you claimin’ goils?" Holiday asked. "Well…in our plan we’se havin’ ya each defend one boy," Bumlets told them. (LOL like how I random newsies that you didn’t know were there just pop up?) "Well…who are da rest a us goin’ wid?" Quirky asked. "Why don’t you goils pick?" Bumlets suggested. "SPOT!" Tinker, Bitter, Jibajabba and Babble yelled at the same time. Spot looked worried. "You’se guys are missin’ da point. One goil fer each guy." The four girls began to argue over who was a bigger Spot fan. The rest of the girls, accustomed to these sort of fights, decided to go about picking their guys. There were no more fights over newsies other than the Spot fiasco. Tunes latched onto Skittery’s arm making sure the other girls knew to stay away from him. Stress immediately pulled the handcuffs out from her back pocket and chained herself to Jack. "You’se a kinky girl," Jack observed, looking at her oddly. "Nah…you’se jest been stolen too much so I know I gotta take some extra precautions," Stress assured him. Hades ran across the room and jumped on top of Mush. "Mine, mine, MINE!" she yelled. Mush looked shocked but made no attempts to get up. "I get sexy-calves-boy!" Quirky yelled out, standing beside Jake happily. "I get me pant-stealin’-sidekick!" Quipster decided. "Ya know…I don’t actually steal pants…" Itey told her. "Well…we’ll jest pretend dat ya do," Quipster decided. Itey shrugged. "Fine, ya weird, weird goil." "Bumlet’s an’ his stick are mine!" Holiday called out. Bumlets gave her an odd look, as did most of the other people in the room. "Right on, Holiday!" Hades called from her position on top of Mush. Holiday blushed immediately. "Dat ain’t what I mean ya doity people! I mean da wood stick…da one he carries…damn it leave me alone!" "I get Snoddy!" Briar called running over. "An I wouldn’t mind havin’ his stick eithah…" "But…wait…Snoddy don’t have a stick like Bumlets an’…oh…I know what ya mean…" Holiday caught on. Everyone laughed again. "Dat’s it…I wanna go home!" Holiday declared. Bumlets put an arm around her and rubbed her arm comfortingly. "I knew what ya were talkin’ ‘bout," he told her. Holiday grinned. "Good, dat’s all dat mattahs." "NO! I WANNA HOP ON SPOT!" Tinker yelled out, as the fight over Spot raged on. "Speckers, yer mine," Raven said, taking his hat and putting it on her head. Specs looked ready to take his hat back but shrugged and left it where it was. "I’se glad," he told her. "An’ Kid, yer mine," Gav told him. "Uhh…Blink…not Kid," Blink corrected. "All right, Blink, den. Can I see somethin’ Blink?" she asked. "Uhh…all right," he agreed. She leaned forward and pulled off his eye patch. "EWW!" most of the girls screamed, covering their eyes. Gav laughed when she found a perfectly normal eye under the patch. "Dat’s what I thought!" "Ya caught me," Blink admitted. "Do I get a prize?" Gav asked. "Uh…shoah…heah," he said, tying the patch around her head. "Ya can weah dis fer a while." "Not exactly what I was thinkin’ but all right," Gave said, adjusting the patch over her eye. TARK ran up to Squibble. "So, guess it’s jest you mean an’ da lead, baby," he told her, sliding an arm around her waist. "AAAAH TARK!" the girls all screamed. "It’s all right!" Stress yelled out. "It’s gunna be okay! Don’t panic goils!" Then she looked at Quipster . "Hey, get ta work Secretary a Defense." "What? Let’s jest sacrifice Squib…" Quipster suggested. "C’mon…yer an officer act like it," Stress commanded. "Fine, fine…we’ll sacrifice Quirky. She already likes fuckin’ him," Quipster decided. Quirky looked quickly at Jake. " She’s lyin’…she’s jest jealous dat TARK likes me moah den her," Quirky explained. TARK looked back and forth from the girls talking about him. "Shut up all of you’se!" he yelled. "Hey, you shut up sock boy!" Stress told him. "Get da hell off Squibble or I’se gunna lock ya in a drawer." TARK ignored Stress, thinking she couldn’t do anything to him. Suddenly, TARK was dressed as a clown, makeup, big nose and all, and locked in a drawer. Stress smirked. "I got pull wid da writer," she explained to Jack. Quipster burst out laughing while the others all looked extremely befuddled. "Thank ya, Stress," Squibble said, relieved. "Yer a good TARK Control President." Stress looked very proud of herself. "Der’s a reason dat da vote was unanimous." "Well, thanks. Now dat I’se free a him I can get wid Davie!" Squibble said, excitedly grabbing Davie’s arm and clinging onto it. "Ya actually want me? Ya WANT ta defend ME?" Davie asked, incredulously. "A course silly…actually I want ta do a lot moah den dat wid ya," Marissa said, smiling mischievously. Davie looke confused. "Like what? Playin’ a game?" he asked. "Well, I guess ya could call it a game," Marissa said, smirking. "Like monopoly? I love dat game! Can I be da bankah?" he asked, excited. "Davie, ya dumb ass," Jack said, hitting him upside the head. "Dat ain’t what she’s talkin’ ‘bout." "Den what is she…oh…" Davie realized, blushing. "I’se think dat Davie an’ Holiday should be friends," Racetrack "I think dat you an’ me should be friends," Moneybags said, walking up to Racetrack. Racetrack looked her over. "I full-heartedly agree wid dat…unless I can negotiate ta get somethin’ more den friends." "Tell ya what…I’ll flip ta decide it," she said, pulling her ‘lucky coin’ out of her pocket. "Heads we become bettah den jest friends, tales we don’t." Racetrack looked surprised. "Uhh…all right…" he agreed. Moneybags threw the coin into the air and looked at it. "Heads, we win," she declared. "Yeah we do," Racetrack agreed, laughing. Moneybags went to slip the coin back into her pocked but accidentally dropped it. She tried to pick it up quickly but Racetrack got to it first. He was going to hand it back to her but realized something. "Wait a minute, dis coin’s got both side wid heads on it," Racetrack observed. Moneybags looked slightly embarrassed. "Well…I wouldn’t really gamble on somethin’ like dat ‘less I knew what’d happen," she explained. "You are definitely my kinda goil," Racetrack said, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. "So, everyone’s got a guy now?" Jack asked. "I think ya fergot somethin’," Stress said, pointing at Babble, Tinker, Jibajabba and Bitter who were not engaged in a physical fight. Jack sighed. "Spot, jest have dem all defend ya all right?" "Yeah, yeah…hey goils," he yelled. "Get up!" he told them. They seemingly did not hear him because the fight continued on. "GOILS!" Spot yelled, louder, still obtaining no response. Tunes rolled her eyes at Spot’s unimaginative way of attempting to get people’s attention. "OH MY GAWD! Spot took off his shirt!" she yelled. The four girls all froze and whipped around to look at Spot. "Nice job," Skittery commended. Tunes smirked. "Why thank you. I try." "Now dat I got yer attention," Spot began, "We’se decided dat all for a you’se guys can defend me, all right?" The four girls grudgingly agreed. "Now…da plan," Jack began. Part 2 |
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