Oh…yeah…we’se gunna start da plan," Jack told him. "It’s Friday night now so…" Jack started. "Nu uh," Briar protested. "We came here Friday and spent the night." "We’se newsie gods. If we say it’s Friday den it is," Snoddy told her. Briar shrugged, ready to believe Snoddy about anything. "So," Jack continued, loudly. "We can have three groups a goils. Every night one group will go. Den she can be scared on Monday when she talks to her othah newsie hatin’ friend." "So, who goes when?" Raven asked, not wanting to leave Specs. Jack thought for a minute. "How ‘bout two Spot fans, Davie’s fan, me own fan an’ Race’s?" Jack suggested. "Sendin’ in da most important, huh?" Stress asked. Jack started to nod but then, seeing the glares from the newsies and newsie fans that hadn’t been chosen he shook his head. "Dey’s jest da foist five I could think a." Stress laughed. "Nice covah, Jacky-boy. So, when do we go?" "Right now," Jack told her. "We’re gunna come back, right?" Moneybags asked. "Well…der really ain’t a reason fer ay to…" Jack told her. He had never thought about them returning. Racetrack walked up to Jack and nudged him. "Jack, I got a very good reason fer dem ta come back an’ I’se shoah dat you’se do too if ya know what I mean," he told him, winking. Realization of Racetrack’s meaning dawned on Jack. "Yeah, I think you goils’ll be back," Jack said, grinning at Stress. "Which a you goils’ll be goin?" Spot asked his for girl defense team. Jibajabba and Bitter looked at each other. "Well?" Bitter asked. "What do you think?" "One a us should stay here an’ one should go," Jibajabba decided. "Someone’s gotta make shoah Tinkah an’ Babble stay away from him." Bitter sighed. "I’ll go. You can stay an’ have yer turn wid Spot foist." Jibajabba smiled brightly. "Great, which goil do ya wanna take?" "You an’ Tinkah are friends, right? She can stay heah wid you ‘cause it’ll be easiah fer ya ta keep her away an’ I’ll take Babble." Jibajabba nodded and went to stand next to Spot. She was positively beaming when Spot casually put an arm around her waist. Bitter scowled a little, jealous that Jibajabba got to have fun that night but she knew she had a job to do. "Everyone got yer trademarks?" Jack asked. There was a chorus of yeses and Jack nodded. Stress, Moneybags, Bitter, Babble and Squibble all disappeared out of the room. All the guys who still had their defenders started to separate into couples to continue the previous night’s activities. Spot looked at Jibajabba who he still had an arm around. "So, it’s yer turn wid me, eh?" he asked. Jibajabble blushed and smiled. "Let’s make shoah ya get a good one," he said, leading her away. "Hey, Jack, ya wanna da da dream bit fer me? I’se gunna be busy." Jack shrugged his consent since he had nothing better to do. "If things are dis borin’ aftah two minutes a Stress bein’ gone how’s it gunna be when dey’re gone fer good?" Jack thought, downcast. ~~~~~*****~~~~ Squibble, Stress, Bitter, Babble and Moneybags found themselves in a pile in a strange girl’s room. "Which one is she?" Moneybags asked, looking between the two girls beds that were located in the room. Stress shrugged. "I dunno. Let’s jest get dis stuff planted," she said, placing the cowboy hat on the door knob. Money placed the dice on one of the girl’s bedside tables, hoping she had the right one. Squibble, not wanting the girl to miss the carrots, threw them around the room. Soon the desks, floor and beds were covered with carrots. Unfortunatley, she wasn’t watching what she was doing and hit one of the sleeping girls int he face with one. "What the…" the girl asked, shooting into a sitting position. "Shit!" Stress swore, noticing the activity. "Wh…wh…who the hell are all of you?" the asked pulling the blanket closer around her and pulling her legs in. "Would ya believe dis is a dream?" Babble asked. "Uh…no.." the girl answered. "Fine, den we’se goils form da Newsie Mailin’ List dat are heah ta get revenge on some Marie goil fer bein’ mean ‘bout Newsies," Bitter told her. None of the NMLers thought that the new girl would believe them or be okay with this explanation but the girl hopped out of bed and walked over. "I’m Aisling on the list. It’s about time someone taught Marie a lesson." "Really, Aisling? Yer Marie’s sistah?" Bitter asked. "Yeah…wait…you have blue hair. Oh my gosh, Bitter? Bitter my muse?" Aisling asked. "Da one an’ only," Bitter told her. "I can’t believe I’m meeting everyone!" Aisling said, happily. "Uh…now whada we do?" Moneybags asked. "Maybe we should take her with us." "Yeah…maybe…I mean she is on da NML an’ she already knows ‘bout us," Stress conceded. "Come wid you? Where?" Aisling asked, interested. "Hey, what’s going on in here?" another voice asked. The five NMLers quickly looked at the girl they assumed to be Marie. She was still fast asleep. "Who said dat?" Squibble asked. "I did," a short girl answered, walking up. "We really got work on bein’ stealthiah," Stress muttered. "I don’t," Babble said. "I eat three square meals a day an’ exercise." "Stealthy! Not healthy!" Stress exclaimed. "Ya don’t even know da meanin’ a da word!" "SHH!" everyone told Stress. Stress glared and continued mumbling to herself. "Whoa re you?" Bitter asked the new girl. "This is me sister, Jenny," Aisling replied. Squibble squinted at the girl. "Slapdash?" The girl looked at her oddly. "Squibble?" "Oh my gosh," Squibble said, running and hugging her. "Dat goil isn’t on da NML is she?" Moneybags asked. "Nope," Squibble answered. "She’s one a Quipstah an’ Jibajabba an’ I’se greatest friends! ‘Cept she moved away an’ now I get ta see her again!!" "So’re both comin’ now?" Babble asked. "Shoah, I guess," Stress said. "Let’s jest get outta heah before we start takin’ pets too." Babble quickly laid Spot’s cane on the desk and Bitter laid the suspenders by them. "Lets go," Bitter said. The girls all gathered in a circle, including a confused Aisling and Slapdash, and were soon transmitted back to the Newsieverse. "Hey goils," Jack greeted. "Nice job in der." Stress immmediately walked over to sit next to Jack. Moneybags also went to sit by Racetrack and Squibble on top of Davie. Bitter, Babble and the new girls stood where they were. "What’ve we got here?" Jack asked, noticing the additions. "We sorta woke up Marie’s sistahs, an’ dat one is Aisling, a membah a da NML an’ dis othah one is Slapdash, a friend a some a da goils," Bitter explained. "An’ what’re we supposed ta do wid dem?" Racetrack asked. "Der’s moah newsies. Dey can help," Stress suggested. Jack, Davie and Racetrack looked at each other and shrugged. "All right," Jack said. "Who do you goils want?" "I dunno what dis is all about but I want Dutchy," Aisling said., "Yeah, what is all dis?" Slapdash asked. The three boys took turns in relating the entire story to the two new girls. "Oh…so fer defendin’? I want Les," Slapdash decided. "Really?" the three boys asked in shock. "Yep," Jenny answered. "I can take his lettle wooden sword!" "All right, den. You got Les," Jack agreed, shrugging. "What’re you gunna take fer Dutchy?" Davie asked Aisling. "Oh…I dunno…" Aisling said, trying to think. "Ya could take a sign a strike spelled right," Squibble suggested. Aisling looked at the others who all shrugged, not thinking of a better one. "Okay, den. Sign it is," Aisling agreed. "Do I get ta meet Dutchy?" "Yeah…uhh…Davie call him," Jack said looking very confused all the sudden. Davie looked like he was trying but then said, "No, Race, you call him." Racetrack shrugged and closed his eyes. A few moments later they popped open and he looked panicked. "Davie, Jack, can we talk ovah der?" he asked. The two boys nodded. Jack removed his arm from Stress’ shoulders and walked over to where Racetrack was standing across the room. Davie got up to follow, forgetting that Squibble was on her lap. Squibble fell onto the floor with a "OW". Davie looked from Squibble to the other boys and back again. "I’ll make dis up to you latah," he told her walking over. Squibble pouted for a moment on the floor before getting back on the couch and talking happily with Slapdash. ~~~~~~~~ "What’s goin’ on?" Racetrack asked. "What do ya mean?" Jack questioned. "Yer da one dat told us ta come ovah heah." "You know, doh. I can’t use me powahs anymoah! I couldn’t call Dutchy befoah an’ now I can’t do nothin," Racetrack explained. "Yeah, I do know what ya mean. I couldn’t call him eithah. It don’t make sense. We bettah figuah out what’s goin’ on," Jack said. "What if it’s dose two goils? We didn’t have any problem befoah dey showed up…an’ dey are Marie’s sistahs," Davie pointed out. "I dunno if dey could do somethin’ like dis," Jack said looking at them. "I mean dey are jest a couple a goils." "Well, do you got any explanation fer it?" Davie asked. Jack thought for a minute before shaking his head. "Guess not…let’s go find out if da rest a da boys are goin’ through dis, all right?" The two boys nodded and walked back to the group of girls. Even though Jack had said he didn’t believe it was the new girls he kept a safe distance from them, as did the rest of the girls. "Hey, goils," Jack started. "We gotta have a emergency meetin’…do ya think dat all a you could step inta dat room ovah der an’ da rest a da goils’ll join ya in a minute?" All the girls nodded except Bitter. "Can I see Spot foist? I jest wanna see him…" Jack looked at her oddly. "Fine, ya can see him an’ go in wid da rest a da goils," he conceded. All the girls, except Bitter, walked into the room that Jack had pointed out. "Can I ring da bell, Jack? CAN I? CAN I?!" Davie asked, looking very excited. "Uhh…yeah all right," Jack said. Davie skipped over to the bell that was clearly labeled "Emergency Meeting Bell" and rang it loudly. Almost all the newsies came running out of their room as fast as they could. There had never been an emergency before and they were scared now that there was one. Spot came walking out slowly buttoning his pants and grumbling. "Finally keep it goin’ an’ der’s an emergency," he mumbled. "Dis bettah be good boys," he told them. The girls exited shortly after, their hair and clothes askew. Tunes, who was extremely upset about being interrupted, yelled, "Skittery back heah NOW!" Skittery quickly ran to where Tunes was standing. "Good Skittery," Tunes said, patting his head. "Now sit!" she commanded, wanting to show off exactly how whipped he was. Skittery plopped down on the floor and sat down. "Dat’s a good boy," Tunes said, smiling. "Now go play wid yer friends." Skitter nodded and ran off to where the rest of the boys were standing. (hehe pet Skittery!!) Tinker, who had been sitting outside Spot’s door waiting for him to come out, ran up to him. "Spot, we gotta talk! I know what I said befoah was mean but…" she started. Spot was listening, interestedly, always happy to hear an apology. Jibajabba, angry that Tinker hadn’t learned her lesson, brought her arms together in front of her (ya know…like I Dream of Genie? How Genie does it?) "Tinker BACK AWAY! I’m WARNING you!" she yelled. Tinker, sure that Jibajabba would never use her powers against her, said, "What’re ya gunna do ‘bout it?" Quipster, who had been walking by, said, "Ohhh…shouldn’t a said dat…" Jibajabba laughed. "I’ll show ya wh…Quip how come yer wearin’ like thirty pairs a pants?" Quipster looked down and shrugged. "I was bored…seemed like a good idea at da time…" Jibajabba shrugged to and looked back to Tinker. "Where was I? Ah yes…I’ll show ya what I’m gunna do ‘bout it!" Jibajabba bowed her head and blinked (Like Genie…). Tinker was suddenly dressed in a big bunny suit and hopping around. Davie looked up and seeing a bunny said, "ANOTHAH ONE!" and ran over to hug her. "NOOOOO!" Squibble yelled from the other room. "Jibajabba PLEASE turn her back? Davie is MINE!" Jibajabba, having pity on Squibbly, brought her arms together and nodded her head again. Tinker was back to normal except located in the room with the other girls. Bitter, who had been watching the entire thing, nodded in approval. "I’se glad I’m on yer side," she told Jibajabba. Jibajabba smiled proudly and walked off to the room where the rest of the girls were. Bitter, after checking Spot out, walked after her. Davie looked severely disappointed that his rabbit-like friend had disappeared. "C’mon, let’s all settle down now," Jack said, once the girls had all disappeared into the room and the door had been shut. "We’se got a serious problem. It seems dat Racetrack, Davie an’ I’se lost our powers. Has anyone else had dat trouble?" Everyone looked shocked and scared. "Whadya mean ‘lost’?" Blink asked. "He means we can’t do nothin’ anymoah. We tried ta call Dutchy an’ we couldn’t," Racetrack clarified. "We need ta know if anyone else’s got dis problem ‘cause we got a theory but wanna know if it is even logical." Everyone tested their powers and finding that they were still working they told Jack. Davie, Jack and Racetrack exchanged glances. "Look, dis doesn’t mean it’s der fault. We don’t got any right ta go ‘round accusin’ dem. We’ll jest wait an’ find out if it’s true," Jack said. "Wait an’ see if dey can steal everyone’s powahs?" Racetrack asked. "What’re we supposed ta do? We can’t send dem home…it’ll ruin our plan. An’ we can’t jest lock dem up in heah…what if dey’re really dangerous? We gotta pretend dat we don’t know what’s goin’ on," Jack told them. The boys all nodded in agreement. "I don’t want no one goin’ near dese new goils doh…NO ONE!" Jack commanded. The other boys agreed to this too. "All right…dat’s pretty much it…go have fun…" Jack said. ~~~~~*******~~~~~ Marie woke up to find her room emptied of her sister. She didn’t think anything odd of it though since she normally was the last one up and was accustomed to waking up to a completely empty house. She went to stand up but fell back onto the bed unexpectedly. "What da hell did I trip on?" she wondered, bewildered. She was shocked when she looked down to see her floor was completely covered with carrots. Her mind immediately flashed back to the odd dream she had, had the night before about Newsies. She remembered seeing a curly-haired boy jump around looking like a rabbit. "Oh my gosh…rabbit…carrots" she thought. She looked around the room to see if her sisters were playing a joke on her, knowing that they loved to do so. All she found were more items to remind her of the dreams. A cowboy hat and suspenders and other things. "This is too fucking weird. They are going to get it when I find them!" she promised herself, thinking of different ways to get revenge on her sister’s bad timing for their joke. ~~~~~~~*******~~~~~ The next morning everyone was awoken by Kloppmans annoying yelling but this time the newsies left out the song since it never worked right. The sleepy newsies and newsie fans dragged themselves to the main room so they could send some of the fans to Marie’s house. "So, who’s goin’ dis time?" Raven asked. Jack stopped to think about it for a moment. "Well, who wants ta go? Der’s gotta be six a ya." "Tinkah an’ I are goin’ dis time, right?" Jibajabba asked. Jack nodded. "How ‘bout Gav an’ Hades too. Who else?" "I wanna go!! ME ME!!" Quipster exclaimed, wanting Itey to be next in line of importance after Blink and Mush. "I dunno…Itey isn’t really in da same league as Spot an’ Blink…" Jack said, pondering it. Quipster’s eyes narrowed. "WHAT?!" "Well he’s sorta a background newsie…" Jack explained. Quipster thought about this for a second before running up and kicking Jack in the shins. "He IS in der league!" Jack grabbed his leg where she had kicked him and looked at her like she was crazy. "Ya kicked me!" "No shit Sherlock. I’m goin!" Quipster responded. Stress looked at Quipster upset. "Don’t hurt my poor minion!!" Quipster stood upset for a little while before shrugging. "Fine…be mean to Itey…I’ll get you doh…" Jack looked at her cautiously before deciding, "I think dat Slapdash an’ Tunes should go." Tunes and Slapdash nodded in agreement. Then, Tinker, Jibajabba, Slapdash, Tunes, Gav and Hades gathered together in a circle and were whisked away to Marie’s bedroom where it was amazingly Saturday night. "All right let’s move it!" Hades said, placing a 6 pack of beer on Marie’s table. "Hey…all da stuff da othah goils put in heah is gone," Slapdash noticed. "I wondah wheah she put it…" in a circle to be brought back to the Newsieverse. ~~~~~~*******~~~~~ "Maybe she threw it away or somethin’," Jibajabba said, offhandedly, placing Spot’s key necklace on top of Marie’s alarm clock. "Dat might be true," Slapdash agreed, putting Les’s sword on top of Marie’s legs. "Hey, Slapdash, how well does dis goil sleep?" Gav questioned. "Like a rock…why?" "I was jest thinkin’…da place foh a patch is someone’s face an’ I’d hate foh it ta get lost…" Gav pointed out. "Heah, I bettah do it," Slapdash told her. "She won't be as scared if she wakes up an’ I’se standin’ ovah her." Gav handed her Blink’s patch and stepped back in case Marie did wake up. Slapdash quickly stepped forward and amazingly tied the patch around Marie’s head without her waking up. "Der," she commented. Tinker hung Spot’s slingshot on Marie’s door handle. Touching it lightly she remembered her once chance with Spot and promised herself she would find another way to get with him again. Tunes placed Skittery’s pink undershirt in the middle of the floor and smoothed it out so there were no wrinkles. "Okay, lets get outta heah," Tunes decided once she had finished. The others agreed and gathered in a circle to be taken back to the Newsieverse. ~~~~~~*******~~~~~~ Part 5 Coming Soon Back to Fanfiction Back to Newsiepage |