The Noonies
Auhtor: Firecracker Williams
Officer Moran walked through the halls of the jail, whistling to himself as he prepared to let the inmates out for lunch. "Now listen heah, you scum," he started, unlocking the first cell, "you'll hurry down to da mess hall an' eat." He continued down the hall, barking out his instructions as he unlocked each of the cells, finally approaching the one belonging to Oscar Delancey. "Hey, Delancey, come on! It's time ta eat!" He unlocked the cell and peered inside only to see a seemingly dead body hanging before him, a note taped to his chest. Curious as to what the note said, her took it off and read it out loud. "Look up." He looked up, his jaw coming into contact with Oscar's elbow.
Officer Moran fell to the floor just as Oscar unhooked himself, grabbed his bowler, and ran out of the jail to his uncle and brother who were waiting outside with a cart from the Distribution Center. "Hurry up," Uncle Weasel shouted to his running nephew, "they'll catch us!"
Oscar nodded, falling into the back of the cart, "Go! Go!!!" He pulled his feet inside the cart so he was now completely concealed by the red cover on the cart.
Just as the police ran out of the front of the building to re-capture the escapee, Morris threw a lit match onto a pile of newspapers, leaving the police caught behind the flames.
The cart raced through town, passing person after person. At one corner, the cart raced passed by a tall, dark haired boy equipped with both a slingshot and cane who was shouting out insults at any cart that happened to pass by. "You doity rotten cart drivers!" He waved his cane angrily as another cart drove through the puddle on the edge of the street, sending water cascading up into his face.
Oscar stuck his head out of the back of the cart, preparing to shout at the boy on the corner, "Shaddup, Conlon!" He quickly pulled his head back inside as the cart continued to race through the city.
Next, the cart passed a small food stand, where a tall boy with dark brown hair and a long walking stick stood, inspecting his prospective purchases. The cart rattled fiercely as it zoomed by and the boy looked over his shoulder to see what was going on. The next thing he knew, half a dozen police on horses were chasing after the cart, their whistles blowing loudly. "Whoa! A police chase!" He accidentally knocked over a box of tomatoes with his walking stick. "Oh shit!"
The chase continued on through Central Park, where a tall girl with red, curly hair was with a relatively large group of girls that were watching their respective boyfriends play a small game of baseball. "Come on, Jack! Hit a home run for me!" Jack took a swing and, sure enough, the ball went flying and hit the cart, which was well on its way to its destination.
At the docks, a pale girl with hair as black as night stood alone, practicing with her slingshot. Desperate to find a target, any target, she spotted the cart, took aim, and fired. The marble zoomed through the cart, hitting Oscar straight in the back, "Oww! What the hell was that?"
"Oh no.... run," she shouted to herself, picking up her marble bag and running back to the lodging house.
"Quit you're bitchin'," Weasel said in a low growl, "we're almost there." He turned back around to drive the cart, which was now approaching an oriental boy who was busy tinkering with an object hidden in his coat.
The boy opened his jacket up, revealing a pair of shoes with wheels attached to the bottom. "Come on, Swifty," he said softly to himself, strapping the wheeled shoes on. "This has got to work!" He moved his feet back and forth, trying to move forward, only to fall down.
Oscar peered out of the front of the cart, genuinely confused, "Where are we going?"
"Trust me," Weasel replied, turning onto an empty street, "I know what I'm doing."
*~*~*~*~*
Racetrack sighed heavily, getting up from his bed, "I hate dis lodgin' house! I hate it! I don't need it! I can't wait ta go to da Bronx..."
"Don't lie," Mush commented from the other side of the room, hoisting his suspenders up over his shoulders. "You'll miss dis place just like I will."
"I know, I was just tryin' ta convince myself otherwise."
Mush walked over to Race and shrugged, getting him in a playful headlock, "Just try ta make the most of this weekend, okay?"
"Okay."
The boys' playful wrestling was disrupted by a knocking on the door at the bottom of the stairs. With a hopeful look in their eyes, Race and Mush headed down the stairs, fighting over who would open the door. When they reached the door, Mush's hopeful look disappeared, "Oh, it's Spot..."
Spot twirled his slingshot in his hand before sliding it smoothly in his pocket, "Mush, just lemme in."
"Oh fine," Mush grumbled, walking over to the door and opening it. Sighing heavily, he sank into the closest chair.
Race followed his friend over to the chair, leaning against the back of this, "Well, heah it is, our last noonie weekend."
"This woulda been the best weekend ever," Spot said, sighing as he walked over to Mush and Race. "We coulda been pickin' up goils or swimmin' in the harbor, but NOOOOOO, one lousy muscle head decided to get in a fight an' spend the rest of the weekend hidin' out."
Mush growled, grabbing onto Spot's suspender and pulling his face close to his, "Can it, Conlon! Leave me alone!"
Spot backed away, holding his hands out in front of him, "Jeez, can't a guy joke around?"
Mush was just about to answer when there was another knock on the door. "Guys, lemme in," the voice said, knocking on the door with his walking stick.
Spot walked over to the door and rolled his eyes, holding onto the knob, "It's Skittery."
"Come on," Skittery begged, dropping his arms at his sides. "I just saw the greatest thing ever! It was so amazin'! Lemme in!" He grabbed the doorknob, trying his best to open it.
"Tsk tsk," Spot said, shaking his head. "You know what you have to do first."
Skittery shook his head, crossing his arms, "I ain't doin' it!"
"Do it! Do the dance!"
"Oh fine," Skittery said softly, grabbing his walking stick with both hands and doing a series of different types of thrusts and grunting noises.
Spot doubled over in laughter, "Race, you gotta see dis!"
Race walked over to the door and opened it, "Knock it off Spot."
Skittery walked over to the door, only to have it kicked shut by Spot, "Thanks, Race. Spot, you goon!" He opened the door and walked in, talking excitedly about the chase he had seen down on the corner. "....An' then there was this real loud crash, it was the tomatoes, but it was SO cool!"
"Cooler then da time Medda let you dance wit' her?" Spot asked, twisting his cane around in his hands.
Race nodded, taking a puff on his cigar, "Or how about the time you rescued dose orphans from da Refuge?"
Skittery shrugged, sitting down, "Okay, so Medda didn't let me dance with her, but her assistant did!"
From across the street, Swifty was preparing to make the best entrance he would ever make into the lodging house.
"Okay, Swifty," he said, looping the laundry line through the loops in his pants, "don't mess this one up. Ready? Go!" Once he yelled go, he pushed himself off from the wall and went flying towards the lodging house door.
Upon hearing the noise outside, Skittery ran over to the window to see what was going on, "Oh no, get the door! Swifty's comin'!"
"The door," Race shouted, running over to the door and trying to open it, "it's.... stuck!"
Swifty screamed, covering his face, "Get the door!!" Seconds later, he ran into the door feet-first and it landed to the floor with a thud.
"Oh, nice goin', Swifty," Race said sarcastically, trying to prop the door back up.
Skittery backed away in an attempt to get away from Swifty, but instead he fell back into the bookshelf and knocked over the giant stack of books that rested on top of it, "Oh shit... Oh shit..."
Mush sprang from his spot on the couch, frantically trying to pick up the books before they fell apart, "You idiot! These are Kloppman's record books!"
"I... I'm sorry," Skittery stammered, while he fumbled through the old, yellowed pages. "I think we put it back in order."
"Lemme see." Mush took the stack of papers from Skittery and examined them, shaking his head. "Skittery, I swear if I didn't know you were a noonie, I wouldn't think you knew how ta read!"
Skittery looked at him, confused, "What? They look fine ta me..."
"Since when does 'R' come before 'D'?"
"Heya, boys," Kloppman, the man who ran the lodging house, said as he walked in, a short girl of spanish descent close behind. "Dis is Slinks, she's gonna help clean things up around heah since I'm too old an' my back's too bad."
The boys waved, smiling at the girl before them. "She don't speak a woid of English, an' I know that Bumlets knows Spanish, but he ain't here. Does anyone else know Spanish?"
Spot grinned smugly, stepping forward, "I know some Spanish, Kloppman. I'll be glad ta help."
Kloppman smiled, "Thanks, Spot. You'll follow us."
"Okay, Kloppman," Spot said, smirking as he followed the pair up the stairs.
Kloppman led Spot and Slinks into the boys' bunkroom where he paused to dictate a set of instruction, "Dis is da boys' bunkroom. Don't worry about bein' neat with puttin' stuff away. Just put everythin' in dose boxes." He pointed to a stack of boxes in the corner of the room. "Spot, can ya translate dat?"
Spot nodded, "Surely." He turned to Slinks and smiled. "Esto es el bunkroom. En esta habitación, todas las orgías bebidas silvestres acontecen. La cerveza es buena, pero el sexo es mejor (Translation: This is the bunkroom. In this room, all the wild drunken orgies happen. The beer is good, but the sex is better.)"
Slinks looked at Spot with a horrified look on her face, "Los adolescentes locos (Translation: Crazy teenagers)."
"Come on," Kloppman said, heading towards a row of trunks, "These are the boys' trunks. They're very protective of their things. Don't touch them. Spot?"
"En estas cajas son toda la ropa de chicas. Ellos son requeridos a correr alrededor desnudo cada sábado en 3 en la tarde. No los permita cerca de estas cajas (Translation: In these boxes are all the girls' clothes. They are required to run around naked every Saturday at 3 pm. Do not let them near these boxes)," Spot whispered, leaning in close to Slinks' ear. Slinks screamed, jumping nervously.
Kloppman looked over his shoulder at the pair as he headed across the hall to the supply closet, "Is she okay?"
Spot nodded reassuringly, "Oh yeah, she's just real excited about workin' here, dat's all."
"Oh, okay." Kloppman walked over to the closet, grabbing onto the knob. "Dis is da supply closet. Everythin' you'll need ta clean with will be in here. Brooms, mops, towels, you name it, we got it."
Spot turned to Slinks, a very serious look on his face, "Esto es el armario de artefactos sexuales de tormento. Si usted no hace un trabajo bueno, usted será cerrado en aquí y Comedor de Pastel lo atará arriba en el anaquel hasta Sr. Kloppman piensa que usted ha servido su castigo (Translation: This is the closet of sexual torture devices. If you don't do a good job, you will be locked in here and Pie Eater will tie you up on the rack until Mr. Kloppman thinks you have served your punishment.)."
"Okay, Slinks? Okay?" Kloppman smiled at her, leading her back down the stairs.
Slinks shook her head, completely petrified, "¡Esta casa está demasiado loca! ¿Cómo me obtuve implicó en esto? (Translation: This house is too crazy! How did I get myself involved in this?)"
Spot and Slinks followed Kloppman down the stairs, where he grabbed his coat once again, "Okay, boys, I'm takin' Slinks down to da market so we can get some more stuff. Stay outta trouble, okay?"
All of the boys nodded, smiling innocent, "Yes, sir, bye!"
Spot chucked, "¡Adios, Slinks!" Slinks screamed, running out of the lodging house. Spot watched her and laughed softly to himself. "So, Mush, Race, how about we go an' dig through dose chests?"
Race shook his head, "Absolutely not! You know Blink would kill us if we went through his stuff!"
"He don't gotta know," Skittery commented, heading towards the stairs.
Swifty also ran towards the stairs, nearly crashing into Skittery, "Skittery's right, Mush. Besides, we need somethin' to remember each other by..."
"Yeah," Mush agreed, getting up off the couch and following Skittery, Swifty, and Spot up the stairs to the bunkroom.
Race sighed heavily, running after his friends, "You guys, come on! Don't touch 'is stuff! That's not our stuff, dammit!"
"I didn't know Specs had so much cool stuff in his trunk," Skittery commented, his top half almost completely in Specs' trunk.
"We shouldn't be doin' this, you guys," Race said again, making his way through the row of trunks.
Spot smirked, finding the perfect thing to cheer up Race. He walked over to a blonde, curly wig that one of the girls had left in there and put it on, "Racey!! Racey! Come over here an' gimme a big kiss. Make me feel like a woman."
Race rolled his eyes, pulling the wig off of Spot's head, "Take that off, you'll ruin it!"
"Well you're ruinin' my joke!"
"Whatever, Spot, whatever." Race walked over to Mush, who was helping Swifty dig through Dutchy's box, in search of his liquor stash. Sighing, he sat down on Blink's trunk. He placed his hand on the side, feeling a small trap door." What's this?" He opened the small trap door and slid out a map. "Whoah, I can't believe it."
"What?" Skittery asked, sitting down on the chest next to Race. "That says 1646.... Is that a year or somethin'?"
"Yeah, I think this is a map.... but it's written in Spanish," Race replied, glancing over at Spot. "Spot, can ya translate it?"
Spot walked over to Race, taking the map from him, "I can try... He looked at the map, furrowing his eyebrows. "Treasure hunters, beware. Drenched with fear, the amount of your efforts will take you far away from here."
Mush stood up, dusting himself off, "Guys, I don't think that map's worth anythin'. Blink's had it for so long that it's probably worthless. Dontcha think that if it was worth anything he'd go an' get the treasure?"
Race shrugged, sighing softly, "Maybe he didn't know about it."
"Race, that trunk has been in his family for ages, way back to the time of his great-great-great-, well you get the idea, grandfather, Andrew the Cyclops. He was a pirate or somethin'."
"But, Mush, maybe it IS real! We gotta give it a try!"
Mush shook his head, heading towards the bunkroom door, "I don't think so, Race." He slowly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Race, who still had the map in his hand, Skittery, Swifty, and Spot followed him. "Come on," Race said, pleading with his friend, can't we at least give dis a try? I mean, it'll be fun! It'll be the last thing we get to do before dey separate us."
"No, Mush answered, pouring himself a drink, "I have a date with Fire on Friday an' I don't feel like gettin' in trouble."
Spot scoffed, rolling his eyes, "Fire never goes too far away from Jack, you know dat! So you'll hafta make it with Fire and Jack!"
Mush growled, tossing water in his face, "Shaddup, Spot."
Skittery sighed sadly, taking the last apple off of the counter, "I'm so depressed."
"When ain't he depressed," Swifty commented, whispering softly to Race.
Race chuckled, shrugging, "Good question!"
Silently, Mush made his way back into the lobby to sit and keep himself occupied with the lasso that someone had stolen from Jack.
The boys got into a huddle, determined to get to the treasure. Race looked over his shoulder at Mush, smirking, "Ready?"
Swifty nodded before walking over to Mush, "Hey, Mush, how do you spin that thing?"
"It's not hard," Mush replied, ready to demonstrate.
With Swifty's signal, Race, Skittery, and Spot ran over to the couch and tied Mush up with the lasso. "Lemme go," Mush shouted, trying to free himself from the rope."
Spot laughed, following the others outside.
"I'm gonna smack you so hard that when you wake up, the headlines will be good!"
Race glanced over at Spot to make sure that he was close behind. "What are you doin'," he asked Spot, who was busy kicking sticks and rocks in the path.
"We don't wanna have him catch us!" Spot looked over his shoulder again and took off down the street after the others.
The boys quickly ran down the street and were well out of sight by the time Kloppman and Slinks returned from the market. Kloppman walked into the lodging house and rolled his eyes when he saw Mush, "Can't you ever stay outta trouble?"
"Kloppman, please get me outta here," Mush pleaded, still trying to squirm out of the chair.
Kloppman continued right on into the lodging house, "Where are the boys?"
Slinks walked in a few mintues later, her arms full of bags. Mush looked over at her and sighed, "Slinks, Slinks, can ya get me outta here?"
Slinks looked over at him and laughed, shaking her head as she continued on into the lodging house.
Mush finally managed to get free and ran outside to find an obstacle course of big rocks in the way, "What the hell is this? Those sons of..... UGH!" He continued on his way after the boys.
Kloppman stuck his head out the door, "You have an hour, Mush, I want dose boys home so they can help Slinks pack!
*~*~*~*
The boys ran into the dry goods store, where they planned to buy a short snack as well as look over the map. Skittery walked over to the produce section, examining the apples and taking a bite of one every so often before putting it back. The owner summoned Swifty to the register to help him fix a rusted lock under the counter. Spot wandered aimlessly through the aisles, finally coming across the newspapers and laughing softly to himself. Race carefully examined the map, looking for any familiar landmarks.
"Hey," Race said softly to himself, pulling out a map from the rack, "I know this place...." He lined up the maps, comparing one to the other. "Dey're almost the same..."
Swifty sighed heavily, all he wanted was a few licorice whips, but he always seemed to get conned into fixing something. The owner smiled, trying to better the situation, "You can take two handfuls of licorice whips if you fix this, okay?"
Just then, Jack walked in with Fire on his arm and Luna close behind. He broke away from Fire, smiled, and gave them each a penny, "Go buy yourselves some candy." The girls took the pennies and went over to the candy jars while he headed over towards Skittery.
Skittery was still playing Apple Tester when Jack walked up behind him, shoving his head in between the shelves, "Jack, lemme go!"
Jack shook his head, laughing, "Denton's making a Pessimistic Pie tonight, he said he wanted some extra pissy boys." He left Skittery wedged in between the shelves and walked over to Spot, swiping the newspaper from him.
"Tryin' ta read, Conlon? That's a shock, I didn't think ya knew how!"
Race picked up the maps and ran over to Jack, punching him in the arm, "Leave him alone, Jack!"
Jack turned to Race and rolled his eyes, "What's this? A noonie tellin' me what ta do?" He grabbed the map, examing it. "What's this I see, a little kiddie treasure map?"
Race shook his head, trying to grab the map from Jack, "No, it's somethin' real important! Give it back!"
"No," Jack replied, shaking his head, "this thing isn't worth the paper it's drawn on. Da only thing it's good for is smokin'." He lit a match and set it on fire, pretending to smoke it.
Spot sauntered up to Jack, smirking, "You know what that reminds me of?"
"What?" Jack asked, glancing over at him.
"The time I kissed that whore ex-girlfriend a' yours," Spot replied, laughing.
Jack drops the map, which Race steps on to put out the flames, and tries to grab at Spot. When he realized that he couldn't get Spot, he went for Race instead. Grabbing tightly onto the collar of his shirt, he liftted his fist and was ready to punch him when, suddenly, another hand came out from no where and stopped him.
"No one hits my friend but me," Mush growled, pushing Jack into the shelf behind him.
"I can't wait until they tear down the lodgin' house, then I won't have to see your dirty faces," Jack hisses, walking back over to Fire and Luna, who were shaking their heads in shame. "Denton's expecting us NOW!" He stormed out to the awaiting carriage that Denton was letting him use for the day.
Fire shrugged sadly, almost wanting to say something. Instead, she grabbed Luna by the arm and pulled her out to the carriage.
Mush watched out the window as the carriage pulled away, but quickly turned back to the boys. "Give me this," he said, taking the map. "Kloppman wants you guys home right now."
Spot, however, wasn't about to give up that easily. "You know, Mush,:" he said, turning Mush to face him so Race could take the map from his pocket, "we don't hafta go home, we could go pick up some girls or somethin'..."
Race shoved the map in his vest, pointing it out to the other guys. Looking over his shoulder occasionally, he slipped out the door and waited for the others.
Mush rolled his eyes, "I don't need a goil."
"Yeah, well we do," Spot commented as he ran out the door with the other guys.
Mush grumbled, reaching for the map in his pocket, "Why you little....." He ran off after the others, who were already a few blocks away.
*~*~*~*
The boys ran non-stop until they were near the docks. "Wait, wait," Race said breathlessly, pulling out the map. "I think that's it!!!"
Spot ran up behind Race, trying to see what Race saw, "Those rocks?"
"No, not the rocks, the docks! Can't ya see it?"
"No," Spot replied, laughing.
Race rolled his eyes, putting the map back in his pocket, "Just trust me, let's go."
*~*~*~*
Jack sat with Fire and Luna in the back of the borrowed carriage, pretending to cough so he could look down Fire's shirt.
Fire looked up at him and rolled her eyes, "Jack, I swear, if you do that again, you're gonna regret it!"
Luna laughed, nodding, "Yeah, Jack, you bettah be careful!"
Jack rolled his eyes, "Whatever, Fiah knows she likes it." Just then, he noticed Mush, who was still chasing after the guys. He stopped the carriage and leaned over the side. "Well, well, well, look who we have heah!"
Mush looked up at him and sighed heavily, "What do you want, Jack?"
"Mush?" Fire asked, looking back at Luna. She smiled, leaning over to the side. "Can we give you a ride somewhere, Mush?"
Mush shook his head, panting, "Nah, I'm good."
"Oh, we insist," Jack replied, grabbing onto Mush's hand as he had the carriage start up again.
"Jack, stop it," Luna warned, punching at his shoulder. "Just let go!"
"Lemme go," Mush shouted, trying his best to keep up with the speeding carriage.
Jack shrugged, letting go, "Fine then, Mush. See ya!" When he let go, he set Mush rolling down a steep hill into a mud puddle at the bottom.
Fire looked over at him and sighed heavily, "That wasn't very nice, Jack."
"So?" Jack shrugged, sliding his arm around Fire's shoulder, his hand dangerously close to her chest.
"Jack," Fire growled, digging her nails into his hand, "let me go!"
Jack winced, but didn't let go, "Aww, come on, Fi, relax!"
Luna sat back, enjoying the fight. She had been waiting for this for a long time. She normally didn't like Manhattan newsies, but she'd rather see her friend with Mush instead of Jack any day.
Fire shook her head, smacking him across the face, "I don't want to relax! I want you to let me go! You know, Luna was right, Mush is better than you!" She leaned over to the driver and had him stop the carriage so she and Luna could get out and look for Mush, and maybe Spot.
*~*~*~*
Race led the guys closer to the peculiar dock arrangement, ducking behind the rocks that Spot had pointed out.
Swifty peeked above the rock, his eyes widening as he saw the Delanceys and Weasel disappear under the docks, "You guys, Did you just see the Delancey's over there? Swifty don't think this is a good idea."
"Yeah," Skittery agreed, nodding, "those Delanceys are bad news, Race."
Spot rolled his eyes, "You guys should really calm down. As long as I got me slingshot, we'll be fine!"
Race nodded, taking out the map and looking at it again, "Yeah, well let's hope dat slingshot comes in handy because we gotta go under those docks to get the treasure!" Rolling the map back up and stuffing it in his pocket, he stood up and looked down at his friends. "Who's with me?"
Just then, the sound of a club hitting against wood, or something else, could be heard and Skittery jumped up in a panic, "Race, didn't you hear that? Maybe they just offed someone!"
"Don't be silly, Skittery," Spot scoffed, getting up and walking over to Race. "Maybe they just, umm, dropped something."
"Yeah," Race agreed, "they just dropped something. Come on."
Swifty held out his arm in front of Race, blocking him, "Hold on. Swifty must make sure the coast is clear." Out from under his sleeve, he pulled out two empty tin cans and Specs' glasses, which had mysteriously disappeared the day before. He put them to his eyes and began to look when the glasses fell off of the front of the cans and broke. "Dammit! Swifty, you messed up again."
"Don't worry about it, Swift," Race comforted him, picking up the remnants of Specs' glasses. He took the map out of his pocket again and looked at it. "Spot, can you read dat?"
Spot examined the map and nodded, "Yeah, it says we gotta walk 100 paces down that way." He pointed towards the end of the dock.
Skittery looked at Race worriedly, "We ain't really gonna go down there, right? We're gonna go home and pack, right?"
Race looked around at his friends' faces and shook his head, "No, we got this far, we can't go back." He grabbed Swifty's arm and started walking. "Let's go."
*~*~*~*
"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred," Race said, counting out their last steps.
"Gee, Race, do you think Mush is anywhere around here?" Skittery tried his best to get Race to give in and go home, but it wasn't really working.
Race shrugged, glancing up at the warehouse that was in front of them, "I don't know, but I think that whatever we're lookin' for is in there." He walked over to the door and checked to see if it was unlocked. Sure enough, it was and it swung open when Race pushed it. "Great, let's go." Race walked in, followed by Swifty and Skittery.
Skittery stayed outside for as long as possible, partially because he wanted to see if the guys would come back and partially because he really was scared. He walked around the side of the building and saw the cart that the Delanceys had taken from the Distribution Center earlier. He peered inside to see what was in it. "Tomato seeds? Marbles? A baseball?" Then, it hit him. "The Delanceys!" In a panic, he ran inside to tell his friends about his discovery.
*~*~*~*
Race, Swifty, and Spot were already checking out the building when Skittery came running in, pale and breathless, "Guys... you'll never believe what I saw!"
"What?" Race sighed, helping his friend sit down. "What did you see?"
Skittery panted, trying desperately to catch his breath, "A cart... Tomato seeds. Baseball. Marbles, Race, marbles!"
Spot shrugged, "So? What's the point?"
Skittery rolled his eyes, "Come on! It's the cart that got hit with tomatoes when I knocked the stand over! Da same cart that," he leaned down to whisper, "the Delanceys were in."
Just then, a strong, greasy hand clamped down on Swifty's and Spot's shoulders. They looked up to see none other than Weasel staring back at them, "Can I help ya with somethin'?"
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