Razor Edge

by Juliet Benson

"A Saturday night with the star reporter!" All newsies in the room froze and stared at Kid Blink, who was now a bright shade of red.

"Ah, come on guys! It’s easy to get those two lines mixed up!" he explained, nearly whining, still scarlet. The newsies smirked and snickered. Denton looked vaguely uncomfortable.

"Sure, sure."

"Right, I believe you."

"Easy, Davey."

"Yeah, I always get those two mixed up." Racetrack finally cleared his throat to get the attention focused back on him, and proceeded to jump onto a nearby table.

"Look at that, I’m the King of New York!" *dance dance dance* "Suddenly, I’m respectable, staring right at ‘cha, lousy with stature." The song continued on, with no more delays. Until, it happened.

In retrospect, no one can really blame Denton. First, the slip from Kid Blink, then he was happily eating and they snatched his plate away from him in mid-bite. But then came the straw that broke the camel’s back. He had managed to save one piece of chicken to gnaw on, but before he could take a bite of the juicy, tasty, delectable morsel, someone accidentally knocked it out of his hand. Before he could rescue it, several newsies jumped up on the desk in a savvy dance move, crushing the underneath their skilled feet. As Denton stared at the squashed piece of meat, a sort of hopeless rage filled him. Blinding, pulsing, red-hot rage, all directed at these BLASTED NEWSIES. He played cheerful, singing along with them, dancing, pretending to be interested in their stupid rally. ‘What a dumb idea,’ he thought sulkily. ‘A rally. Ha! Maybe I can invite my grandma along.’ But then it occurred to him. A deed so dastardly, so barbarian, it had to work!

DA-DA DA DAAAA!

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WILL DENTON SUCCEED WITH HIS HORRENDOUS PLAN? WHAT IS IT? TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR MORE OF: "AS DENTON SPINS (HE GETS DIZZY)"