"So, what we’se gunna do is get revenge on da goil dat was bein’ mean ta you’se guys. An’ we thought dat befoah ya actually confronted her dat we’se should scare her a little," Jack explained. "Well, how are we’se gunna do dat?" Gav asked. "We thought dat we’d send ya back an’…" His plan making was interrupted by loud protests from all the girls. "Send us back!?" "WE DON'T WANNA GO BACK" "NOO NOT DAT!!" Jack held up his hand. Then, surprised when this did not subside their boisterous disapproval, he yelled, "Spot’s takin’ off his shirt!" The girls all looked at him oddly, Spot most of all. "Uhh…Cowboy…dat only works right if a goil does it," Tunes told him, trying not to laugh at him. Jack looked confused but shrugged it off. "Well, it got yer attention. Now, listen! We gotta get through da plan! So, we’se gunna send ya back," he paused to glare at the girls, making sure they wouldn’t make another outburst, "an’ den we’se gunna give ya all one a our trademarks…one at a time you goils are gunna slip inta da goils house an’ put dem ‘round her room." "Uhh…Jack…dat don’t make sense," Stress told him. "If she’s nevah seen Newsies how’s she gunna know?" "Da Newsie gods’ll take care a dat. We do got some powahs as gods. At night, when she goes ta sleep we’se gunna give her dreams so dat she’ll know what’s happenin’ an’ den when she already thinks she’s crazy you goils’ll all confront her. It’s shoah ta make a newsie lovah outta her!" "Umm…no it’s shoah ta make her have ta go ta an’ asylum," Moneybags corrected. Jack looked at Spot. They both shrugged.. "Eithah way she won’t be makin’ fun a newsies anytime soon…" Spot said. "Dat’s real nice…"Quipster said. "Do ya dare ta question da all powahful newsie gods?" Spot asked, getting in her face. Quipster rolled her eyes. Ya’d think dey would realize who da powahful one is by now…she thought. Suddenly, Spot was turned into a cat and a multitude of dogs had appeared. Quipster laughed evily. "Dat is my kinda goil," TARK said from his drawer. "Change him back! NOW!" Jibajabba yelled, as Bitter, Babble, Tinker and herself all ran around trying to catch Spot who was being chased around by the dogs. "Change him back? Don’t know what yer talkin’ ‘bout…" Quipster pretended. "I can’t do magic!" "Right now!" Jibajabba told her, sternly. "Fine…" Quipster said, and as she spoke Spot was transformed back into the human form that we all know and love, and the dogs had disappeared. "So, what were ya sayin’?" Quipster asked Spot innocently. "Uh…nothin’…yer a odd goil, ya know dat?" Spot asked. Quipster thought about it and nodded in agreement. "Dat I am…soo da plan. We’se startin’ tomorrah right?" "What? No we ain’t, we’se startin’ right now as soon as we give you’se guys da trademarks," Jack told her. "Umm…Jack…I think Quipstah is right. We’se startin’ tomorrah," Stress told him. "Aftah all she knows everythin’…why fight it?" Jack glared and gave in. "Fine, I think me boys could use a little cheerin’ up an’ everythin’. We don’t get many goils heah…actually…you’se guys are da foist in a hundred yeahs or so." ~~~~*****~~~~ "So…we’se spendin’ da night, hmm? C’mon Mushy…I’ll jump on ya in yer bedroom," Hades said, finally getting up from on top of Mush. Mush thought about it for all of a second then grabbed her hand and ran towards his bedroom as fast as her could. ~~~~~****~~~~ "Hey…uhh…Skitt…wanna go play cards?" Tunes asked. "Cards…what kinda cards?" Skittery asked. "Hey, dat brought up a funny thought. Do you remembah dose goils dat used ta refer ta sex as playin’ cards…dat was funny," Racetrack said, hoping to give Skittery the hint so he didn’t seem as stupid as Davie. Even though Race and Skittery seemed to not like each other in the movie they were secretly the best of friends. Skittery laughed. "Yeah, what were der names?" "Uhh…der were a bunch a us," Tunes told him. "Us? OHHH…Cards!" he said, winking. "C’mon we can go in heah ta play "CARDS"." "Smooth Skitt…very smooth," Racetrack said, rolling his eyes. ~~~*****~~~ Gav, getting ideas from the other girls, looked at Blink smirked. "Ya know…I’se always wondahed if I could everythin’ da same if I had an eye patch on," she told him. "Oh…well…we could go try things out. Like, go ta da kitchen an’ see if ya can drink da same an’ all…it ain’t really dat hard," he told her. "Well…I had some moah recreational activities in mind," she told him, running a hand up his chest. "Recreational? Monopo…ohhhh…yeah!" he said. "We should try dat out." Gav smirked as she was led away by the hand. ~~~~~*******~~~~~ "Horny kids," Quipster told Itey, laughing. "So…can I see yer pant collection?" "I don’t have a pant collection!" Itey claimed. "Oh, really? Let’s go check yer room an’ see!" she challenged. "Fine…dis bettah not be a way a gettin’ me alone in me room," he told her. "Me? Do dat? Nevah…" Quipster joked. "But, seriously, no… I jest wanna see yer pant collection an’ den we can play Monopoly wid Squibble an’ Davie!" "All right…but der ain’t a pant collection in heah," Itey said, opening the room to his door. "Why don’t ya check yer closet…der’s a loose board…a couple more ta da left," she advised. Itey followed her dirrections and pulled on the loose board. He was shocked to see dozens and dozens of pants, folded and arranged in colors, hidden there. "What da fuck?" he asked, confused. Quipster smirked then burst out laughing when she heard calls from all the newsies. "Wheah are me pants?!" "All me pants are gone!!!" "WHAT DA HELL!?" "Even da pants I’se WEARIN’!" Shortly followed were squeals from the girls. "Thank you GOD!" "SCORE!" "HELL YEAH BABY!" "You did dis, didn’t ya?" Itey asked Quipster. "Me? No…Your the pant theif," she said, grinning. "Soo…sidekick wanna go play Monopoly?" Itey shriugged. "Shoah…well at least we can make fun a Davie…" "We’re perfect fer each oddah!" Quipster said, walking out with him. ~~~~~******~~~~~ Itey gave Quirky a cold glare as they walked by them on the way to make fun of Davie. "What was dat ‘bout?" Jake asked Quirky. "Well…I sorta called him a spy…an’ I don’t think he appreciates it," Quirky explained. "OH! Yer dat goil? Ya know ya ‘caused a lot a trouble up heah…we had ta go through dis long investigation ta find out if he was or wasn’t a spy an’ everythin’…" Jake told her. "Really? Well…look at him! He does seem like a spy…Look! Right now he’s talkin’ ta his watch! What is dat?" Quirky asked. Jake turned around to see but by the time he had turned around Itey was pretending to check his watch. Jake looked back at Quirky confused. "Yer one determined goil," he told her. "He’s jest checkin’ da time!" Quirky nodded. "I guess I’m a little…He’s plantin’ a bug! Right der on da mantle!" she said, pointing. Jake turned around once again but by the time he had Itey was standing by the mantle and talking with Quipster about a picture on it. "Hey…drop it…we’se got bettah things ta do den dis," Jake told her. " We need ta…" he started. He was interrupted by, "He’s got a secret entrance! Right der!" she yelled. Jake, somewhat exasperated, turned around. And of course, by the time he had turned around all the way, Itey and Quipster were leaning against a wall and talking…nothing out of the ordinary. "Quirky…seriously…who is moah important right now? Da guy wid da sexy calves or da boy dat ya think is a spy?" Jake asked. "Yer right…" Quirky said. "I’m sorry." "Good, now we can move on ta more fun activities," he said, pulling her into a hug. Quirky almost screamed in frustration when, over Jake’s shoulder, she saw Itey and Quipster laughing evily and waving. "I’ll get you spy," Quirky mouthed. "Doubtful," Itey mouthed back. "Jake, let’s go…NOW," Quirky said, pulling him away from the main room. Jake followed…being that he was being pulled. But, he woulda followed willingly… ~~~~*****~~~~ "Dat was great, Itey…yer da coolest," Quipster told him. "Let’s go make fun a Davie!" "Let’s," Itey said, offering his arm. Quipster took it and they skipped around the room trying to find Davie. "EWW!" Quipster yelled. She pointed at a secluded corner and there were Davie and Squibble making out. "EWW!" Itey echoed. "Dis is yer fault," he told Quipster. "Evah since he read yer story, "A Big Surprise", he’s wanted ta do dat," Itey told her. "I’m gunna have ta burn dat story I get back home…well delete da file at least," she told him. ~~~~~*****~~~~ "Hmm…who else could we make fun a?" Quipster asked. "Well, we could make fun a Spot…an’ his small harem a goils ovah der," Itey suggested, pointing at Spot surrounded by the four girls "Dat’ll be fun," Quipster said walking over. "Look, I get Spot fer da night!" Babble told them. "No! He’s mine! I’m almost legal! I WANT TO HOP ON SPOT!" Tinker told them. "Get off of him! I’m SERIOUS!" Jibajabba told them. "I don’t know what all of you are talking about but Spot is mine…I only need a good…couple hours with him!" Bitter told them. "After that you all can have him…" "NO! At least I get him first!" Babble yelled. Soon they were all fighting on the floor. Spot watched indifferently, figuring either he would get to see a damn good catfight or get a couple good fuckings. ~~~~~*******~~~~~ Quipster and Itey watched for a couple minutes before they decided it was boring and really did start playing Monopoly. ~~~~*****~~~~ "So…umm…Stress I was wonderin’ if we was jest gunna sit ‘round all night handcuffed ta each oddah or if I’se actually gunna get any," Jack put bluntly. "Umm…well…I guess…" Stress started. "Good," Jack said running towards his room, Stress trailing behind him. ~~~~******~~~~~ "So…uhh…Briar ya wouldn’t mind havin’ me stick huh?" Snoddy asked, smirking. "Let’s cut da bull shit an’ jest go," she told him. Snoddy shrugged. "Dat was easiah den I thought," he commented leading her to his room. ~~~~~******~~~~~ (Are we seeing a pattern in what’s going on here? Except for me and Itey…because Itey is a rebel!) ~~~~~~*******~~~~~ "Bumlets would you show me yer stick? I’se always wanted ta see it…" Holiday told him. Bumlets grinned at her. "Shoah, Holiday," he told her. He took her into the room and said, "Here it is," pulling it out. "Can…can I hold it?" she asked. "I guess…" Bumlets said, moving closer. (HAHA you think this is dirty…but it’s not…get your minds outta the gutters!!) Holiday took it in her hands. "Dis is so cool! Dis is da same stick dat ya used in da movie?" she asked. "Yup!" Bumlets asked. "I got a couple a oddah a dem made jest like dis one…ya want one a yer own ta keep?" "Dat would be great!" Holiday said. "Dis is all so amazing." "We could make it more amazin’," Bumlets suggested leaning in and kissing her. ~~~~*******~~~~~~ "So…I say we flip dat coin again," Racetrack purposed to Moneybags. "Heads we go in me room an’ start actin’ like moah den friends an’ tales we stay out heah an’ play Monopoly like dose losahs." Moneybags laughed. "I ain’t even gunna take da time ta flip da coin let’s jest go!" she told him. Racetrack laughed. "My kinda goil!" he told her, hurrying into his room with her. ~~~~~*****~~~~~ "So, Specs…do ya evah take off dose glasses?" Raven asked. "Well…uhh…sometimes…right befoah I go ta bed," he told her. "Really? Well…how ‘bout I go an’ help ya take dem off…along wid a few oddah things…." she asked. "I was thinkin’ ya’d nevah ask…" he told her. "Well…thinkin’ ya’d nevah ask ta go…ya know…not thinkin’ ya’d nevah ask me ta take off my glasses…" he told her. "I knew what ya mean," she assured him. "Dat’s good ‘cause I guess it would be weird if I was thinkin’ ‘bout ya takin’ off me glasses…" he continued on. "Hey, uhh…Specs?" Raved said, to get his attention. "Yeah?" "Let’s jest go!" Specs looked a little embarrassed and smiled sheepishly. "All right!" Part 3 |