"Gimme dat!" cried Blink, grabbing at the air. "No!" squealed Sporty Spice, dangling the eye patch just out of reach. Blink turned an even deeper shade of red. "Awww, come on!" he whined. The girls just laughed to each other.

"I object!" proclaimed a voice. All the newsies turned. "SPOT!?" they gasped.

"Hahahah," said Scary, "On what grounds?"

"On the grounds of Brooklyn!" Spot declared. The Spice Girls burst into giggles and the newsies groaned in embarrassment. "This is Manhattan," giggled Baby Spice, "but you're a cute one!" They burst into laugher once again.

Spot was fuming. No one messed with the great Spot Conlon, the most feared newsie in all of New York. No one. Especially a bunch of half naked girls. And then they called him cute! Spot slunk away, grumbling to himself.

"Ahhhh!" Davy suddenly jumped. The Spice Girls giggled to themselves. Davy turned and stared at them wide-eyed, his mouth hanging open. He gasped and few times, at a loss for words. "Wha'd dey do to ya, Dave?" Jack asked concerned. Davy began spluttering. "They, they..." his nostrils were flaring by now. Finally he leaned over and whispered into Jack's ear. "They, they pinched me!" Jack looked at him confused.

"On �is bum!" crowed Scary. They newsies looked at each other confused. Finally Jack broke the silence. "You mean dey pinched ya on yer butt?" he said to Davy. "Not so loud!" Davy cried. But it was too late. Everyone had heard them and were in absolute fits of laughter.

The newsies, still recovering from the little incident with Davy's �bum' were beginning to dissipate. A man with brown hair wearing a tweed suit and a bow tie came strolling up to the Spice Girls.

"Hi, I'm Bryan Denton with the New York Sun." he introduced himself.

"Ooo, he's cute too!" cried Ginger Spice. "He's mine gihls!" Denton blushed and chuckled to himself. "I'm here to talk to you about this thing you were talking about, �Girl Power'?"