"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Specs screamed at the top of his lungs. Mr. Snapple the talking purple bunny stopped bouncing to turn and look at Specs. Les did another Les-dance before running over to Specs and wrapping himself around Specs legs, rendering him motionless. Specs flailed his arms in an attempt to remove Les from his legs. It didn't work.

Meanwhile, back at the couch...

Sarah woke up with a horrible headache. Part of her brain had exploded when Davey asked her an intelligent question. She picked up her basket of sewing stuff and bowtie shapes and went home to get to work. She was so darn excited! Maybe she would make Jack a bowtie too!

Meanwhile, back at the lodging house...

Itey, Swifty, Bumlets, and Pie Eater had all passed out due to Spot's deadly incense. Now people were starting to get worried. Sure, it was alright when Snoddy passed out, but the bodies were beginning to get in the way. And those four's names were almost good. Davey arrived. He looked at Specs' remains on Jack's bunk, at the five newsies passed out on the floor, and then at Spot. Spot was chanting in an unknown language. But Davey didn't have a New York accent! He could understand Spot! Spot's evil plan to kill all the Manhattan newsies had failed!

"I understand you!" Davey laughed, running his hand over the shiny edges of the scissors.

"No!" Spot cried. He began to disinegrate, then dissapeared, along with the incense and the ring of candles. Kloppman would be mad. There was wax on the floor. Not to mention Specs.

"Davey! You killed 'im!" reprimanded Jack. Spot was his friend. Even if he did occasionally zap his newsies.

"No I didn't. He's just back in Brooklyn." Davey said calmly.

"Oh, duh!" said Jack, smacking himself in the forehead, although he really didn't get it. He just wanted to sound like Sarah the valley girl. His attempt was interrupted by someone fluttering in the door.

"Hi! I'm Sarah!" said Sarah, batting her eyelashes. It was her best pick-up line yet. Or was it? She couldn't quite remember.

"Duh!" shouted Boots. Sarah smiled sweetly at him and he ran to the window to throw up. Sarah scared him. And the rest of the newsies.

"Sarah, you fruit, what are you doing here?" Davey yelled. He was getting really sick of her. He wanted to finish her off there and then. But there would be too many witnesses.

"Um...I'm looking for Jack!" she bubbled, waving her sewing basket around wildly.

"Sarah? I'se right heah!" Jack snapped his fingers in front of her face a few times to catch her attention.

"Oh, hi Jack!" she skipped over to him, throwing her arms around him. Jack turned blue from lack of oxygen. Sarah giggled some more. Her hair-bubble bounced happily. Just then, Mush and Blink arrived (have you noticed they haven't been in the story yet?). Mush was laughing over something that wasn't funny and Blink was watching him warily, like he'd explode or something.

"So...I says, "How'd ya sleep?" and he says "Good!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Mush laughed hysterically.

"Uh...dat's not funny, Mush," Blink said. "Are ya sure it isn't somethin' else?"

"Uh...maybe," Mush said, scratching his head thoughtfully. "I can't remembah."

"Hi! I'm Sarah!" Sarah giggled, pulling away from Jack. It was her best pick-up line of the day. Maybe...

"Duh!" the entire room shouted, except Davey who was smacking his head against a wall. Poor Davey.

Meanwhile, in Brooklyn...

"Darn!" Spot cried. He was mad because Davey had transported him back to Brooklyn. He wanted to eat his moldy bread in the middle of the Manhattan lodging house. Davey was always messing up his evil master plans. "Foiled again!"

Meanwhile, in the center of the earth...

"Get off!" Specs shook his leg frantically. Les coughed pathetically and hung on for dear life. It was his intention to get everyone sick so he could worship Jack. He would cough on them all and make them all diseased.

"Specs! Specs! Specs!" he shouted, still attached to Specs' pant leg. "SPECCCCCCCCSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Let go, ya diseased liddle brat!" Specs picked up a stalactite or a stalagmite (which is which?) which happened to be lying around and started whacking Les over the head with it. Les paid no attention and continued to hang onto Specs like a slimy little leach. Mr. Snapple the talking purple bunny began to chew on Specs' shoelaces.

"Auuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Specs yelled. A bunch of...those rock things that hang from the celing....fell down on him and buried him and Les. However, since it was his own personal Heck, they disappeared and Les emerged unharmed.

"Damn!" Specs muttered. He wanted to Les to get smushed. He had to figure out a way out of the center of the earth. Mr. Snapple the talking purple bunny bounced around some more.

Meanwhile, back at the lodging house...

"Jack, do you like doilies?" Sarah turned to him, having given up on making Mush and Blink love her.

"Uh...dese's awright, I suppose," Jack answered slowly.

"DOILIES ARE MY LIFE! I EAT SLEEP AND BREATHE DOILIES! HOW CAN YOU LOVE ME AND NOT LOVE THEM AS WELL!?!?!?" Sarah threw her arms up emotionally, dancing around. Her head was no longer in the bunkroom, but in the lacy world she loved, the world of doilies. Nothing else mattered but the intricately hand-woven white patterns! Nothing! As she was doing her rapturous Sarah-dance again, the newsies silently snuck out of the bunkroom, leaving the unconscious Snoddy, Swifty, Bumlets, Pie Eater, and Itey on the floor. Poor them. Sarah smiled. She knew just what pick up line to use on them. It would be her best one yet...right.

Skittery and Snitch were still in Tibby's following Frank the dancing waiter around when the rest of the newsies arrived. Race pulled out his harmonica, looking suspiciously around for Spot. Spot had hurt his feelings. Spot was evil. Jack was sulking because he had to sleep in a different bed. Specs was all over his real bunk. Darn Spot. Davey was fingering the scissors. Blink was trying to get away from Mush.

"Hey Blink! Wait! I gotta tell ya! Try Harbor Alley or Da Bottle!" Mush cried, waving his arms for added attention.

"Dat don't sound right, Mush. Are ya sure yer ok? I mean, ya hit da ground pretty hard..." Blink hopped over a few tables, only to be persistantly followed by Mush.

"No! I'se fine, can't'cha tell?" Mush giggled (yes, giggled).

Boots sat at a table by himself.

"Does anyone know wheah Snipes went?" he sighed. Davey looked the other direction. Snipeshooter had been kicked into next Tuesday and today was only...Saturday.

"And wheah did Les go, anyways?" Boots wondered aloud. He hated Les but he didn't want to look like a loner. He went to sit with the older newsies. He looked like a loner anyways. Haha.

"Ahh! Who are you?" Sarah screamed. Davey smacked himself in the forehead again. "Oh, wait, you're a newsie. Hi, I'm Sarah!"