By:Hoity
Back to the subject. (You'll start to see I jump around a lot it's one of my weak points.) Crick and I had jest been chatting with all our Newsie chicks on-line so I wes in me Newsie la-la land. What made it woise was I wes listening to the soundtrack on me headphones while walking down da street. I threw down my duffle bag and started ta throw punches at an invisible Oscar Delancy. Then, like the psycho I am, I started dancin in the middle of da street. I was engrossed in me own woild dat I didn't notice dat everyone on da street wes staring at me. Anodda thing I missed wes the cherry picker and road blocks set up along da power lines so I walked right through the plastic cones.
By now, King of New York was playin and I once again discarded my duffle bag to do their little dance routine. I rememba singin the last woids of the song, " Front page story, guts and glory, I'm da King of New York!" Then I picked up my bags and tilted my head to da sky only ta notice the live wire fallin right for me.
ZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!!!!! It hit me smack in da face but the funny thing was I never suffered any electric shock. As soon as it struck me, the houses and street all disappeared. For a moment, all I saw was white rays. "Oh, gosh! I can't be in Heaven!" But then the beams began to fade away and I was suddenly thrown forward by some invisible force.
All I recall was my head hitting a brick wall and me fallin forward. How many minutes was I out cold? I'll neva know but when I finally came to my senses I still thought I was in my little home town by the beach in 2001 Florida. Boy was I shocked when I got up and found myself in an alley. I looked out at the street and saw the Brooklyn Bridge across the water.
My lower jaw nearly disconnected from me mouth. I was in NEW YORK! But when? My question was answered when I heard a newsie yell out, "Fire spreads in Chicago, worst in 1899!" (Whad a lousy headline, can't ya tell I'm new at dis fan-fic stuff?)
"1899!!! GOD, NEWSIES!!!!!!!!!" I shrieked. Seriously, I bounced up the brick wall and began screamin like any intelligent goil would if she had just zapped back ta 1899. After bein psyched for several minutes I picked up me duffle bag and me poise. I headed towards da street and saw a group of girls my age walking across da corner. They all had on those blouses and skirts dat covered deir ankles.
"Oh, geez! What am I doing?" I looked down at my bare legs. Though it was almost da end of August it was still hot as hell at home. I began fiddling with me red bandana which adorned me neck. I had copied Jack's style eva since I saw da movie and wes seldom seen without one on.
"Well, at least my shoit has sleeves." Once again I looked at my legs. "I can't do this can I? Of course geez I'll be okay. What'll dey think? Gee um maybe that I'se some psychotic whore or something, duh! What else would dey say.
"Oh wait, she ain't no whore, just a psychotic goil from the 21st century." Yeah I'm sure that'll be da first thing that comes to their minds. Well goil, looks like yer stuck hea and there's no sense stayin in dis alley any longer...so hea goes nothing. God help me!
My legs began movin and me eyes soaked in the surroundings.
"Jack Kelly!" I shouted. I would've screamed but nothing would've come out. As I got closer I saw HIM. I could see his gray trousers, long-sleeved strip shirt rolled up to his elbows, and bandana. Gosh it's really him! I began getting noivous and started messin with my own bandana again. I was bout to meet Jack Kelly, the man of my dreams! Thousands of goils would die to be me, I would die to be me but I don't have to! Ok, I let out a deep sigh. You can do this. Just keep ya cool and pretend ya legs are covered.
"Fire spreads in Chicago, hundreds left homeless!" he yelled out.
Yay! It was him I hoid in da alley. I betta leave a tip for enlightening me earlier. Wait, I'm gonna give him a whole buck geez I made 150 dis week babysitting. Whoa, $150 dat would make me rich!
"Woist fire of da year, hundred die!" he yelled out again. There was a crowd around him buying papes. I waited on the edge and finally walked up when everyone flocked away. When he saw me I could tell his hormones were racin but his tongue didn't fall out er nothing.
"Good business today huh, Cowboy?" I said smilin as I placed da buck in his hand and took da pape he held out ta me.
His jaw dropped at da buck and mine did to cuz it sure as hell didn't say 1999 on it but instead was from 1876. Weird!
"Umm...thanks Ms..." he trailed off.
"Heidi, Heidi Anderson."
"Well, Ms. Heidi I'se can't accept dis."
"Yeah you'se can, I don't need it."
" Wow, thanks a lot Ms." He looked at me as he placed the bill in his shoit pocket and began ta grin.
Oh gosh, not the grin! *sigh* Ok snap out of it goil. "So, how bad did ya have to improve da headlines Jack?" I said skimming through my pape. He didn't answer so I looked up at him and he was in a frozen stage.
"Hey Kelly, Sullivan! You ok?"
"How'd you know me name, Ms?"
" Oh, well," how wes I gonna put dis, "well Cowboy where I'se from you'se boys were in da article durin da strike. It was fron page and everything and it had a picture of you'se and some of da Newsies." Ok so I lied, give me a break. It's not like he'd believe a total stranger.
"Well where are ya from Ms.?"
"First, call me Heidi and I'se from Florida."
"Florida!" He was very shocked dat the story reached dat far.
"Yeah..."
" So wad's it like down south, Heidi?" he put an emphasis on me name which sent a tingle down my spine.
"It's beautiful, Jack. No tall buildings, there's trees, grass, oh and I can't forget da beach. Da sand is as white as snow and the wata looks like emeralds." I looked at him and he wes dreaming away.
" So, uh Jack, you'se planning to eva go ta Santa Fe?"
" Well, I ain't in as big as a rush befoa. I'll get dere someday. Hey how'd you'se know I wanted ta go ta Santa Fe?"
Great goin! How'm I gonna make up a lie for dis one?
"Hey ya Jack!" Oh thank you Lord! I turned and saw Mush headin down da street. Immediately he looked at me wid gapin eyes.
"Hey Mush, dis here's Ms. Heidi Anderson. She's all da way from Florida!"
"Wow, nice ta meet ya ms." he said still gawking at my legs.
"So, uh Mush, how was ya day?" Jack asked tryin ta get his attention.
"Oh, well it was ok I guess. I ain't carrying nothin am I? How bout you Jack?"
"Heidi, hea jes bought me last pape. So, let's head ta Tibby's I'se starvin."
"Yeah, me too. Spot's supposed ta meet us anyways. Well, Ms...Ms.?"
Mush was bout ta ask me ta go wid dem but as soon as Jack mentioned Tibby's I crept back and walked away. Yeah, I know. Wad was I thinking? I jest met two incredible, hot Newsies and left before they invited me to lunch. I just couldn't picture myself in their woild. Not yet anyway. I mean come on with the way I was dressed and all.
I walked on and headed ta Central Park. (I had memorized practically all da streets in New York on my atlas) I wes bout 3 blocks away when I met them. Oh goody, I though to myself, the Delancy bruddas. Great, a desoited alley and I'm in shorts what a wonderful recipe for danger. They were at da far end of the alley goofin off with each odda and then they noticed me. Their eyes got huge like da guys I had seen earlier and they did that thing with their tongues.
"Lord, help me," I whispered. I should've turned back but now it wes too late. They did da usual cat calls and whistles. I looked right through em and wes bout ta pass buy when Morris grabbed my elbow.
"Where ya goin, sweets?" he asked while Oscar took my duffle bag and threw it down.
"Bad, pick up line Delancy." I muttered breaking free of his grasp.
He grabbed me from my back and whispered in my ear, "kay, goilie, next time I'll go straight to the good stuff." He began trying to take off my shirt with the help of Oscar. "Okay, Anderson don't jest stand dere." I quickly tried ta think of somethin ta do. Before I could pull anything I hoid a voice come from da end of da alley.
"Hey, whys do ya two always woik togedda? You know it ain't quite fair ta da ladies or to you'se fer dat matta. Ms. I think you could be of use of my assistance." I couldn't see da speaka but the accent said everything.
"I think I'se can handle dis meself Spot. Spot, Spot Conlon!" I turned my head and saw the Leader of Brooklyn standing there, cane at his side.
"That's me Ms. Please allow me ta..."
"You hoid �er Conlon, she can handle herself." Oscar said holdin on to my shoit which he had somehow managed to get off.
" I sure can," I replied tryin to sound seductive. Hey, if I looked like a slut to dem I might as well act like a slut. Then I turned to Morris who had slightly loosened his grip on my arm and I began playing with his collar. Spot jes stood dere figurin out what da hell I was doin. His eyebrows raised when I began makin out with Morris. It wes a livin hell; his breathe was of vodka. Yuck, I wanted ta hurl. Slowly, I pulled away and did da same to Oscar cept his breathe was like gin. I placed his arms round my practically bare back. Den I turned to look at Spot. " You see Spot. I'se jes fine. I know wad dese two need and I intend to give it em."
I turned back towards da two slobberin dogs and reached out my hands as if to touch deir cheeks. Then, as I touched their faces. I said, " I know exactly what you need." Then with all my might, I bashed deir heads together. They conked out right on impact. I bent ova and took my shoit from Oscar's hands. "Sleep tight boys," I whispad. I stood back up, put on me shoit, and grabbed my bags. Spot was still standing dere with his jaw dropped open. I walked ova, "I told ya I'se could handle it Conlon."
"You sure did. Surprised their heads didn't crack open."
"Funny, Spot."
"Well, Ms. you know me but I'se don't have ta pleasure of knowin you."
"Oh, my name's Heidi."
"A pleasure ta meet ya, Heidi."
"Don't you wanna know how I know yer name?"
"No, everyone knows Spot Conlon."
"Gee, you really do have a big head!"
"Hey, noone talks ta me like dat. You'se betta take dat back or else I'll have ta.."
"Ta what? Soak me? Ok try, I'll do da same thin ta you dat I did ta dose two cept I'll replace da odda head with da wall."
"Yeah, well I don't let me guard off dat easily."
"Of coise not, yer majesty." I mocked.
Then, he lunged at me but instead of throwing punches he tickled me. I couldn't stop laughin and rolled back against da wall. "Don't mock me goil!" he shouted above my giggles.
"I'm shakin Spot! Please stop, I can't breathe." And wow, just like dat he stopped and offered me his hand while he helped me up.
"Hope yer stomach don't hoit ta bad...oh chit, stomach....lunch...Tibby's. I'se gotta get ta Tibby's, would ya like to accompany me, Heidi?"
Great he's goin ta meet up with Cowboy. "Um, no thanks Spot. I'm headin ta Central Park. But I'll be round."
"Well, ok. I'll guess I'll see ya sometime soon. Nice meetin ya.
"Oh, Spot?"
"Yeah"
"I may not have needed you today but that don't mean I'll neva need yer help."
"I'll be dere for you wheneva ya need me." he smiled.
"Thanks, bye." I turned da corna and headed for da park.
"What am I gonna do? Everyone thinks I'm a harlot and I ain't got nowhea ta go. Well, dere is da Lodgin House. True I had met Jack, Mush, and Spot but common to them I'se a trollop. I'd neva fit in. Well, Spot did say he'd help me out. Maybe....
That's all I remembad thinking befoa I dozed of ta sleep. I would have stayed dere all night if my growlin stomach hadn't woken me up. I got up and reached for me bags. They were still dere, had ta be a miracle! Geez, I ain't eaten all day. I might as well see if Tibby's is any good.
The sun had jest disappeared as I began headin back to Manhattan. I took busy streets to avoid anodda dangerous incident. It wes bout 7:30 when I found da place and without thinkin of nothin but me stomach I walked right in. Boy, was I surprised ta see Jack, Mush, Spot, Blink, and all da odda Newsies when I walked in. Damn, I didn't think dey ate hea all da time! You'd think they'd at least go to a few odda joints.
Luckily they were all da guys I'd met dat aftanoon were all too engaged in a conversation to notice me so I took a seat at da bar and ordered chicken and mashed taters. I tried not ta eavesdrop but my curiosity got da best of me.
"So we ran inta da same goil taday, huh Spot?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, and dat goil, Heidi, handled da Delancys all by herself."
"No kidding. Where'd ya say she was goin?"
"Central Park. Wonda if she wes plannin on spendin da night dere. She had all dose bags with her so it didn't look like she had a place ta stay."
"Wait," Blink said, "you say she had some bags wid her?"
"Yeah, why?" Spot asked.
"I saw her at Central Park . It's a good thin too cuz she wes sleepin and some guy was bout ta jump her but I soaked him good." Woah! I'm gonna have ta thank him for dat lata!
"Guys?" I heard da oh so familiar voice of Race ask.
"Yeah," dey all said.
"This goil you all met. You said she had brown hair past her shoulders, dark skin, and dressed kinda different, right?"
"Uh huh," Mush said, " her legs were showin. Gosh she was a sight. Think she's a whore?"
"Well, you sua let her know how you thought she looked, Mush." Jack joked.
"Aw shuddup!"
"Ok I will, but I wouldn't doubt it if she was with all the skin she was showin." I knew it!
"Bare legs and some big bags wid her?" Race asked.
"Yeah Race, why you'se seen her too?" Spot asked.
"Sure have and I'm lookin at her right now." I choked on my wata and started ta cough.
"Where?" I assumed he pointed at me cuz I heard footsteps comin my way. Out of da corna of me eye I saw da five of em standing dere. I turned round and smiled. "Hey Jack, Mush, Spot, Blink, Race. So you'se guys surprised ta see me?"
"Hey Heidi, so you'se been listenin to oua convasation?" Spot asked.
"Yeah, I wes. I usually don't eavesdrop but when yer sitting with yaself it's a little hard not ta."
"Well then don't sit by yaself, sit with us at dat booth. I won't take no fer an answer." Jack said offerin me his hand.
"Okay Kelly, I guess it won't hoit." I took his hand and was bout ta reach for my stuff when Blink said, "Allow me Ms." He bent down and carried my bags to their booth.
"Um, thanks Blink. That's twice taday you'se helped me."
"Gee, I guess ya hoid everythin didn't ya?" Mush asked shyly.
"Yeah Mush I did."
"Well um I wes jes wonderin ya know cuz..."
"Dats ok Mush, I ain't no whore." They all looked at me surprised. "Yeah I'm showin my legs but where I'm from people dress like dis."
"You mean in Florida?" Jack asked. He wes sitting next ta da window on me left.
"Um well, yeah..." I wes gonna leave it at dat but asked, "Guys I know you'se don't know me enough ta trust me but would ya believe it if I told ya I wes from da 21st century?" I expected them ta laugh deir heads off at me but instead they jest looked serprised. Da odda newsies all hoid whad I said and gathad deir chairs round da booth.
Finally, Blink asked, "Really?"
"Here," I said showin dem my pocket calendar. Then I pulled out my wallet and showed him my ID with expiration date. Spot took my wallet and filed through da pics I had in dere.
"Hey, dats Blink and Jack and oh...me! Dats me picture, dats me picture!" I blushed.
"Uh, yeah I got dat off whad dey call a computer. You can write stuff on it like a typewriter, play poker, and find all sorts of neat info, like a library on what they call da internet."
"Why wes our pics on dis computer?"
"Well, they have a flick bout you'se guys and da strike. So I lied bout seein ya in da papes Jack. But I really am from Florida."
"So why'se our pictures in yer wallet?" Blink asked.
"Oh, hehe cuz you guys are real cute. Some guy friend of mine back home thinks you'se live in da 21st century cuz I showed him yer pic, Jack." The three of them were da ones blushin now.
"Why did ya want him ta think I wes alive den?"
"To get back at him I guess. Ya see I used ta like him and he would continually drop hints dat he liked me but he neva did ask me ta be his goil. We spent da entire weekend togedda at sem campout and den a week lata he went out wid dis odda goil. Next time I saw him I gave �im ta cold shoulda. Later I talked to him and he honestly didn't think I liked him da way I did. Bout that time I wes gettin hehe obssessed with yer movie "Newsies" and began wearin a bandana jes like you Jack. Dis guy, Trevor, asked me bout my bandana one day and I told him I got it from you. Den I showed him yer pic."
"Wow," they all said. I smiled recallin da look on Trev's face when I told him bout Jack.
"So, this uh, movie," Spot began, " I guess dey showed me a lot huh?"
"Oh, gosh, Spot. Yeah dey showed enough of ya ta get thousands of fans to write stories bout ya. Dere's tons of fans out dere dat write stories bout you'se guys."
"Fans?" Mush asked.
"Yeah. They have tons of stuff on the internet bout you'se guys oh and pics, lots!'
"Of all of us?" He asked again.
"Yep, all of you." They all sat back with an amazed looked on deir faces. Race went back to lookin at me wallet and looked inside, "Woa! You'se got enough money ta be da mayor himself!" I tried ta get me wallet back but he took out my bills and started countin.
"Forty, sixty, ninety..."
"Holy cow!" Blink broke out.
"Ahem, oh let's see ninety-five, ONE HUNDRED!"
"A hundred!" several voices perked.
�Wait, dere's more. One-twenty, one-forty, one-fortyfive, one hundred and forty-nine dollas!"
"God!," Mush said, "you could live off of dat fer a year!"
"Yeah ok, give me my money back Race!"
"Ok here ya go."
"All of it, Race," I saw him jokingly take a five. Yeah, I'se stingy and I wasn't gonna let noone not even Racetrack Higgins steal from me. He took da five and put it in my hand. Jes den da waiter came with our food. We all ate quickly but in between bites I filled dem in on practically everything from da future. They soaked it all in while devouring deir food. When I finished I turned my head ta da guys at da booth and Snoddy, Skitts, Dutchy, and all da oddas, "Well, ya guys gonna turn me inta an asylum?"
"Course not!" Jack said, "we all believe ya!"
"Yep" "Sure do!" they all replied. Good, they don't think I'm a psycho. The waiter den came with all da bills. Before he started ta pass em out I took the receipts and looked em ova. Den I handed him enough money ta pay da bill.
"Gee thanks," Spot started," you'se didn't have ta do dat." All da odda guys showed me deir gratitude.
"Don't mention it boys. All my pleasure. I'se best be goin now. It's gettin late." I squeezed my way out of da booth, took my bags, and practically ran out da door. I turned down an alley and felt a hand grab my elbow, Jack.
"Heidi, you'se got no whea's ta go. Why ya runnin? We'se don't scare ya do we?"
"No, Jack ya don't. It's jest dat I feel weird cuz I know a bunch bout you'se guys but you barely no nothin bout me."
"Well, I awready like da little I know and I'se sua ta like da rest. So, come on back wid us." I wes blushin again but thank goodness for da dark.
" Ok Jack, I'll go to da Lodgin House but Kloppman won't like it will he?"
"Don't know but we'll get ya in eidda way." He offered me his arm and I gladly took it. From da corna we saw Spot, Race, Blink, and Mush come out.
"Well guys, we broke �er."
"All right, she's sleepin er I mean stayin wid us!" Blink said. I laughed.
"Sure Blink we know what you were thinkin." Mush said play punchin him.
"You'se gonna stay in Manhattan tanight, Spot?" I asked.
"Coise I'se gotta help settle you into your new livin arrangements."
"Wonderful," I turned and smiled at Jack. Things were gonna be al right.
"I hope you don't mind if I stay hear sir I ain't got no place ta stay but I can pay me boardin fee."
"Well, ya look like trouble but yer character surely doesn't show it. Whose girl are ya?"
"Sorry sir I'se noone's goil. To tell ya da truth I'se hear by way of time travel. I'm from the 21st century." He lifted his eyebrows and stared at me in disbelief.
Luckily Jack spoke up, "She ain't lying Kloppman. That's why she's dressed like dat." He looked at Jack and all da odda boys. "I can always tell when you boys are lying and as weird as this story sounds I believe you Ms. You'll always be welcome here."
"Thank you very much sir. What's da nightly board fee?"
"First stay is on da house. Afta dat its a nickel a night."
"Ok. Thanks again."
"Now, Ms.," Race said playing steward once again, "if you'se �ill kindly follow me up these stairs, we'll show you your new home." I was so excited I tripped on the stairs and fell on Blink who was walkin up in front of me.
"Oops, sorry Blink." I felt so stupid.
"That's all right," he replied while helpin me to my feet.
"What's da matta Heidi, dey ain't got stairs in da 21st century?" Race asked from da top.
"They'se got stairs Race, lots of em. I jes tripped. Noone's poifect."
"Don't go tellin Spot dat cuz he thinks he is." He said quietly as I reached da top. Howeva, the proud leader of Brooklyn was right behind me.
"I hoid dat Race and you'se betta shut yer trap if ya know what's good fer ya." He did as advised and Blink motioned me to follow him. The room looked jes like in da movie. He led me to an oh so familiar pair of bunks with a desk in between. (If ya haven't guessed it da one da left belonged ta Race and Blink)
"You'se and Spot can take this one next ta my bunk," he said puttin my stuff down.
"You mean we're gonna share da bed?" These guys have got ta be jokin!
"No not da bed da whole bunk, top and bottom," Race said.
"But, whad about Snipes?"
"Oh, he wes in dat movie too? Well, he went back home to help wid his family since his mudda had anodda baby. So now da bunk's empty." He again filled me in.
"Ok, well I'll take da top. Dat ok wid you Spot?"
"Hey ladies get foist choice." I opened my duffle bag and pulled out my sleepin shorts, a shoit, and cosmetic bag.
"Where's da washroom?"
"Right dis way," Jack led me to da famous room whea part of "Carryin the Banner" wes sung. Though used by boys it wes surprisingly clean.
"Thanks, Jack."
He walked out and I went inta one of da stalls ta change. I got out and brushed me teeth, washed me face, and wes gonna pull out my contacts holder but decided ta keep em in. Then, I started brushin my hair fer a few minutes. "You sure are a lucky goil, gettin ta spend da night with da Newsies! God, I hope I'm hea for awhile." I walked out and put me things in me bag. Everyone had gotten undressed while I wes in da washrooms. Too bad I missed it. Gee, dey all looked so hot! The guys (Jack, Spot, Race, Blink, Mush, and Crutchy) where all round a table playin a game of slap jack wid two decks. Da guys let me slap in and we played fer awhile. Da game dragged on til finally it wes down ta Race and Spot. We all watched dem amid our chatter. Finally, dey decided ta call it a draw and we headed to our bunks. Jack's was on da odder side of mine. Jack waited fer us all ta get in befoa turning off da lights. I did my best to gracefully get on top and I must say did a pretty good job.
"Night Jack, Spot, Blink, Race."
"Night Heidi," Spot said from unda me mattress.
"Good night." (Dat was Race)
"Sleep good, least hea I won't have ta beat up anyone for ya while ya sleep." Blink said.
Afta turnin out da lights, Jack walked ova to my bunk. He bent down and said somethin ta Spot. Den, he rose, took my hand and said, "Night, Heidi. Sweet dreams."
"You too Jack and thanks." I squeezed his hand which he continued holdin for a bit and den he slowly let go. I watched him get inta his bunk and lie down. Then, I shut me eyes while the Santa Fe song began playin in me head.
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"Wake up da presses are rollin! Come on get up ya sleep yer life away!" Ah, da eva wondaful voice of Kloppman. I'm not bein sarcastic eidda. I'd always wanted ta hear him say dat, maybe cuz I knew whad was comin next. He had jes finished shakin Blink and turned ta wake me but I wes already sittin up.
"Mornin Kloppman." I smiled.
"Well it's good to know yer in a cheery mood." he returned my smile.
"Lucky fer you I'm a moinin person. Mind if I have da hona of wakin up Cowboy?"
"Sure thing, one less person fer me ta shake."
"Goody," I smirked as I slid off da side careful not ta distoib Spot who hadn't fully waken up. I walked over ta Jack, he had the goofiest grin on his face. But he looked so cute. I almost didn't want ta wake im up, but den I thought Na. First, I started pokin him. Afta no response, I began ta tickle him in da stomach.
"Stop it, stop it!" he said groggily. Thinkin I wes Kloppman he reached out inta da air and slapped my face. It wasn't hard jes playful. I tickled harda and said, "That ain't no way ta treat a lady!" Then I softly jabbed his stomach.
He opened his eyes on hearin my voice. Guess he was shocked to see me. I glared at him and walked back to me bunk pretendin ta be mad at him. He jumped out of bed and took my elbow. I froze and smiled to meself.
"I'se sorry Heidi. I thought you'se was Kloppman, honest. Don't be mad.." I spun around now so he could see me smiling.
"Ok, Jack I forgive ya!." He now knew I wes laughin at im.
"Where ya jes playin wid me?"
"Of coise," I said takin one of Race's cigars and looked it ova. He den leaned out from his bunk.
"That's my cigar!'
"You'll steal anodda!" Sensin I wanted them all to sing, Blink came in.
"Hey bummas we got work ta do." By now, da odda has hoid us and started singin da whole song! While Mush wes punchin Jack, I changed inta black pant and a plaid shirt. I walked out of da stall right when Blink did and hoid him sing, "I smell money!"
When we walked out of da Lodgin House, dey did da flips and everything! The nun were dere too and dey actually sang. But Patrick's mudda didn't show soguess who got ta fill in? Ok I'll tell it wes me! Bet ya neva woulda guessed. Thank goodness I knew her part. The song went on dis time with no Delancys. Da only odda part I'll mention is when dey sang, "We need a good assassination!" Oh, dey do da pelvic thrust sooooo well! I thought I wes gonna die right dere in da street. We were wrappin it up and I climbed da Distribution gate with Jack. As it opened, he grapped da rope and put his hand round my waist. We slid down ta be wid da oddas.