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The newsies were wakin up to Kloppman's ritual calls an slaps when Spot Conlon- the fearless leader of the Brooklyn newsies- came through the door in a bright red an short dress and black high heels. He was wearing lots of make-up and giant dangly earings.

"Oh! Goodness- excuse me boys" he said twirling his dark blonde hair around his little finger. He glanced around, pausing to wink at Mush- who was half-naked next to his bed- and left.

Everyone just stood there lookin at eachother, not knowing how to react- well Mush threw up.

"Ya'all saw dat too right?" asked Racetrack, frightened for his sanity. Everyone nodded and he looked releived.

"That's some freaked out stuff" said Skittery as he headed for the washroom, followed by other newsies.

The door opened again, everyone turned hoping it wasn't Spot again, but sighed relief when they realized it was just Davey in a pink tutu.

"Heya Dave" Jack said, welcoming his selling partner. He eyed him, concerned "I know ya gots dat recital tanight, but ya ain't gonna wear dat during sellin are yas?"

Dave looked hurt. "Is it the wrong color for me?"

Jack just shook his head "No Davey, it's fine, come on, lets head out" He glanced around "Where's Les?"

David thought for a second "oh yeah, him, oh he's dead" he said witout emotion. Jack looked up completly suprised.
"What?!"
David looked confused at his friends reaction an remembered something "oh well. he's not really dead" Jack looked realieved "but he's gonna be" Jack's suprise returned "well that's my bet, got 5 bucks ridin on it, Dad says he'll last the night, but nah, not from the way he looks, wanna bet me? Good odds goin by the doctor's words"
Jack stared at David, not knowin what suprised him more, that Les is supposedly dieing or that Davey was gambling. "Davey, you got the strangest family, come on, lets get our papes"

By now all the other newsies had made their way over to the distribution center an were buying their stacks. Jack walked up to the front of the line an grinned at Weasel. "Heya Weasel how ya doin taday?" he said expectin a remark from him.

"Oh just lovely cowboy, isn't it a joyous day? Thanks for askin! Have fun selling ur papes!" he said happily as Jack picked up his stack. Now Jack new that somethin was up, too many weird things had happended that day, he also knew he would never recover from seeing Spot ina dress.

David bonked himself in the head with his hand "gosh darn it! I almost forgot to ask- have you by any chance seen Spot today?"

"Yeah..I um, think so" Jack noticed the similarities in Dave's ways and the way Spot was this morning an hoped there was a connection "Do you know what happaned to him??"

Dave stomped his foot in frustration "I missed him! Gosh. I had better see him before my recital, what do you mean what happaned to him? He's not hurt is he? Or dirty, please don't say he's dirty!"

"Davey what are you talkin bout?"

"He borrowed my shoes last night and haven't returned them! I have to have them for the recital tonight! If he ruined them I'll soak him! I don't care if he Is Spot Conlon!" David was throwing air punches imagining what he'd do to anyone that messed up his precious high heels. Dave looked at Jack an stopped, his face turning serious "You Are comin to my recital aren't ya Jack?"
Jack looked around nervously, he needed a good excuse to not watch Davey make a fool of himself in a ballet recital. "um, I dunno Davey I.."
"What?!" Davey interrupted before Jack had a chance to finish "you have to come Jack! No excuses, I've been workin so long for my gracefulness and I think I got it now" Davey began fluttering down the street but bumped into someone an fell down, he got up apoligizing to the victim "did I look graceful?" He asked Jack eagerly.

"Sure Davey, very..graceful..."

Davey smiled "all my life, all I ever wanted was to be a perfect ballerina" his head was in the clouds imagining who knows what when Jack hit his back.
"come on, wese gotta get sellin 'fore the crowds go away"

                                                                                        ~*~

Jack was thinkin bout Spot while hawkin the headlines. He wasn't havin much luck, he couldn't concentrate on the headlines very well. "Children becoming obssessed with an imaginary fat, flying old man!" he called out, he didn't like that headline much, afraid it would get him lumps of coal in his stocking around christmas time, so he moved on to the next page. "Mayor lit Human Torch!" he yelled among the crowds "Watched him burn all night!" He thanked many buyers and made a note to go see the mintaure staue of liberty the mayor had built, with a real fire for its torch.

Jack sat down next to a brick building and thought long and hard about Spot he finally concluded- his friend had gone bonkers. He decided he'd better head off to Brooklyn to see if he could help. He spotted Dave scaring off some people while demonstrating some ballet move and ran up to him. "Hey Davey, I's gonna head off ta Brooklyn to see about Spot, tell Blink I might not be able ta make it to da show tanight, k?"

"Sure Jack, oh an ask him bout my shoes!"

Jack nodded an headed for Brooklyn.

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Jack continued thinkin of what the cause could have been for Spot's problem. He really hoped David's..condition, wasn't contagious. But that wouldn't make much since, since Spot rarely hung out with Davey, actually Spot really din't really like Dave now that he thought about it. He also realized that if it was in fact contagious, he woulda caught it by now, an that would be a complete diasater, he's very clumsy in high heels, and he doesn't think he has the legs for short skirts.

He arrived in Brooklyn an headed towards the docks, since that's where the Brooklyn Newsies usually hung out. Right before he arrived, Splitz- one of Spot's closest friends- ran up to Jack. "Cowboy! Ya gotta help us, Spot's gone nuts and if he isn't fixed by tanight Brooklyn's done for!"

"Yeah I saw him this mornin, wheah is he?"

"He's, um, well he's back at the lodgin house..painting his nails"

"Let's go, I'll see what I can do" They headed towards the lodgin house while Splitz explained his condition.

"We tried everything! We talked to him, insulted him, even punched him, but with no result- well cept his cryin" Splitz lowered his head thinking of the scary image of Spot cryin.

"Ya punched Spot?" Jack was suprised, not even he would have the courage ta do that, even when he was in this condition.

"Yeah, we had to draw straws ta do it, no one would volunteer, but he didn't fight back, he just..sobbed" Splitz shook his head worriedly.

They walked in the lodgin house and Splitz pointed to the washroom. Jack slowely made his way over there, not wanting to see Spot like this. Sure enough, there was Spot- doing his toe nails with a pretty bright pink polish. He was now wearing a yellow dress and wearing dark blue eyeshadow and bright pink lipstick. Jack was starting to wonder where he got his outfits.
Splitz walked up behind him, looking at Spot sadly "canya try ta get 'im back Jack? Some guys from Queen's are comin ova heah tanight, we challanged them, we can beat them easily with Spot- heck half the guys from Queens wont even fight when they know Spot'll be there, but witout him, wese dead, ya know?"

"I'll see what I can do Splitz" Jack headed over to Spot an sat down next to him.

"Hey Jacky-boy! Nice ta se yas- hey can I ask ya somethin?"

"Sure Spot"

"Should I go with the poiple polish or pink? I poisonally like da pink, but da poiple looks betta wit me eye shadow ya know an.."

Jack couldn't take this "Spot!" Spot looked up at him.

"Yeah Jacky-boy?"

Jack could hardly think of what ta say. "Spot..look at yourself! Look in the mirror!" Spot glanced into the mirror in front of him.

"oh you so right Jack! I Knew I shoulda used darker lip stick, it just doesn't go with my hair." Jack sighed and put his face in his hands thinking.

Jack looked at Spot an did the first thing that came to mind, regardless of what Splitz said- he socked Spot right in the jaw and stood up, expectin Spot ta soak him now.

Instead, Spot started sobbing "why Jacky-boy? Why?" he continued sobbing as Jack banged his head against the wall in frustration. Then Jack got another idea.

"Spot lissen" Spot kept cryin. "no...quit sobbing" Jack looked up waiting for Spot to finish. Finally Spot looked up at Jack with teary eyes. "Spot, your the leader of the Brooklyn Newsies, do you know that?"

"a' coise I know dat Jacky-boy althought I don't undystand how the place got so dirty" he said looking around.

"Spot! Your a tough, fearless, and feared leader, you fight and get all the goils, you Don't wear dresses and dangly earings and high heels, and you especially don't cry!"

"Jack?" Spot said saddly "are you tryin ta tell me ya don't like my shoes?"
Jack just looked at him sadly, got up and left the room.

                                                                                       ~*~

Splitz ran up to Jack "didya fix 'im??" he asked eagerly. Jack's expression had the answer.

"I tried everything, he's..he's gone" Jack said sadly. "lissen, I'll see if Manhattan can help ya'all out tanight with Queens, I'se no Spot Conlon but ya know strength in numbers an all"

"Thanks Cowboy"

                                                                                      ~*~

Jack walked back to Manhattan, he knew the guys wouldn't like having to fight for Brooklyn, even if they are close friends Manhattan didn't like how Brooklyn was run. Too much fighting they thought, and they wont like having to fight off a challange Spot made himself.
Jack just hoped Spot would get well before evening came.

But back in Brooklyn time was passing fast without any progress. They even had Davey talk to him, since he came over there to pick up his shoes and he might be able to understand him. But they ended up exchanging recipes and beauty tips.

Jack explained the situation to his newsies and they all agreed they had to help their friends and headed off for Brooklyn.

                                                                                    ~*~

Over in Brooklyn, unfourtantly the guys from Queens arrived much ealier than expected. Before anyone was warned, Scotch- the Queen's leader- burst into the lodgin house, followed by his guys. He saw Spot an walked towards him, but stopped suddenly as soon as he got a good look at him.

Spot had changed into a beautiful pink evening gown an had curled his hair. When Spot saw him he smiled "Oh my! I wasn't expctin visitas" he began pickin some things up "the place is a dreadful mess!"

Scotch was speechless.
He looked around at the other newsies for clues of what was happeneing, they all seemed to be avoiding his gaze. He became angry suddenly and grabbed Spot by the front of his dress. "Lissen Conlon, if this is some kinda sick trick, give it up! Youse not gettin outa dis fight!" The Brooklyn newsies looked away, expectin Spot to cry again, but instead he smiled.

"Youse so cute when yas mad Scotch" he said, leaned close, and kissed him right on the lips.

                                                                                 ~*~

The Manhattan Newsies were about to enter the Brooklyn Lodgin House when a stampede of Queens newsies ran out hysterical and screaming, drenched in water. They also notced that each of them was wearing make-up and their hair was done up. Manhattan looked at eachother and ran in all at once.

Spot was holding one of his high heels and laughing uncontrollably with the others.

Splitz ran up to them. "Hey Cowboy! Looks like we din't need your help afta all!" Splitz noticed their confused looks and decided to explain."Spot came out of his trance thingy when he kissed Scotch" Jack's eyes went wide, he was very happy he wasn't here for that "and ya think Spot's dangerous normally, imagine what a guy can do with a high heel and make-up" Jack wasn't really sure he knew what, but nodded his head understanding what happened." After each of them was knocked out we decided to have some fun. That's how they ended up wit the make-up, then we threw water over them ta wake 'em up and when they saw themselves in the mirror they ran out screaming, it was really entertaining"

"So Spot's noimal again?"

"Yeah, we think so, he seems ta be, an he seemed to have no idea howta put make up on the guys corectly, so yeah, I think he's k."

Since Manhattan was all there they decided to have a party to celebrate their victory. They were all havin a good time when Spot entered with popcorn balls an said in a high pitched voice "I made all you strong men some popcorn balls after your fight wit those big bad boys" they all looked at Spot horrified.

Then Spot grinned "Kidding!" The guys sighed and grabbed the popcorn balls to throw at him.