A/N: I changed some of the lyrics in Letter From The Refuge to fit the story better.
It was a new day. Boots, David, Philippa, and Jack were walking on the Brooklyn Bridge.
"I've never been to Brooklyn, have you," David asked.
"I've been once or twice to see family," Philippa answered.
"I spent a month there on night," Boots said.
"Hey! Watch this," Jack said as he and Boots leaned over the side and screamed at the top of their lungs.
"So, is this Spot Conlon really dangerous," David asked.
The boys and Philippa arrived to Brooklyn. There were a lot of tough looking boys.
"Going somewhere, Kelly," a Brooklyn newsie asked as Jack pushed past him and David, Philippa, and Boots followed him.
"Well, if it ain't Jack be nimble, Jack be quick," a Brooklyn newsie said.
"I see you moved up in the world, Spot. Got a river view and everythin'," he said before he and Spot did a spit-shake.
"Heya, Boots. How's it rollin'," Spot asked.
"I got a couple of real good shooters," Boots replied while holding out his hand that had a couple of marbles in it.
Spot took the marbles and took out his sling shot.
"Yeah. So, Jacky-boy. I've been hearin' things from little birds. Things from Harlem, Queens, all over. They been chirpin' in my ear. Jacky-boy's newsies is playin' like they're goin' on strike," Spot said.
"Yeah, well we are," Jack said.
"We're not playing. We are going on strike," David said.
"Oh yeah? Yeah? What is this, Jacky-boy? Some kind of walkin' mouth," Spot asked.
"Yeah, it's a mouth. A mouth with a brain, and if you got half of one, you'll listen to what he's got to say," Philippa answered.
"Jacky-boy. Who's this feisty beauty," Spot asked.
"This is Pip Blythe: Queen of Manhattan. A great writer too. She ain't afraid to soak a guy either," he replied.
"Can you please listen to what Davey has to say, Spot," Philippa asked.
"Fine," Spot answered.
"Well, we started the strike, but we can't do it alone. So, we're talking to newsies all around the city," David said.
"Yeah, so they told me. But what'd they tell you," Spot asked.
"They're waiting to see what Spot Conlon is doing. You're the key. That Spot Conlon is the most respected and famous newsie in all of New York, and probably everywhere else. And if Spot Conlon joins the strike, then they join and we'll be unstoppable. So you gotta join, I mean...well, you gotta," David replied.
"You're right Jacky-boy, brains. But I got brains too, and more than just half a one. How do I know you punks won't run the first time some goon comes at ya with a club? How do I know you got what it takes to win," Spot asked.
"Because I'm tellin' you, Spot," he answered.
"That ain't good enough Jacky-boy. You gotta show me," the short newsie said.
Jack, Philippa, David, and Boots headed back to Newsie Square to find the other newsies waiting for them.
"Jack. So, where's Spot," Racetrack asked.
"He was concerned about us bein' serious. You imagine that," he asked.
"Well, Jack, maybe we ought to ease off a little. Without Spot and the others, there ain't enough of us, Jack," Racetrack replied.
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