Newsies! Lost in New York!

"Hey, so can I have Les today?" Racetrack asked as he walked up to Davey one morning as they were in line to buy their papers. 

Davey thought it was an odd question. Why would he leave the most irresponsible person alone with his 10-year-old brother? His parents would kill him if they just knew that much, much less if anything happened to Les.

"Uh... sorry man, I don't think my parents would like that much..." Davey finally answered the most polite way he could. 

Racetrack rolled his eyes.

"How irresponsible do you think I am and besides you've left him with Jack!" Racetrack tried to argue. 

Davey felt bad he had left Les with Jack plenty of times, which was questionable on its own, but it was never for a whole day and Jack was at least more responsible than Racetrack... 

"Look, I could just use some help for one day... I'll bring him back before supper." 

Davey felt like arguing further wouldn't go anywhere and Les was giving him his pleading face.

"Please, please..." Les begged, "spending the day with Racetrack sounds like so much fun!"

Davey knew he couldn't argue anymore, Les would just be complaining all day and have no motivation to sell so he finally gave in.

"Fine, but you meet us back here at around four o'clock and you split fifty-fifty." Davey winced, he knew as soon as he said it, he was making a mistake. 

"And Les if you tell mom, neither me nor her will let you sale anymore papes!" He threatened Les. 

"And Racetrack, if anything happens to him, you'll be like Crutchie over there!"

"What did I do!?" Crutchie laughed as he threw his arms in the air. 

All the newsies laughed, and weasel banged on the counter.

"KEEP IT DOWN OUT THERE, I HAVE A HEADACHE ALREADY!" He screamed, Jack who had already gotten his papes, and was looking through them yelled back.

"Oh sorry wouldn't want to damage that big brain of yours!" Weasel looked ready to strangle Jack if there hadn't been metal bars between them, the newsies just laughed more.

"Look, I'll take care of your brother Davey, don't worry about it, he'll be in safe hands." Racetrack promised. 

It made Davey feel a little bit better, but he still knew he was doing the dumbest thing anyone had ever done.

"And who's hands are those, cause they're certainly not yours." Jack laughed as Davey reached the end of the line, and ordered his papes, which shot any thought of it being a good idea straight out of Davey's head. 

He felt his heart drop down to his gut, and grabbed his papes, and turned around to Jack.

"What if Racetrack just comes with us?" He suggested desperately for any way out of the agreement he had stupidly agreed to. 

Racetrack and Jack scoffed. Davey crossed his arms angrily.

"And whys that such a bad idea?" He asked with anger in his tone. 

He didn't mean to be so rude to his friends, but they had scoffed at his idea without hesitating. 

"Look Davey, three newsies in one area is too many, much less four. we'll all sell more if we separate." Jack answered matter of factly. 

Davey got madder. why is he talking to me like I'm a child!? 

"Davey, I'll watch him it'll be fine." Racetrack promised again, as he grabbed his papers.