Newsies Road Trip AU (nope, no creative title)

I am bad at descriptive titles just read it

Once the channel was properly adjusted, everyone went their separate ways. Spot and Race predictably found a small clearing ringed by thin, sick-looking trees and did whatever it was that they did when they were alone together; Jack glanced in the direction they had gone and, sighing, went to refill his spray bottle; and Crutchie wandered around the building for a few minutes before finding a rack of brochures. Most of them looked like they had been there a while, collecting dust and slowly losing pages to time. But there was one which stood out:

The Museum Of The American Press, it proclaimed in three-inch letters. Featuring the world's largest collection of 19th-century newspapers. With a tagline like that, it was no wonder that it had been left there to rot, but it might be more interesting than it seemed to want people to think. He pocketed it, then decided to go back outside and check on the others.

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The Jacobsmobile

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"Okay, everyone here?"

Race grunted in his sleep. He was having the most beautiful dream, and he wasn't going to put up with any petty interruptions from reality.

Spot started rummaging around in the pile of bags. The tablet was in there somewhere, he just knew it.

Les felt someone stick their hand into the baggage. There was no way that anyone would invade his kingdom without hearing about it. He raised his head and hissed at Spot, who he had determined was the invader. To his fury, he felt someone tap his head, even here.

"And...seven! We're good to go!" Davey turned back around. "And I already checked in with Les. Honestly, sometimes I don't understand that child." Davey shook his head slightly. "One of these days this whole hiding-in-the-luggage thing is going to cause some kind of trouble, I can feel it."

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Crutchie wandered into the parking lot. He wasn't sure if the others were back yet, but he could always wait in the car if they weren't. He shuffled across the parking lot and abruptly noticed the scratched silver van moving onto the road. He sped up as well as he could, but stumbled.

"Wait for me!" he shouted to the quickly retreating shape.