Newsies One Shots

Bad Baking

Modern AU

"THE OVEN IS ON FIRE!" Sniper shouted at the top of his lungs for the whole city to hear as everyone else ran into the kitchen as the smoke detectors beeped loudly.

"THANKS A LOT CAPTAIN OBVIOUS!" Feister replied sarcastically as the thick black smoke seeped through the cracks of the oven door.

"THIS IS NO TIME FOR YOUR SARCASM!" Sniper yelled back

"IS NOBODY WORRIED THAT THERE'S STILL A FIRE IN THE OVEN?!" Brooklyn asked loudly while the boys stood there and did nothing to stop the oven fire, or smoke detectors from beeping loudly to the point she felt a ringing in her ear as it pounded in her head like a drum.

"WELL WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE WE DO MISS SMARTY PANTS?!" Race yelled back while throwing his arms into the air as he started to panic a bit. Since Jack was out helping Katherine with something, he was in charge until Jack's return. "USE THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER IDIOT!" everyone yelled at Race, who went to grab the fire extinguisher from under the sink cabinet. Sniper stepped back from the oven while Specs and Finch tried to turn off the smoke detector as everyone else went to open the windows or wave the smoke away.

Race turned off the heat before opening the oven door. A thick black cloud of smoke escaped. Race took a deep breath, but ended up coughing from the smoke he breathed in. Anyway, Race pointed the hose into the oven, tightly closed his eyes, looked away and started to - *record scratch, freeze frame to Race putting the oven fire out* "Yup, that's me you're reading bout. You all must be askin' yourself, "what in the world did you do now Racetrack Higgins?!" said with a sigh and facepalm, if I had to guess. Anyways, I'll tell you what "in the world did you do now". Well, you see -"

*Crystal steps in*. "Race, sweetie, as lovely as your narration is going and while it's nice to have a break from writing, how about I tell the story. You always get side tracked, or stretch the story just by a lot to the point it's unbelievable. Plus, you've got a fire to put out."

"But my story is way more interesting!" *glares at Race* "UGH, fine. While I'm puttin' this fire out, that isn't my fault FYI! You tell the story."

"I'll let the readers decide that."

FLASHBACK TO THAT MORNING

"Ok boys, and ladies," Race said as he clapped his hands together. "While Jack is out helpin' Kath with somethin' stupid. There's no school, and since the cable ain't workin' thanks to the snow storm, I hear by declare the the newsies of Lower Manhattan become the bakers of Lower Manhattan!" silence. "Oh c'mon fellas!" the blonde exclaimed. "It's a good idea!"

"Ya mean like that time you stepped on a banana peel just to see if you'd actually trip and fall?" Romeo asked.

"What'd bout that time you set the microwave on fire?" Buttons replied.

"Don't forget bout the time you got stuck in the claw machine," Albert said in an obvious tone.

"Wait?" Brooklyn asked making the boys look at her. "All that happened?" she practically yelled.

"And much more Freckles," Feister replied casually while crossing her arms. "We keep a list. And it's honestly surprisin' that Race hasn't killed us, or himself yet from all the stupid things he's done in his short seventeen years on this planet."

"I'm standin' right here!" Race exclaimed while throwing his arms in the air. Ok, so what he's done a few things in life that weren't the best choice ever made. It wasn't his fault all those things happened. It was more like terrible timing for him. But of course, that never stopped Race from doing...whatever whenever.