[Bright lights fill the bridge as Jack, Davey, and Les walk across the Barklyn Bridge in the very early morning; their paws softly echoing around them.]
DAVID (Yawning)
Is this Spot Chewlon really that dangerous?
JACK
Well.... Depends on who you hear from, rumors have been going round about him
LES (Tilting his head)
Like what?
JACK
That he pushed a Queens pupsie over a Barklyn dock, no one knows why or if they's still alive
[Davey and Les look at each other; scared.]
JACK (Stopping at the edge of the bridge)
Here we are pups.
[The trio looks around and sees a huge gang of big, pitbull pups sitting around; deep in conversation.]
JACK
RUFF!
[The gang looks at the trio, they all walk to them. Looking tough.]
HOTSHOT (Face to face with Jack)
What are you doing here Belly?
JACK
We'se got something to tell Spot about.
MYRON (Behind Hotshot)
What is it?
LES (Barking)
It's none of your business!
[The Barklyn Pupsies growl, getting closer to the trio. Davey pulls Les back to him.]
SPOT (From the back of the crowd)
RUFF! What's going on?
[The Barklyn pupsies clear a path to let Spot get to the front. Spot looks at Jack, smirking.]
SPOT
Well, well, well, if ain't Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Coming onto my territory at this hour, with... [He looks at David and Les.] Gold collared pups.
[The Barklyn Pupsies snicker.]
LES
We're not that fancy!
BART (Rolling his eyes)
Says the pup with a fancy hat.
[Jack and Spot walk up to each other, licking each other's noses.]
JACK
Look Spot, I was gonna come last night but.... I got busy
SPOT
Well tell me what it is, Belly. I don't want ya to waste any more of my time.
JACK
My friend here can tell ya about it
[Jack backs away from Spot and pushes Davey closer to Spot; Davey faces the small dog, his legs slightly shaking.]
DAVID (Nervously)
We're going on strike, today.
[The Barklyn pupsies mumble; Spot gets closer to David]
SPOT
Oh is this what it's about, ain't it? [He circles Davey.] I'll heard about this strike enough times to report it. Every borough is coming to me saying, "Spot! Them Doghattan pups are going on strike." [He stops and stares at Davey.] Are you planning to tear the city down like them humans?
DAVID
That's not what we're planning! We want it to be peaceful, no fighting. Just peacefully striking.
SPOT
There's no way you can peacefully strike, it's impossible. Never been done before.
LES
Then we'll be the first!
[Every Barklyn pupsie, even Spot. Looks at Les.]
SPOT (Looking back at David)
Well why do ya need me anyway?
DAVID
Because... It would unite all the city pupsies together, like you said every borough is coming to you, wanting to know what you're going to do. Because you're Spot Chewlon, great and powerful. And If we have you, then everyone would be safe and protected. Then, we'll be unstoppable!
[Spot thinks for a moment.]
SPOT
Listen, even if I was gonna join the lousily strike, how am I going to know you'se stand your ground and not run away like little bunny rabbits?
JACK
We won't run away! We're not scared.
SPOT [Getting closer to Jack]
Really now? Well if you're not scared, then prove it today. Strike and show me that you're serious about this. And if you don't run at the first sign of trouble, then I'll join.
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Pupsies - a Pawtastic New Musical
Fanfiction(Cover by Bug, their links are in the book.) Pupsies, a musical about the poor pups of Bark York trying to make a living off of selling papes to humans. (A parody of Newsies, I do not own newsies or it's characters. This is just something fun i'm do...
