(Warning: blood and cutting mentioned)
[A little later, early dawn at the circulation gate. The pink fogs of sunrise hang in the air. The pups are there early, even before Wiesel, antsy about the strike taking place.]
DAVID (Looking around at the lack of pupsies nervously)
Is anyone else comin'?
JACK
I got no clue.
RACE (Dropping his stick)
Hey, well, you seen Spot Chewlon, right? Well, what'd he say?
JACK
Yeah, sure, we seen him.
DAVID
Him and about twenty of his gang.
LES
And them Barklyn dogs is big.
JACK
And I gotta say, Spot was very impressed. Wasn't he?
DAVID
I'd say.
RACE (His tail starting to waggle a little)
Alright, so, they're with us?
DAVID
That all depends on how you look at it. If you look and see Barklyn, then they're with us.
JACK
Yeah, they wanted proof we weren't gonna fold at the first sign of trouble.
FINCH
Are we?
JACK
We are not! No! There's us, there's Hamlem...
MUSH
Well, not so fast, boss. Hamlem wants to know what Barklyn's gonna do.
JACK
What about Queens?
SPECS
Queens will be right here, backing us up.
JACK (Shocked)
Are you serious?
[The pupsies get excited.]
SPECS
As soon as we get the nod from Barklyn.
RACE (Disappointed)
I got the same fish-eye in Midtown.
MORRIS DELANCEY (Walking to the gate, talking loudly)
Say, Oscar, it looks like we got bum information about a strike happenin' here today. Not that I'm complainin'. I know my dog bustin' paw could use a day of rest.
LES (Nervously)
Are we doing the right thing?
DAVID (Comforting Les)
Sure we are.
RACE (Anxiously)
Hey, maybe we should put this off for a few days.
DAVID
No, we cannot just put this off- [He goes to Jack.] Jack, they are not.... Say somethin'. Tell 'em if we back off now, they will never listen to us again!
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Pupsies - a Pawtastic New Musical
Hayran Kurgu(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...
