My Little Newsies

VII.

Jacobi's Deli, next morning

"Drink up, colts. And don't never say I don't give you nothing," said Mr. Jacobi, "And before you say water is nothing, just ask a fish in the desert."

"Why do old ponies talk?" Finch asked.

"To prove they're still alive," Race replied.

The door to the deli flung open when Katherine entered excitedly, showing the Newsies the newspaper. "Good morning! Would you get a load of the long faces? Can these really be the same colts who made the front page of the Manehattan Sun?"

"Front page of what?" Romeo said.

All of the Newsies excitedly crowded around Katherine and snatch the paper.

"Lemme see!" Race said. He points to his face on the page. "Wouldja look at that! That's me!"

"Front page and you ain't even dead," Jojo remarked.

"Where's me? Where's me?" Romeo asked, waving his hooves.

"Wait 'til my father sees this!" Button said, "I won't be last one in the tub tonight."

Davey turned to Katherine. "Seems like you got us in the paper."

"'Newsies Stop Equestria'" - - - now, there's a headline even Elmer could sell!"

"What else do you got?" asked Specs.

"Mine was the only story that ran. Pulitzer declared a blackout on strike news, so even I'm shut down," Katherine said, "I heard Crutchie was arrested. Did they catch Jack too?"

"The Delanceys seem to have spread a rumour that he ran from the cops," Albert said.

"I've never heard of Jack running from a fight!" Les cried.

"Shut up," Albert said, "I'm only reporting news."

"For  jumping Jack's sake! Can you please stop being serious long enough to drink in the moment?" Race said, "I'm famous!"

"So what?" said Henry, crossing his front hooves.

"Are you stupid? When you're famous, Equestria's your oyster!"

"Your what?" Henry asked.

"Your oyster! Your bucking oyster!" Race said, "You know--- your fancy clam with a pearl inside."

"How much does being famous get you?"

"You don't need money when you're famous! They give you whatever you want!"

"Such as?"

King of New York Lyrics (Pony Version)

Race: A pair of horseshoes with matchin' laces

Romeo: A permanent box at Sheepshead Races...

Henry: Pastrami Rye a a sour pickle

Finch: My personal puss on a wooden nickel

Race: Look at me
I'm the king of Manehattan!
Suddenly
I'm respectable
Starin' right atcha
Lousy with stacha

Albert: Nobbin' with all the muckety-mucks
I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe

Race: And there I be!
Ain't I pretty?

Race, Henry: It's my city
I'm the king of Manehattan!

Jojo: A solid gold watch with a chain to twirl it

Les: My very own bed and an indoor terlet

Mush: A barbershop manecut that costs
25 bits

Davey: A regular beat for the star reporter!

Race: Amscray punk
She's the king of Manehattan

Katherine: Who'd a thunk!
I'm the king of Manehattan!

Newsies: We was sunk
Pale and pitiful

Katherine: Bunch of wet noodles

Katherine, Newsies: Pulitzer's poodles

Les: Almost about to drown in the drink

Buttons: When she fished us out

Race: And drowned us in ink!

Katherine: So let's get drunk!

Newsies: Yeah!

Katherine: Not with liquor
Fame works quicker
When you're king of Manehattan

Newsies: I gotta be either dead or dreamin'
'Cause look at that pape with my face beamin'
Tomorrow they may wrap fish in it
But I was a star for one whole minute!

Katherine, Newsies: Look at me
I'm the king of Manehattan!
Wait and see
This is gonna make
Both the Delanceys
Pee in their pants-ies
Flash pots are shootin' bright as the sun!
I'm one highfaultin' son of a gun!

I guarantee:
Though I crapped out
I ain't tapped out!
I'm the king of

Friends may flee
Let 'em ditch ya
Snap one pict'cha
You're the king of

History!
Front page story
Guts and glory
I'm the king of Manehattan!

* * *

At The Refuge...

Letter From The Refuge Lyrics (Pony Version)

Crutchie (spoken): Dear Jack. Greetings from The Refuge!

(Sung): How are you?
I'm OK
Guess I wasn't much help yesterday
Snyder soaked me real good with my crutch

Oh yeah, Jack, this is Crutchie, by the way

These here guards
They is rude
They say jump, you jump or you're screwed
But the food ain't so bad, 'least so far
'Cause so far they ain't bring us no food
Ha ha
I miss the rooftop

Sleepin' right out in the open
In your penthouse in the sky
There's a cool breeze blowing even in July

Anyway
So guess what?
There's this escape plan I got:
Tie a sheet to the bed, toss the end out the window
Climb down
Then take off like a shot!
Maybe though
Not tonight
I ain't slept and my leg still ain't right
Hey, but Pulitzer, he's going down!
And then, Jack, I was thinkin' we might
Just go
Like you was saying

Where it's clean and green and pretty
With no buildings in your way
Once that train makes - - -

(Another colt kicks Crutchie.)

Crutchie (spoken): Damn this place.

(Sung): I'll be fine
Good as new
But there's something I need you to do
On the rooftop you said
That a family looks out
For each other
So you tell everypony for mr
To protect one another

The end
Your friend...
Your best friend

Your brother...
Crutchie

"You in there!" Snyder barked, "Quiet!"

So Crutchie blew out the candle.