[Pawlitzer's office. Still lush, but no longer tranquil, dogs are running around and panicking as they try to answer all the talky boxes.]
HANNAH (Overlapping with Bunsen, both panting)
I'm sorry, Mr. Pawlitzer will have to call you back. (Mr. Pawlitzer's office?)
No, he's very busy. (He'll have to call you back, I'm sorry.)
He can't talk. He'll call you back. (Mr. Pawlitzer's office? No he can't take your call, I'm sorry.)
I'm sorry. Mr. Pawlitzer's simply not available to take your call right now. (You'll have to-- Mr. Pawlitzer's-- Well, I'm sorry! I am...)
PAWLITZER (Barking)
Silence those boxes!
BUNSEN (Panting)
The entire city is... [One of the talky boxes fall down, breaking.] Sorry. The entire city is shut down. No one is working anywhere and everyone is blaming you!
HANNAH
They're all calling. The mayor, the publishers, the manufacturers. And such language.
[Jack Belly sprints through the door, like the king of Bark York. Chased by Seitz and grinning ear to ear. Davey and Spot Conlon follow close behind.]
SEITZ (Barking)
You can't just barge in here!
JACK
Mornin', dogs!
PAWLITZER (Displeased looking at Jack, sitting in his teacup.)
You're behind this. We had a deal.
JACK (Grinning)
Never said I was actually gonna go through with it. And thank you for your lesson on the powers of the press.
SEITZ (Dropping a paper by Pawlitzer)
Did you read this, boss? [He reads the paper.] These pups put out a pretty good paper. Very convincing.
PAWLITZER (Looking at the paper)
No doubt written by my daughter.
JACK (Sitting in one of the dog beds)
Oh, I would sign her before somebody else grabs her.
PAWLITZER
I demand to know who defied my ban on printing strike material.
JACK
No, we're your loyal employees. We would never take our business elsewhere.
SEITZ (Realizing)
That old printing press in the cellar.
HANNAH
Oh...
PAWLITZER (Coldly)
I made you the offer of a lifetime. Anyone who does not act in his own self-interest is a fool.
DAVID
What's that make you? [Pawlitzer looks at Davey.] This all began because you wanted to sell more papers. But now your circulation is down double the amount it was before the strike. Why didn't you just come talk to us?
JACK
'Cause dogs like Joe don't talk to pups like us. But a very wise reporter told me, "just cause you're the leader doesn't mean you need to have an idea or answer to everything." Nah. Instead you'll have others that can help you find the right one.
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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...
