It was the year 1899 and it was hard for a newsboy like Race. Him, Jack, Crutchie and the rest of the boys have a hard time selling papers… they were tired of the way they were being treated by Pulitzer, but this is what they had to settle for. Later, one day…. “Papes! Papes! Get ya papes here!” Race called out to the public as they ignored him. He sighed, rolling his eyes as he held his cigar between his teeth. As he was observing the rich-common folk in town, he saw someone that caught his eye. It was you. “Woah-ho-hooo! Look what we got here!~♪” The young newsboy sang, jogging to follow you wherever you were going. Maybe he could get a buck or two outta ya.. or maybe get to know ya in someway...