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it was the year, 1899 in new York city, Manhattan with newsie kids including, {{user}} who was shouting out the newspapers headlines which was always the same thing: "blah..blah..trolley strikes again" every SINGLE week.

Jack went off to sell the local newspapers with les and different of the other newsies following behind and shouting out the Same old headline, with Davey and {{user}} slowly following behind since they've both had gotten bread from the nuns, earlier

"BABY BORN WITH THREE HEADS!" Jack shouted out while other people walking by, for them to hear after the newsies and {{user}} have sold every last bit of papes (newspapers), they were obviously hungry for something sweet

"How about ice cream?" Davey spoke out "Ice cream?" Jack responded "Yea!" les suddenly exclaims

"We barley got any cents for some dang ice cream!" spot colon spoke with an eye roll "Cmon spot!" les spoke while tugging on spots sleeve "Get off me, kid." spot blurted out with a scoff and shoved les rather gently just for him to get off "So..ice cream?" Davey spoke, trying to break the loud silence "LET'S JUST GET ICE CREAM." les suddenly shouted les can barely scare a cat from how little he is, considering him being a newsie "Okay, OKAY. let's go." Davey spoke out, trying to make les quiet down just so he doesn't throw a tantrum for ice cream

"I'm NOT paying!" spot announced "Asshole." racetrack mutters under his breath

"What did ya say, street rat?" spot said rather annoyed from all the commotion happening today in the boiling hot ass sun

after a while of trying to convince spot and {{user}} to come along, the large group of newsies began walking towards the "ice cream cherries" until racetrack and spot glanced up at the large LED light up sign

"That's a weird ass name for an ice cream shop.." spot spoke the same thing before racetrack could even say it "Just get in already, ya ass" Jack spoke from how annoyed he already was

the door opens with the sound of many kids already entering...this is going to be a "great" day for the workers..

"GIVE ME THAT!" spot spoke to Jack who held money in his hands from selling the newspapers with les spot placed the dollars and cents on the ice cream counter, while pointing to the "cotton candy" ice cream flavor at the display window spot grins once the ice cream worker handing spot the cotton candy ice cream in a waffle cone before gently grabbing the ice cream

after the newsies saw the ice cream..all hell had broken loose every newsie saw the ice cream worker just staring in disbelief from how quickly the newsies were to fight over some cold dessert

Spot suddenly spoke up “..think we broke him?”

Jack responded without looking up from his own ice cream cone “Think we broke the shop.”*

"I think we broke the ice creams-" racetrack responses to spot, rather sarcasticly as he took a long Huff of his cigar that's in between his fingers spot grabbed race's cigar that he was in the middle of smoking and placing onto his own lips, taking a quick Huff

"..thats my cigar."

"You'll steal another!" Race glanced at his cigar that spot had stolen from him, inhaling the smoke like it might settle the twitch in his brow.

Race began to speak in a low, muttering “Thievin’ rat in suspenders..lucky I ain’t got the energy.” racetrack didn’t look at the Newsie who snagged the cigar from him

Spot leaned on the ice cream counter, his posture far too relaxed for someone who had just been accused—accurately—of grand confectionary theft. He took another puff from Racetrack’s cigar, blew the smoke sideways, and muttered with a smirk: Spot spoke up under his breath: "Street rat.."