"Guys, it has arrived. The finale is finally here." Skye announced. "After this, we can finally do requests at the house."

[Singing]
Newsies: And The World will know we been keepin' score. Either they gives us our rights or we give them a war.

"Why do I always like the reprises better than the original song?" Skye asked herself.

[Singing]
Newsies: We've been down too long and we paid our dues and the things we do today will be tomorrow's news. And the die is cast and the torch is passed and the roar will rise from the streets below and our ranks will grow and grow

"Get ready for an influx of 'and grow'. Because there's like 20."

"Skye, what does that mean?"

"You'll see, Tommy Boy."

[Singing]
Newsies: And grow and grow and grow and grow and. . .

"Okay, I was exaggerating. I really thought that there would be more."

Jack: Newsies of New York City. We won!

(The Newsies starting jumping and cheering)

"D-did I just hug the Spot Conlons?" A flabbergasted Tommy Boy asked.

"Apparently." Henry responded.

Tommy Boy had a starstruck look in his eyes.

Jack: And now I would like to introduce my very own personal pal, Governor Theodore Roosevelt himself!

"Jack, we get it, you know Roosevelt. Just please stop bragging about that. It gets annoying after a while." Buttons said while rolling his eyes.

"I mean, Roosevelt's became president, so I guess that's a pretty good thing to brag about."

"What?!" The Newsies turned to look at Skye with wide eyes.

Roosevelt: Each generation must, at the height of its power, step aside and invite the young to share the day. You have laid claim to our world and I believe the future, in your hands, will be bright and prosperous!

The Newsies clap at the speech.

"Of course the future is bright, we have a live action Percy Jackson series going on Disney Plus and Vivziepop is making a Zoophobia cartoon!" Skye said excitedly.

Roosevelt: Your drawing, son, brought another matter to bear. Officers! If you please.

(There was a whistle blow as someone came onstage)

Race: Hey, Jack, look. It's Crutchie!

"Yay, I'm back!" Crutchie said with a grin.

Crutchie: Hiya, fellas! You miss me?

"A bit."

"Jack, stop lying. You did not miss me 'a bit'."

All: Yeah!

Crutchie: Oh! And look what I got for youse, a gift. Straight from the Refuge.

"I left a box of cigars there a while back. Did you get that?"

"No? You were in the Refuge, Race?"

"Before you came to the lodge, yeah."

Crutchie: All right, bring him in, fellas.

(Snyder comes out apprehended by the police)

The Newsies started to cheer at the screen.

"This is my favorite part in the musical!" Jojo says.

Race: Oh, it's Snyder the Spider.

Mike: Oh, he ain't lookin' so tough no more.

Roosevelt: Jack, with those drawings, you've made an eloquent argument for shutting down the Refuge. Be assured that Mr. Snyder's abuses will be fully investigated.

"Jack, it's all your fault we have those political cartoons that Boomers make. Thank you so much." Skye said sarcastically.

"What's a Boomer?" He asked.

Roosevelt: Officers, take him away!

Crutchie: Oh. Please, your Highness, may I do the honors?

"Your highness?"

"Well, what would you have called him, Romeo?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe sir?"

Snyder: You have got to be joking.

Crutchie: Oh, yeah, and you'll be laughin' all the way to the pen, little man. So long, sucker!

(Crutchie pushes Snyder away with his crutch)

The Newsies "Oooooh'd" around him.

Skye pointed to the fourth wall. "Stop writing Crutchie as an 'UwU bby boi' character. That's not his entire personality."

Jack: Thank you, Governor.

Pulitzer: I couldn't help thinking, if one of your drawings convinced the governor to shut down the Refuge, what might a daily political cartoon do to expose the dealings in our own government's back rooms?

"Oh Jack, I am so sorry."

"Why do you say that, Skye?"

"You have to draw a daily political cartoon.'

". . . Shit."

Pulitzer: What do you say, Teddy? Care to let the young man's artistry shine a lantern behind your closed doors?

"Shine, shine, shine a light!" Skye sang.

Jack: (stammers) Don't sweat it, Gov. I mean, with the strike settled, I should be hittin' the road.

"When I drive, when I drive, I'm in love, I'm alive! And I forget about everything I hate. When I drive, when I drive-"

"I can reach sixty-five!" Jack sang, interrupting Skye. "I won't pay the law no mind. They'll always be behind. And, man, that just feels great!"

Davey: Don't you ever get tired of singing the same old tune?

"No. Why would you get tired of singing?"

"And there's the Jeremy Jordan side of him." Skye said.

Davey: What's Santa Fe got that New York ain't? Tarantulas?

"Tarantulas are better than rats the size of cats." Jack said.

Katherine: Better yet, what's New York got that Santa Fe ain't?

"Pollution."

"Skye, we're trying to convince him to stay."

"But it's true, Davey!"

Crutchie: New York's got us, and we're family.

Jack turned at ruffled Crutchie's hair.

Pulitzer: Did I not hear something about the strike being settled?

"In a minute!" Katherine yelled back.

Wiesel: Papes for the newsies. Line up, boys. These papes ain't gonna sell themselves.

Medda: Come along, Governor. And show me that backseat I've been hearing so much about.

"Ah, sex jokes. We love sex jokes here."

Les turned to look at Skye. "What's a sex joke."

Skye stood up, walked up to Les, and kneeled in front of him. "Well, you see, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much-"

Davey stood up and dragged Skye away to her original seating.

Katherine: Well, don't just stand there. You've got a union to run.

Jack: (scoffs)

"Race, take over for a day. I'm gonna take a break."

"Fuck you."

Katherine: Besides, didn't someone just offer you a pretty exciting job?

Jack: What? Me work for your father?

"Well, you already work for my father." Katherine said.

Katherine: Well, you already work for my father.

Katherine snapped her fingers at the screen.

Jack: Oh, yeah.

The room lightly chuckles at this line.

Katherine: (chuckles) And you've got one more ace up your sleeve.

Jack: And what would that be?

Katherine: Me. Wherever you go, I'm there. Right by your side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the birth of the nickname." Skye announced dramatically.

Jack: For sure?

Katherine: For sure.

"Still a better love story than Twilight."

"Skye, what's Twilight?"

"Something that you should never watch, Les."

[Singing]
Jack: It don't take much to be a dreamer. All you do is close your eyes, but some made-up world is all you ever see. Now my eyes is finally open and my dreams, they's average size, but they don't much matter if you ain't with me.

(Jack and Katherine kiss)

"My ship!" Skye squeals.

Les: Guys!

(The Newsies start cheering)

"It's like none of you has ever seen anyone kiss before." Jack said.

Race: Whoa!

"I'm gotta admit, I laughed for a solid 3 minutes when I heard that." Skye Confessed.

Newsie: Atta boy, Jack Kelly!

"Who said that? I wanna give them a cookie." Skye asked the fourth wall.

Davey: Well, Jack, are you in or out?

Jack: Come on. I mean, I've been busy, right?

(Jack slams two quarters on the box)

"That is some aggressive coin smashing. Jack, I want you to apologize to the quarters."

"Elmer, what the fuck?" Jack questioned.

Newsies: Yeah!

The Newsies whooped with the musical Newsies.

[Singing]
Newsies: We'll all be out there, carryin' the banner man to man. We're always out there, soakin' ev'ry sucker that we can. Here's the headline: "Newsies on a Mission!" Kill the competition! Sell the next edition! We'll be out there, carryin' the banner. See us out there, carryin' the banner. Always out there, carryin' the banner.

"Jack, how did you do that?" An amazed Splasher asked Jack, gesturing to the cartwheel musical Jack just did.

The leader shrugged. "It's easy."

"Who are you and how did you give Jack the ability to dance?" Skye questioned.

[Singing]
Newsies: Look at me, I'm the King of New York. Suddenly, I'm respectable, staring right at'cha, lousy with stature.

"Now you're tap dancing, what are you?" A surprised Race asked Jack.

[Singing]
Newsies: Glory be, I'm the King of New York. Victory, front page story, guts and glory. I'm the King

(Katherine twirls into Jack's arms and gives him a kiss)

"Okay, but that was smooth." Skye commented.

Katherine blushed slightly and looked proud of herself.

Jack: Whoo!

[Singing]
Newsies: Of New York!

(The song ends and the Newsies strike a pose)

The room explodes into cheers as its occupants let out a round of applause.

"We're finally done! Now we can all do requests back at the house!" Skye cheered.

TBC
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And that's chapter twenty three!

You can request anything, from questions to reactions to special guests, but I do have some limits.

I won't have them react to full musicals, but you can request songs from musicals

Also, I might not do your request if I'm not familiar with it.

That's pretty much my limit. I'm so excited to see what you guys suggest!

I will see you all later
- Skye

Written 05/16/2020
Words: 1566