[Third Person]

Boots laid backwards in his bed, almost falling off. A stream of drool started from his mouth and went down to his chin, a bit of it dripping off onto the floor. He was fast asleep. If only he could sleep longer.

"BOOTS!" Kloppman yelled.

The boy's eyes flew open and when they did, he sighed. He wiped the drool from his mouth and pulled himself up.

"Moh'nin' already?" He climbed out of bed.

Kloppman nodded, immediately going back to waking the other newsboys. They all groaned as they awoke.

"You should be used ta' dis by now, Boots. We's done it fah' yeah's." Henry told him as he climbed off the top bunk.

Boots waved him off. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Ya don't need ta' remind me." He then went to go clean himself off.

Meanwhile, Specs was chasing after Blink, who had stolen his glasses. The boys climbed onto bunks and also jumped across them. A few of the others watched while preparing for work. Specs threw a punch at Blink, who ducked. Instead of punching the teen with his glasses, he accidentally made his fist connect with Bumlets' arm. The other male was applying shaving cream to his face and, when he was punched, accidentally smeared some on Mush.

"Hey!" Mush shouted, wiping the shaving cream off of himself.

He pushed Bumlets into Racetrack and continued doing whatever he was doing. Race had lost his cigar, which caused him to frantically search for it. He didn't even notice the other Newsie had stumbled into him. Bumlets shook his head in amusement and left to get dressed.

Snipeshooter sat on his bunk, Race's cigar hanging out of his mouth. He smirked smugly. Racetrack would be so mad when he found out Snipeshooter had his cigar again. It was the fourth time this week.

"Jack! Jack!" Les ran into the Lodge House. Ever since the strike, he had always went to the Newsies' house in the morning. Davey, of course, followed.

Cowboy, who was trying to stop the chaos, turned to Les. He kneeled down and rubbed his head. "Hey Les, think we's gonna get a good headline ta'day?"

The boy shrugged. "Dunno, but I bet Crutchie does. He's a great guesser!"

Jack chuckled. "How 'bout you go ask him?"

"Okay!"

Les ran off to go talk to Crutchie. Kelly got up, turning to David.

"Dave, you need ta' do somethin' foh' me." Francis stated.

Davey nodded. "Anything."

"Even get all 'da Newsies outta 'da house?"

"Wel-"

"Good, because 'dat's ya' job."

"Wh-"

"Good luck."

Jack jogged out of the Lodge House. David looked at the chaos.

"This will be fun." He huffed.

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It'll get better soon I swear