Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Never fear, Brooklyn is here.
♫ Either we stand or we fall ♪
Snitch. Get up. C'mon, everybody's sleepin'.
♫ You're my chance to break free ♪
So happens I know a guy with a printing press.
Nobody comes through those gates 'til they put the price back where it was.
No one sees Mr. Pulitzer." Real hoity-toity, you know.
BOY: Hey, Crutchy, come on outta there.
[Indistinct]
Case of Jack Kelly. Inciting to riot,
- ♫ Loves you ♪ - ♫ Sure hope the headline's hot ♪
- The gimp? I'll get him for ya. - Yeah, the gimp.
"The Dark Truth: Why Our City Really Fears The Newsies' Strike...
- Thanks for bailing us out. - My pleasure.
They're chirpin' in my ear.
♫ Where does it say you gotta live and die here ♪
Just move it along, Warden Snyder.
[BELL RINGING]
What do you think the Refuge will do to him?
Come here!
- Race, will you spot me two bits? - Here.
Done thinkin' yet?
♫ Ha ♪
Next!
Like you said, I still got things to do.
- Come on, keep running! - You shouldn't have done this, Dave.
Hey, fellas, they're over here.
And probably everywhere else.
- So, Jackie Boy, I've been hearin' things from little birds. - Yeah?
Jack, why don't we go back to my place and divvy up?
♫ Holy cow it's a miracle ♪
Hey, Spot!
Anyway, I came to tell you fellas good-bye.
After him!
- Then you'll be a real cowboy. - Yep.
We Beat Em'!
So what, you get your picture in the papes? What's that get ya?
Fellas, fellas. Blink.
- Nothing, but our man, Denton... - But I think our man, Denton,
Sell the pape! Sell the pape!
60/40 or I forget the whole thing…
Does it scare ya? You're goin'up against the most powerful man in New York City.
Whoo! Check it!
Buy me last pape, lady?
You know, the desert and the sky and the sun.
Very good. That's very good.
[Voices] Yee-haw!
No, it's 19, Weasel. But don't worry about it.
♫ And I'm off to the races again ♪♪
I have the power to see that you stay locked in the Refuge.
Got a problem?
How you doin', Jack?
Go back to the Refuge tonight. Think about it.
It's all bigger.
♫ Neighbor to neighbor ♪
♫ When youse gotta walk ♪
if we don't sell papes, then nobody sells papes.
♫ And I'm off to the races again ♪
- So you liked that? - Oh, I loved that.
- ♫ When I'm at bat strong men crumble ♪ - ♫ Proud yet humble ♪
- No, you should listen! - Shut the window and shut up!
They should see justice in action.
You lied about everything.
20 papes. Next.
♫ And "The World" will know ♪
Listen, Dave's right.
and the mayor, and such awful language.
♫ Pulitzer may own "The World" but he don't own us ♪
One voice that becomes a hundred,
♫ Tell 'em I'm on my way ♪
but a dime a day and a few black eyes?
Pay the clerk. Move it along.
No, thanks.
Is he a newsie or what? Hey, hey, hey.
Get outta here! Go!
No, we're just a bunch of angry kids with no money.
Oh, sure, stay as long as you like.
It ain't lyin'. It's improvin' the truth a little.
Oooh!
You shouldn't be callin' people lousy shrimps, Oscar,
Whoa!
Hiya, Jackie Boy.
♫ That the things we do today will be tomorrow's news ♪
I mean, there's nothin' for me to stay for, is there?
- ♫ And I'm off ♪ - ♫ And I'm off ♪
I never heard of him, honest.
Jack, come on!
Send 'em in, Seitz. Send 'em in.
Jackie Boy's newsies is playin' like they're goin' on strike.
This boy's real name is Francis Sullivan.
♫ Victory front page story ♪
Thank you. Much obliged to you.
Bumlets, Specs, Skittery, take Queens.
How 'bout a crooked politician? Hey stupid that ain't news no more!
David, it's time to come in now.
- We'll play again tomorrow, Cowboy. - That'd be nice.
Move along, boy.
You only work until I go back to the factory.
Chapek and D’Amaro think we’re nothin’. Are we nothin’? NO!
♫ Try Central Park it's guaranteed ♪
- No! Nobody's goin' anywhere! - We gotta eat, Jack!