Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, Teddy Roosevelt. You ever heard of him?
Get him inside.
Where are the tiddies!!!!! We want them now!
♫ All I need's a few more dollars ♪
with more money in your pockets than you could earn in... three lifetimes.
Well, I guess I can't be something I ain't.
We'll steal Hearst's man. Offer him double.
But you never had the guts to put 'em across yourself.
- ♫ It's a fine life carrying the banner ♪ - ♫ You've got 'em, Cowboy ♪
HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU TITTY!
whether I stay or go matter to anybody.
I'm with "The New York Sun." I'm Bryan Denton.
I was in a war!
So we've been talkin' to other newsies all around the city.
Oh, Jack! Jack, it's a trick!
- That'll move things along considerably. - Your Honor, I object.
[CHEERING]
We'll get a new headline writer, sir.
Never, d'ya hear?
Ah, you gonna be requiring anything else this evening?
Just the newsies, sir. I'll go have them quieted.
♫ And the old will fall and the young stand tall ♪
- "Velcome," gentlemen. - Medda also owns the joint.
WE'LL MAKE OUR OWN PAPER
♫ Boy, ain't nature fascinatin' ♪
♫ In Santa Fe ♪
[CHEERING]
So when's the others comin', kid?
We're gonna need the newsies to circulate.
- Ya fink! - Let me get my hands dirty.
If it's not in the papers, it never happened.
Sarah.
All right, yeah!
I'm comin'.
- Never! - Get outta here! Off with him.
- 20 papes, please. - Next.
♫ Santa Fe ♪♪
Hey, hey, big time.
DAVID: I'll get the knife.
I must have you scared pretty bad, old man.
Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!
♫ Well who said you needed one ♪
Can I get you anything else, Mr. Snyder?
RACETRACK: They can do whatever they want, it's their stinkin'paper.
- That's right. Hey, fellas. - Look at that angel.
- So why the jack up, Weasel? - Why not?
- Where'd you get them clothes? - Mr. Pulitzer picked them.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Hey, Denton, I guess we made all the papes this time.
Escaped criminal?
♫ Fate just crowned me I'm the king of New York ♪
JACK: It ain't about the money, Dave.
"Trolley Strike Drags On...
Are we gonna take what they give us or are we gonna strike?
You don't know Hearst like I do.
- Carryin' the banner. - Carryin' the banner.
Oh boy, how?
- Uh, Officer, may I, please? - Sure, kid.
Terrified flight from inferno!
Go on, tell him.
If Joe gives in to nobodies like us,
And all the others. After all, you're their leader.
Oh, Kelly!
Carryin' the banner!
Hey, cheese it!
[SHOUTING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
This is my pal, David,
♫ I put on my best and I stick out my chest ♪
♫ And our ranks will grow and our ranks will grow ♪
♫And our ranks will grow and grow and grow and so ♪
Besides, I got family here.
we bust their heads like the trolley workers.
- Hey, hey, hey. - [MUMBLING]
"Baby Born With Three Heads!"
[GROUP SHOUTING]
Hiya, boys.
It's nice of Mr. Pulitzer to let us use his press.
Everybody, what are ya doin'?
- Gonna be another late one. - Yes, I know.
All right!
♫ We improves our circulation ♪
So with my experience and their hard work,
The city's at a standstill and they all blame the chief.
The ink is wet. The presses are rollin'!
- If he's the best, then how come he needs me? - Oooh!
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
your circulation has been down 70%.
We gotta get word out to all the newsies in New York.
[WHINNYING]
There's not supposed to be much place left for that to go... There's not supposed to be much place left for that to go...
This is going to heal. They'll give me back my job.
How do I know you punks won't run the first time some goon comes at you?
♫ Like I'm gonna live forever ♪
We've been waiting dinner for you. Where have you been?
- ♫ Darling ♪ - ♫ Something to wake me up ♪
[CHEERING]
"Dese" is for the newsies.
♫ I get better stories from the copper on the beat ♪
Go tell him, Jack!
- David. - David, as in David and Goliath?
- Of course, you know Mr. Hearst. - Of course.