Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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