Inappropriate Crossovers

Lumberjack

Jack had been withdrawn lately, and had barely sold a paper all day. It was like he didn't care anymore. "Jack?" David finally asked, concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Just so tired of this." Jack shrugged.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I never wanted to be a newsie anyway," Jack began, and he got that faraway look that meant he was about to discuss his dream. "I wanted to be... a lumberjack!" Jack proclaimed suddenly. "Leaping from tree to tree as we float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia, my best girly by my side. And we'd sing... sing... sing..."

Paul Revere

Race approached the gambler like he always did. "How's it rollin', Mr. Johnson?"

"Nicely, nicely, thank you." Nicely grinned. "Pape, please?"

"On the house," Race answered, handing Nicely a paper. "I don't suppose you... uh..."

Nicely grinned. "You looking for a tip?"

"If you got a tip to give."

"Oh, I'm sure I could think of something..." Nicely considered. "I'm puttin' my money on Paul Revere. He broke his leg a few years back, but it healed and he's faster than ever--unless it rains, his leg acts up."

"Paul Revere, then?"

"Well, or Valentine. He's looking pretty good too..."

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