Welp. Here it is, you finally get to see Feister get her revenge on the nightmare twins. In case you need a recap basically Race and Albert signed Feister up for a beauty pageant last year. By the end of it all she swore they were going to get the payback of their lives next year. If you want to take a look at that one shot it's called "Pranks and Pageants". I don't own Newsies (or anything else that is mentioned throughout the story), only OCs. Hope you enjoy!

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Modern AU 

"IF YOU LIKE TO TALK TO TOMATOES!" - was what caused Specs and Elmer to fall out of their top bunks and onto the floor with a thud. Albert rolled over to the other side of the bed, slammed the pillow over his head and pulled up the covers.

"JJJAAAACCCKKK!" Race whined, knowing just what this was about. "Lemme sleep!" the blonde boy groaned while smashing the pillow over his head. "I ain't in the mood to talk to a tomato, and I'm sure as hell ain't smilin' to a stupid squash! And there's less of a chance of me walzin' with a flippin' potato!" since Race isn't the biggest fan of veggies, Jack has taken extreme measures to get Race to eat healthy. Which included switching a meat patty to a veggie one, and making healthy smoothies. But of course, Race figured out his food was being swapped within a week. So now Jack went as far as to even playing the VeggieTales theme song to wake him up boy up! Long story short.

"Ya do know a tomato is actually a fruit, right?" Specs asked while sitting up while looking at Race and Jack. "So, there's really no reason for a tomato to be in a show called, ''VeggieTales.''

"The real question is why don't we put tomatoes in a fruit salad?" Elmer asked as he sat up straight.

"I hate you all," Albert mumbled from under the covers.

"We know that Specs," Jack said. "Elmer, quit bein' stupid. Tomatos would be gross with it's fellow fruity friends. And yes Al, I can feel the love you're sending from that blanket burrito." to Race, Jack said, "Oh, this is an April fools prank ya bummer!" Jack replied loudly, making the other three boys in the room groan loudly. "And secondly, eat your flippin' veggies already! You'll gonna get lots of diseases comin' your way if ya don't!"

"Get away you amscray punk! An' Lemme me sleep!" Race replied while shoving Jack away.

"Funny comin' from the guy who is about to get his sorry butt kicked by a tiny raged filled girl that's been plottin' her revenge for a year," Jack replied with a smirk. "Welp. You and the burrito boy enjoy your last few moments of peace before ya get teared to shreds." this prompted both Race and Albert straight out of bed and started to put on their armor for the day. And thus began yet another morning at the Lodge. But this wasn't just any day. It was April Fools, aka Death Day since some of the pranks the boys pull are a little over the top. Safety isn't something that comes to mind when pranks are involved. In other words, Kloppman always stocks up the first-aid kits and brushes up on the "basic first-aid" hand book for this particular day. The morning started out like any other. Loud and hectic. But seeing as this was April Fools...to say the least the mouthwash was blue Gatorade, and the toothpaste turned out to be baking soda mixed with water and food dye. "And this is why I hide my bathroom essentials in my room," Feister laughed while leaning onto the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Laugh it up will ya," Mush replied in an unamused tone as he put some shaving cream into the palm of his hand.

"Why are ya even shavin' for?" Feister asked as she watched Mush. "Your face is like that ugly cat that don't grow no hair."

"Shouldn't you be plannin' your revenge on Race and Albert or somethin'," Mush asked.

Feister tapped her chin as she pretended to think before saying, "Mmm...I'd rather annoy you right now."

"Lucky me," Mush replied sarcastically as he lathered shaving cream onto his face. "Wait a minute...why is this so sticky?" he asked once he realized the shaving cream didn't feel right. In the next moment, Mush soon found out the cream turned out to be the whipped kind. "Alright! Who switched all the bathroom products?" Mush asked as he walked out into the hallway.

"Can I get a cherry on top of that?" Kid Blink snickered.

Feister walked up to Mush and kissed his cheek (which still had whipped cream) before whispering, "April fools sweetie." causing Mush to look at her with a shocked face. "Hey, you're the one who wanted to shave that hairless face," Feister replied with an innocent smirk.

"And this is why on April Fools I don't mind bein' last in line," Buttons said with a little smirk on his face.

Anyways, the morning went on as usual. Mike and Ike switched places for the day of course. They really didn't fool anybody with this prank as usual. Yet, they still did it for no reason.Down in the kitchen, Romeo was careful not to turn the sink on since he remembered what happened last year, while everyone else was wary of the food. You never know what could be inside it. As the breakfast rush began all was fine. Well, besides the eye sore that is Race and Albert.

"Must you wear those ridiculous costumes?" Finch groaned as he watched both Race and Albert eat while wearing football helmets. And it doesn't end there, the two boys were also wearing knee and elbow pads with bubble wrap covering the rest of their arms and legs. Sports padding was covering their chest and shoulders, and to top it all off. A hockey stick for who knows why.

"If ya wanna see us live till tomorrow, then the answer is yes," Race replied before trying to take a bite out of a piece of toast.

"These ridiculous costumes are to protect us from her," Albert added while pointing his fork across the table.

"Me?" Brooklyn asked in a confused tone with wide eyes. Last time she checked it was Feister who was pulling off some big prank, not her! Hell, Brooklyn couldn't even pull a decent prank even if she wanted too! The best idea she can think of is the typical tape on the sink hose, or a ice bucket over the door. And even then, it usually always backed fired on her somehow.

"Oh, no, not you sweetheart. You're an angel," Albert quickly replied when he realized the two girls were sitting right next to each other. "I mean Feisty."

"And don't go actin' all innocent on us Feisty," Race added.

"Please, I've never been innocent a day in my life," Feister replied with a little eye roll. She loved the fact she got Race and Albert all worked up over this prank. It was only a matter of time before everything would fall into place. "Just a little heads up...it'll be so much fun finally gettin' some payback after what you pulled last year," Feister added with a smirk as she leaned across the table. "That just goes to show that the two of ya don't have any brain cells up here," - she tapped the side of her head - "Then again, Race is a dumb blonde and we all know Albert is prone to hitting is head at least five times a day. So...I don't completely blame you two for what ya did, but...now that I really think about it, of course you'd pull somethin' like that and not think about the out come." to say the least, it'll be interesting to see just what Feister pulls seeing as she was taught the art of pranking by the finest trickers the Lodging House holds. That's right, Feister learned just about everything she knows about pranking straight from Race and Albert. And now the student has become the master.

"I-it was Crutchie's idea!" Albert shouted while pointing at Crutchie.

"Yeah...Crutchie is the livin' definition of innocent," Feister replied as she crossed her arms and looked dead into Albert's eyes. "So, both of you better watch your backs cause you won't even sense what I have comin'."

"Mush, can ya call your girl off," Race asked.

"I may not be the brightest in the bunch, but even I'm smart enough not to get in Feisty's way when she's mad," Mush replied.

"You're seriously scared of a girl that's not only younger, but also smaller than you?" Jojo asked with a raised eyebrow. "How does that logic make any sense?!"

"Go back to eatin' your bacon!" Race yelled as he pointed his hockey stick at Jojo.

On another note, the boys continued to pull off all kinds of pranks. Sniper got a pinch me sign on his back thanks to a sneaky Romeo. It took about ten minutes until Sniper was chasing Romeo around the Lodge for pulling that. Brooklyn got squirted in the face with fake flower by Tommy boy, before setting off a typical whoopie cushion.

"Hey Freckles, want some jelly beans?" Buttons asked as he held open a bag of candy to the older girl.

"It isn't the joke kind that tastes like ick, is it?" Brooklyn asked with a raised eyebrow. Everyone knew her weakness was jelly beans. No matter what, if Brooklyn saw jelly beans, she would get some and eat it right then and there. It was also kind of cute to listen to her rant about the different flavors she liked, disliked, and the best combos. Which was the only time she ever got more than a few words out of her mouth.

"Not at all," Buttons replied while shaking the bag up and down. Brooklyn was about to take a few, but decided last second it was best left alone. "Actually, I'm really full from breakfast. But thanks anyways." and with that, she scurried off.

"I already pulled that one on her," Albert said as he patted Buttons on the back. "Long story short, she nearly killed me."

"Please, that girl is as innocent as they come," Buttons replied while shaking his head and took a mouth full of jelly beans. Only to spit it out because they were in fact the joke ones that taste like ick.

"Why eat those horrible jelly beans when I've got fresh cookies?" a voice said, making the two boys turn around to see Feister holding a box of cookies.

"Comin' Henry!" Buttons yelled before quickly running away.

"We don't want your cookies!" Race exclaimed running up to the smaller girl and pointed his hockey stick at her. "For all we know there could be a pop out snake. Or as soon as the box is opened a cream pie to the face!"

"Do you really think I'd go for somethin' so cliche?" Feister asked as she opened the lid of the box to show there was nothing inside. Which of course sent Race and Albert in a mini panic thinking something would pop out. But, when nothing did, they saw there was indeed cookies inside. "And don't worry, I didn't switch 'em or nothin'. It's fresh from the bakery down the street. There's even little cinna-buns, that I know are someone's favorite."

"They're my favorite," Albert "whispered" to Race. "All that sticky sweet goodness in a little tiny-"

"SNAP OUTTA IT!" Race yelled as he bonked Albert on the head to stop him from falling for such an easy trap. "Aren't you forgettin' that we were the ones to teach ya everythin' there is to the art of pranks?" Race asked while throwing his hands in the air. "So do ya really think we're stupid enough to fall for such simple act?"

"Well, it looks like the student has become the mastermind," Feister replied with a smirk. "Hey Jojo you want some fresh baked treats?!" Feister asked as Jojo walked by. "I didn't do anything to 'em. So take your pick."

Jojo gave Feister a skeptical look, as he slowly took a cinna-bun out of the box. He slowly brought it up to his mouth while keeping eye contact with the younger girl. As soon as Jojo took a bite, his face turned into a smile as he asked, "Got any extra icin'?"

"And have Jack kill me for bein' the cause of a sugar high?" Feister asked in shock. "No thank you. Here," she said while shoving the box into Jojo's arms, "You can pass these out since some people -" she glared at Race and Albert - "Wouldn't believe me. Well, this has been fun gentlemen, but I've got to attend to some important business." and with that, Feister walked away.

"You trader!" Race yelled while glaring at Jojo. "How could you side with the enemy?! Did she bribe you with all the bacon you can eat or somethin'?!"

"She didn't bribe me with anythin'!" Jojo yelled back. "Plus, these are really good. Want one?" Jojo asked while offering the box of goods. Albert was about to grab a cinnamon bun, but Race slapped his hand while yelling, "No! We don't want some sweet treat that's most likely has something icky inside it! C'mon Al, our lives are on the line!" and with that, Race dragged Albert away.

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For the rest of the day, Race and Albert were on guard, but so far, Feister hadn't made her move. Not yet anyways, it was only a matter of time before she struck with the mother of pranks to end all pranks. The only problem was waiting it out. At every turn, Race and Albert thought that Feister would strike her revenge. "When will that girl strike us down already?" Albert groaned. The game of cat and mice was starting to get to his head. Why can't she just get it over with already!?

"It's all part of her plan," Race replied while stroking his imaginary beard. "We just have to wait it out. Question is, how much longer will-" before Race could finish, he heard a faint voice quietly sing, "It's a revenge party with your two best friends, it's like a party and revenge is what is like."

This caused the two boys to jump up and suddenly be on guard for what was about to happen. "I think it's comin'.." Race said.

"Yeah think?" Albert asked. "Question is, what is she gonna do?"

"How am I supposed to know?" Race replied. "It'd have to be somethin' that we wouldn't see comin' in a million years. Somethin' that could be right in front of our eyes and we wouldn't even-" Race paused as he started to connect the dots before turning around and yelled, "You're gonna turn on me when I least expect it aren't ch'ya Albert. If that's even your real name."

"What? I ain't turnin' on you Racetrack," Albert stated. Then he suddenly went on guard while saying, "Maybe you're the one who's gonna turn on me. I wouldn't expect anythin' less from a blonde."

"Says the soulless ginger," Race said with a glare in his eyes.

While the two boys were staring each other down, hiding away in a close corner Feister was trying hard not to burst out laughing. Turning Race and Albert against each other wasn't apart of the plan. They did that on their own.

"Just prank 'em already and get it over with fore they actually kill each other," Mush whispered to Feister.

"Now where's the fun in that?" Feister whispered back innocently before going up on her toes and placed a soft kiss on Mush's cheek before leaving.

When April fools came to an end, Feister still hadn't pulled the prank on Race and Albert, who they theorized that pulling a prank on April fools was way too obvious, and that Feister was going to do it when they least expected it. So as time went by, Race and Albert kept their guard up, always careful when they encountered Feister and such. But, by the time late May came around, the newsies had a theory of their own, but didn't dare utter what it was. It was one of those silent secrets. Even Kloppman was in on the little secret. Feister figured out the boys knew, but she trusted them not to spill it. Mostly because she heard something about a betting pool on when Race and Albert would finally figure it out as well.

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Author's note

Wasn't that evil of Feister to make Race and Albert think she was going to pull a prank, only to not do it and send them off into paranoia land. I had WAY too much fun playing with the nightmare twins like that. They're such loveable little goofballs. Did anyone catch that little Mean Girls reference? It's even funnier when you really think about it. I think I enjoyed writing that and the whole swapped shaving cream thing most. The whole Jack playing the VeggieTales theme song to get Race to eat heathy was something Perice Jean came up with. Shout out to her for letting me use that. I hope you enjoyed. Stay safe and heathy out there. I'll see you all soon.