Date Posted: September 2000
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Summary:  My attempt at the newbie challenge...
Disclaimer: Early Edition, its character and whatever else are owned by Tristar and CBS. No copyright infringement is intended.
 

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Mr. Gets Tomorrow's Paper Man
by Measer

Grabbing an umbrella, I run down the street in the rain and stop in front the concert hall.  Looking down at the paper, I read the headline on the front page, "DEATH AT CONCERT HALL".  I memorize the details of the story I'm trying to change.  Suddenly I feel something tugging on my red cape.  I look down and see a little boy.

"Mr. Gets Tomorrow's Paper Man?"  The kid asks.

"Yes?"  I ask him.

"Can I have your autograph?"

I look down at my watch.  I'm needed.  "Not right now.... I have to go."

I run into the theater and up to the fifth floor balcony. I see a figure throwing jelly beans into the violin
section.  "HEY YOU, STOP!"

"Ha.  My plan has worked!" A familiar voice says.   He stands up and begins laughing maniacally. Slowly turning around, the first thing I notice is a  miniature pink flamingo in his hands.

"Oh, no! It's my nemesis.... Fake Secret Service Guy!"  I gasp in shock.

"Yes it is I, Fake Secret Service Guy.  I've lured you here to take your paper.  By attempting to kill someone," he says to me.

"What! What could you possibly want with tomorrow's paper!"  I ask.

"You want to know....  I will tell you my plan.  I will go on TV and tell everyone what will happen in the soap operas, ruin 'WONDER WORD' and 'JUMBLE' by giving people the answer before they do the puzzle, and when they go to do the crossword puzzle I will give them the answers...." ranted FSSG.

"I won't let that happen!"  I yell as FSSG, who is still talking. I reach into my tights and pull out the
newspaper, roll it up and..... Whack!!!  I smack FSSG in the head knocking him out.  Afterwards I unroll it and look at the headlines.  The original headline disappears.  Looks like FSSG won't try again today.

Scanning the paper once more, I see nothing else needs my attention.  Leaving FSSG there, I head for the elevators. Getting on I listen to the music... that's weird... it sound like the news.... Meorw!!..... Thump!......
 

I bolt up out my bed and hit the alarm clock.

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The End.

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