Alexander Hamilton woke up from his slumber in the streets of New York City.

That's odd!

Well he thought it was New York. It was a dump! And everyone was wearing appalling clothing.

Dusting off his apparel he decided to ask a man in a blue shirt where he was.

"Hello sir, if you would be so kind, could you tell me where I am?" Alexander asked.

"The man simply looked him up and down confused and asked " Hey mister, what's up with the fancy Shmancy clothes? It ain't 1776!" With a thick accent.

" Um.. well it's 1790 sir, wait what's your name?" Alexander awnsered very confused.

"Har har, funny joke! It's 1899." He responded. "Anyway, name's Jack Kelly." Jack awnsered.

"Well Jack, I assure you it is 1790, my name is Alexander Hamilton, the Secretary Of Treasury." Alexander Hamilton."

"Well golly, its so great to meet your mr. time traveling founding father!" Jack said sarcastically. He pulled out a newspaper out of his pocket and held it in front of his face. " July 18th, 1899! Trolley strike goes on 3rd week!"

Alexander was appalled. "Ok nope, this is not happening! I can't be here! I have to get back! You have to help me!"

"Aw shit, you are him! Ok dude I don't know how to help you but you can tag along with me." Jack exclaimed.

"Ok, ok that works!... but I have some questions. What the heck is a trolley, and what are you wearing."

"First of all, a trolley is a moving cart that takes you places. And second of all these are very nice clothes for my standards. Ok makeover time for you! Crutchie come help me over here!"

The guy, Crutchie, standing next to him with a limp dragged him to a back alley.

They gave him the appropriate clothes for a newsie to wear since it's what they had.

"Now, now we're Newsies! We deliver the papes for the post! If anyone asks you are Alex not Alexander." Crutchie exclaimed.

"Ok I can do that. Wait the Post, as in The New York Post?" Alex asked.

"Yah"Jack awnsered.

"That's my paper!" Alex exclaimed.

"Oh yah! Your the bloke who founded it, right?" Jack stated. "Well let's get you ready for your first day as a newsie!"

The Newsies gathered at the gate to look at the headline. "This is what determines if we make any money today" Jack explained.

Newsies Price Goes up From 50 cents to 60

All the Newsies let out outraged shouts.

"We're already breaking our backs to live here on the streets!" Jack yelled.

"We're gonna have to sell ten more papes to make the same!" Crutchie wined.

"Ok this is not ok! This is my paper! They can't do this! These boys have rights as Americans and already work hard enough" Alex angrily ranted. He continued to make a quite vulgar argument ( I have no idea how to make a speech cause I'm not smart like that). All the Newsies looked at him in awe.

Jack quickly grabbed him to the side. "Hey Alex in this time no one can know about this whole founding father thing because they'll think your crazy! Nice speech though."

Alex still looked outraged but was calming down "My god, Betsey is right! I do make an argument out of everything" he said with a smile on his face.

Sudenly the smile disappeared though " oh my Eliza! What am I to do! She must be so worried!" He exclaimed.

Jack shook his head with a smile "It will be ok man, just promise me one thing?"

"Yes" Alex inquired.

"If you ever meet a Mrs. Maria Reynolds shut the door in her face and begone. Trust me, you will thank me later." Jack ranted.

"That is an odd request but I will heed your warning." Alex replied.

Alex and Jack went through the news line to collect their papers and the Newsies circled up.

"What are we gonna do!" Spot exclaimed.

"We're gonna strike that's what we're gonna do!" Jack replied.

After brief conversation the boys decided their strike would take place the next day. They even had a reporter Kathrine Plumber to make their story.

While Alex desperately wanted to go home he was really excited about the strike, and maybe it wouldn't be terrible if he was here tomorrow.