Liberty's Kids- Boston Tea Party (Part I)

Moses, Moses, help. Moses, hurry. Not again, James. Free so Moses, help me. This is my last clean shirt. Wow. Match obliged. Doctor Franklin is warned you about standing too close to the press while I'm working on it. Look at yourself. Fantastic. When someone wants to know what's on my shirt, I can sell them a newspaper. We're paid to print the paper. Not wear it. I don't just print the paper. I'm a journalist. You're an apprentice journalist. True, but someday I'm going to get the big story, then doctor Franklin who made me a full fledged journalist. James. A matter. It's from doctor Franklin in London. Give me that Henri. It's a dress to Moses. You look like gin. And you look like someone who's dessert, I'm gonna eat tonight. Lads, drop everything. Sarah Phillips isn't coming to Philadelphia. Good. I never understood why she had to stay here anyway. Fetch your coats, we're going to meet her at the ship. I thought you just said she isn't coming to Philadelphia. She's not. Doctor Franklin says miss Phillips couldn't make passage on the Dover. She's aboard the Dartmouth, and the darkness is heading for Boston. Boston, that's in Massachusetts bay colony. And there's been trouble up there lately. 

We have to hurry. She's all alone. Come on. I hope I'm not putting you out of your way, doctor Franklin. Not at all, lady Phillips. I have an appointment just down the street besides life's a wilderness without Friends. Last night, I had a terrible dream. My Sarah was in danger. Danger in Philadelphia? Let me put your mind at ease. It's a fine city. The second largest in the empire. She'll feel very much at home that he Phillips. That is a relief. I worry about her Ben with major Phillips off scouting new lands in the Ohio territory, Sarah will be all alone. But she won't be alone. She'll be in fine company with my associates Moses James and Henry, Sarah, couldn't be safer if she were still cradled in your own arms. Gentlemen of Boston. The hour has arrived. Gentlemen, you know me as Sam Adams. Neighbor and friend. Hear me now. Parliament continues to treat us with ill will. First, the sugar act raised our taxes. Did we have a say? The answer is name. Then the horrid step act nearly drove us to ruin. And who can forget our brothers, who lost their lives in the Boston massacre. 

Governor Hutchinson insists on collecting parliaments, tea tax. But did we have a vote? No. So, this is Boston. It's smaller than I thought. My joints are aching from these rotten rolls. The axle is bit. It'll have to be repaired before we head back. The ride home will be smoother. Good, otherwise I'd rather walk on. How are we going to find miss Phillips? You don't even know what she looks like. She sailed on the Dartmouth. That's a good place to start. No dogma. Let's barn it. It's time for us to band together as sons of liberty. It's time for us to become patriots. And patriots are men of action. Are you with me? Let's go. Can you not go over and do? Hey, Moses. Indians. James Bond is more Indians. Mohawk with yellow hair? There's a story here. Let's see where they lead us. They're headed for the Dartmouth. We've got to find miss Phillips. 

Fast. You get miss Phillips. I'm going to get this story. Just the team and remember, we're not to damage anything else where just after the team. Why are you destroying the tea? We're protesting unfair taxation. Parliament raised the tea tax over our objections. Maybe next time they'll listen. Don't text these you and without twerp of endeavor. Do you know what that means? Well, by all the other saying it's we've stumbled into the story of a lifetime. I'm going below deck to see what's happening. I'll stay out of trouble. Thanks, Zack. Miss Phillips. Sarah Phillips, Sarah. Take that. What hit me? You'll never take me alive. Take you, where? Wherever Indians take people. I'm not no Indian, none of us are. You're not an Indian. Who taught you grammar? Who taught you to act people in the head? My apologies. I thought you were here to kidnap me. Kidnap. I'm a journalist for the Pennsylvania gazette. 

Now, what do you have to say about the tax protest? Is that what this is about? Disgraceful. The tea is private property. This is so uncivilized. We're not to damage anything else we're just after the team. If you are any kind of English man, you drop that pencil and put a stop to it. So you think it's okay to impose taxes on the colonies, even though the colonies don't have a vote in parliament? I think loyal subjects of the king should obey the laws of their country. And you can quote me on that mister, what is your name? Killer, James hiller, and who would I be quoting? Whom may I be quoting? If you're going to ride for a newspaper, you really should treat words with more care. Just tell me your name, will you? I have work to do. Phillips, miss Sarah Phillips of London, England. Sarah Phillips, your cerebellum?