Disclaimer: *Rustles in pockets* Wait, wait... I think I have it somewhere... Uhm... No. Alright. Well, until I find my in no way illegally procured documents proving ownership of Labyrinth, we're just gonna have to say no, I don't own.
Challenge # 72: Mischief Managed
Several sets of bobbly little eyes peered out from under the kitchen table, watching as the odd bits of debris fluttered around, with no small amount of belated apprehension.
On the up side, it had worked.
On the down side, it had worked really well.
As the last snatches of sponge and soap settled down and the few remaining vanilla-scented bubbles wafted to their doom, there was a deceptively serene silence around the kitchen. The bobbly eyes flicked toward each other nervously, undecided if moving further into the shadows to avoid discovery was worth missing the show.
And then the hollering started, and they decided it was.
Amid the darkles and dimness, several pairs of anxious, orb-like eyes faded from Here Above and shifted to There Below, where Erlking was waiting, tapping a foot in an imperiously irritated manner.
His winged brow arched, like a predator's wing as it fell on its quarry.
The eyes bobbled fearfully.
"Her sink jus' exploded-"
"We was only watching, din' do nothing to it-"
"Have no idea why it caught fire, neither-"
"And we din' magic the sponge, it attacked on it's own-"
"But it's okay, she had a pan-"
"Really whacked it, kinda unnecessary hard-"
"But she aimed real good, put the fire out-"
The other brow joined it's strike-poised companion.
"So, your venture was a success, I gather," Erlking said.
The anxious little orbs glanced between each other, and after a moment bobbled affirmatively.
Erlking's lips quirked amusedly. "Congratulations."