The Young Ones take on the Labyrinth!
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A/N - Righty Dokey Skip! Here's a little Laby/Young Ones cross over. The basic plot is that Vivian wishes Rik away and he and the rest of the boys have to take on the Labyrinth. Enjoy!
Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters mentioned in this story. Not even Vivian's hamster, Special Patrol Group!
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The Cast
Jareth - A Goblin King, and a complete bastard.
Neil - A bloody hippy
Vivian - An anarchy encouraging, violence loving punk
Mike - A short statured wheeler dealer
Hoggle - Another short statured wheeler dealer
Ludo - Another bloody hippy
Sir Didymus - Another anarchy encouraging, violence loving punk
Special Patrol Group (SPG) - A hamster with a Scottish accent.
Also frequent appearances of numerous Goblins, talking household appliances and animals.
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Chapter One - Gone!
All was quiet in the boy's house (or the commune as Rik liked to call it). The hermit who usually lived in the cupboard was having a nice lie down on the tattered sofa, the stick of butter and the carrot were enjoying their daily ice skate on a greasy plate and the man from the "Your Country Needs You" poster had stepped out of his frame to assume the same position at the kitchen table.
Then, suddenly, a deafening ringing sound shook the entire house to its foundations.
The sound in question was coming from one of the bedrooms...
...Neil sat up slowly and yawned, his bed hair was ten times worse than normal as he hadn't cut it since he left home and never combed it anyway. Then he turned his attention to the giant, eardrum smashing alarm clock by his bed.
"Wow! 2pm!" he exclaimed as he switched it off "Good thing I set this last night or I would've slept in."
As Neil made his way down the hall and the rest of the house's nocturnal inhabitants had retreated to their usual hiding places, one of the doors exploded off its hinges and out stepped a wiry denim clad monstrosity with flaming red hair styled in three parallel mohawks and with enough safety pins to hold Pavarotti's trousers together.
"Have you ever noticed how much grit you get in your bed?" said Vivian happily and shook out his hessian blanket in Neil's face, covering him in a mound of sand and grit.
"Yeah, I have that problem with birds sometimes." said Mike emerging from his room in his usual Hugh Heffner dressing gown and slippers "Mike the cool person swaggers calmly down the hall "Morning Viv, morning Neil." he calls out to the passers by..."
he continued to go downstairs with his rather loud inner monologue but the others had gotten so used to it over the years that they hardly noticed their friend was talking to himself anymore.
There was some kind of commotion at the other end of the hall and Rik stormed out of his room clutching a rather overweight hamster with the same hair style as Vivian.
"VIVIAN!!! THAT BLOODY HAMSTER OF YOURS JUST ATE MY POEM!!!"
"YOU BASTARD! YOU SHOULDN'T LEAVE THEM LYING AROUND THEN!
YOU MIGHT HAVE KILLED HIM!" Vivian yelled back angrily then picked up the guilty hamster. "Awww! Did that mean old bastard's poems disagree with you, Special Patrol Group?"
"Oh aye!" said the hamster in his usual Glasweigan twang. "It tasted like shite!"
"That's like because it is shite!" Neil piped up.
"Well what would you know, hippy!" said Rik scornfully "And it'll be shite for society when the kids start getting into it! It's a reflection of the establishment in "Goblin Form" and other fairy tale creatures."
"Yeah! Well, I wish those bloody Goblins would come and take you away, right now!" shouted Vivian.
There was a spontaneous flash of lightening outside that caused a momentary power failure. For a few seconds it was unusually dark and when the lights came back on again.... Rik was gone!!!