Two small,

Two small, red coloured shadows slipped silently into the Castle at the Centre of the Labyrinth - it wasn't custom for the Fireys to go this far into the Labyrinth, but these Fireys weren't you average Fireys.
For starters, they were smaller, they were children, and each had only one leg, due to a silly accident when the first twin, Flopsy, had set a snare up to catch and unfortunate beast passing through the Firey Forest, and had snared off the second twin, Mopsy's, leg.
They then lost the leg, and had been fighting over Flopsy's leg, when they're oh-so-sensible parents had taken the extra leg, leaving them each with one, and a crutch.
"This way!" whispered Flopsy urgently, moving with the crutch through the throne room, where one or two Goblin guards lay sleeping.
"Keep your leg on!" insisted Mopsy, moving a little more slowly, struggling to see through her name-sake mop hair, which filled her eyes at almost all times.
Going behind the throne, the pair found what they were looking for: A door, a large wooden door, through a narrow corridor behind Jareth's Throne.
"We found it!" cried Flopsy, forgetting to be quiet.
"I don't see it!" yelled Mopsy "But I'll celebrate anyway!" She began to dance a silly jig on one leg and a crutch, giggling hysterically.
Flopsy ignored her sister, and the awakening Goblins, and eyed the door suspiciously "How are we going to get through?"
"Ain't it so great we found it?!" continued Mopsy, as per usual not knowing when to let it go, and swayed a little, sending her foot sliding under the door.
"Heeey... not bad, Mopsy! You figured it out!!" Flopsy began to pull herself apart, each limb moving of it's own accord beneath the door.

A few moments later, when both were on the other side, and reassembled, with Goblin guards finally on their tails, and standing sheepishly outside the door, half heartedly calling "Open Up...", Flopsy said "This is it!"
Mopsy began to celebrate again, dancing around and leaning on her crutch.
Absently, she slapped Flopsy on the back, sending the arm which wasn't holding the crutch flying across the room, towards a large free-standing mirror.
The arm disappeared right through it, with a soft ripple, and then the glass turned smooth again.
"OOPS!!!" said Mopsy, looking at the mirror in awe.
"You idiot!" wailed Flopsy, forgetting the stupid LEgend about the stupid Magic mirror, and hopping angrily "We don't even know what the mirror does!!! YOU could have just INCINER... BURNED MY ARM INTO A SMALL PILE OF WHITE POWDER!"
"Sorry!" sniffled Mopsy "I'll get it BACK, okay?"
Mopsy did her version of a run on one leg and a crutch towards the mirror, jumping towards it, and disappearing through it.
"M-Mopsy?" Flopsy was an inch from the mirror's surface by now "Did you get burned to a powder?"
"Lemme check!" Mopsy called back through the mirror "...No!"
"Life is good!" declared Flopsy as she clambered carefully through the mirror, listening to a Goblin pound the door once and call "Come back here..."

Sarah was alone in the house, 5 year old Toby asleep in his room upstairs.
She was trying not to think about the fact she was alone, babysitting, for the first time in four years since the Labyrinth.
Sighing, Sarah flicked the channel. There was nothing on. Finally, she settled on a re-run of "Bewitched".
Thud.
Sarah stiffened, a noise, from her parents bedroom... That's where Toby used to sleep and ...
She forced herself to stop that train of thought before it reached it's destination, and went upstairs, telling herself it was to make sure Toby wasn't up to something.

Toby was sound asleep, but Sarah was still curious, like she always would be no doubt, and headed towards the room.
She opened the door, and flicked on the lights.
Automatically, her heart leapt into her throat, and she looked around for Goblins. There were none. Of course there weren't - she hadn't called them, so why would they be here? Evidentally she was letting her imagination run wild.
As she turned to go downstairs, she didn't see the print of a small arm where it had hit the window only moments before.

"Who was that? She didn't look like ... like... like..." Mopsy struggled to find a meaning to why she had even begun her sentence, and when she couldn't, she said "...like a Goblin."
"She's not a Goblin," said Flopsy, picking up her arm from where it fell, and getting comfy on her crutch again "Let's see what we can find!"
Flopsy put her hand against the pane on the French Windows, and pushing.
Mopsy soon cleared the hair out of her eyes for long enough to see what was going on, and began to help.
Finally, they had the door open just enough for them to squeeze through.
"This room's boring." muttered Flopsy, looking around "There's nothing good in here!"
"Another door! Will there be a better mirror behind it?" asked Mopsy, looking at the door quizzically.
"Maybe!" said Flopsy, watching as Mopsy opened the door.
"Nope, no mirror." said Mopsy sadly, "But there's a staircase and a few other doors out here!"
"What are we standing around in this crap place for, then?!" demanded Flopsy, assuming the role of LEader, and heading for the stairs.

Soon, the pair had made it downstairs, tip-toeing past the living room, where Sarah was glowering boredly at the TV.
"We'll say hello later," whispered Mopsy, waiting for Flopsy to sneak over the door opening.
"Yeah," agreed Flopsy, leaning on the hip with an entire leg attached, and pushing herself slowly across the doorway.
Mopsy immitated her movements, only on her left side, meaning she wasn't facing the living room, and eventually, when they had both gotten by, and managed to stand up again, they were in the kitchen.
Mopsy climbed up onto a chair, and onto a worktop from there, and found a jar of Sugar.
Like all young children usually do, once she had gotten it open, she put a handful of the substand into her mouth.
"MMMMMMM!!" she cried, swallowing it "This stuff is good!!!"
"Look!" Flopsy held up a can of Diet Pepsi, shaking it "This is heavy! Ooh! It has a thing at the top!!!" Flopsy pulled at the ring pull, trying to open the can, which was half her size.
"Mopsy..." she panted "...help!"
Mopsy took the ring-pull, and Flopsy held onto the can, and soon it at exploded all over the Kitchen.
Mopsy swallowed what could be counted as a harmful amout of Pepsi, before saying "I'm taking this stuff back with meee!!!"

Sarah yawned, and stretched.
She was thirsty... sighing, she stood up, and ambled towards the kitchen.
When she got there and turned on the lights, she forgot all about wanting a drink.
The frige was open, there were buttery foot prints, leading from the butter, which was upturned on the floor, out of the room, and a trail of Sugar, Pepsi everywhere in the kitchen, cheese slices thrown like frisbees around the worktops, the sink was full of chocolate syrup, a mountain of coffree grains surrounded the kettle, which was on, and making a hideous noise.
Sarah turned off the kettle quickly, and looked at the footprints.
Goblins. she thought angrily, and followed the trail, growing more and more panicked as they led upstairs, towards Toby's room.
A sense of foreboding filled Sarah as she saw his door ajar, she was having severe flashbacks to the night this had happened before... the light wouldn't work, she was certain of it...
Sarah pushed the door open and flicked the light switch.
Light flooded the room.
Toby was wide awake, his mouth full of butter, chocolate syrup, Pepsi and Sugar, and a wide grin on his face.
On either side of him, sat two blitzed Fireys, they looked like they were wearing an english breakfast.
"Oh, hi!" called one, with hair flopping into it's eyes.
"My name's Flopsy!" Offered the other, "This is my sister Mopsy!"
Sarah screamed.
Toby screamed.
Flopsy and Mopsy screamed.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!!! HORRIBLE LITTLE BEASTS!!!" the Fireys were one of Sarah's worst memories "You can't have my head! OR his head! Get away!!!"
"Scuse me, Lady?" said Flopsy politely, sturggling on the soft mattress with her crutch to get to the end of the bed "But we have our own heads."
"We do?" said Mopsy stupidly, looking around, and finally placed her hand on her head "Oh yeah! I never saw before!"
Sarah blinked, visibly shaking "T-toby... are you alright?"
"Uh huh!" said Toby absently, he was playing with Mopsy's crutch as she devoured more and more Sugar.
"F...Floppy?" Sarah said to Flopsy "What are you-"
"Flopsy." interrupted the small Firey, grinning.
"...right. What are you and Mop..sy doing here?" asked Sarah, resisting the urge to grab the fiends head, hurl it away, and scream for Hoggle... help. She meant help.
"We sneaked here," said Mopsy through the Sugar "The Goblins is all asleep."
"Were all asleep," Sarah corrected instinctively, not knowing what to do, obviously they hadn't been sent, and they didn't seem to be the same age as the other Fireys.
Either way, they were making a hideous mess.
"You have to stop making this mess!" ordered Sarah "Give me the Sugar, the pepsi, the syrup, and... you know what? Flopsy, you can just keep that butter right there..."

The Goblins weren't bright, but they had eventually figured out that their pleas were getting nowhere with two Fireys who were no longer in the room beyond the door.
"You better wake up 'is Majesty!" said one, pointing to another.
"I'm not!"
"Me either."
"I say we pretend this never happened!" agreed another "'is Majesty will be very... upset wiff us if he don't be in the mood fer bad news!"
"... what'll we do?!" wailed the fourth Guard "We wasn't all s'posed ta be asleep!!!"
"Le's ask Roo!" suggested the first "She's meanta be the Wise Wummin o' the Goblins!"
"You go wake 'er up!" The second prodded the first in the stomach "An' come back wiff news!"

Furtle sighed, he was always the one to come up with and carry out daft ideas.
He made his way down into the Goblin City, one of the Houses nearest the Castle belonged to Roo, an ancient, wrinkled old 'Medicine Woman', more commonly reffered to as a "Damned Voodoo Witch" by many of the Labyrinth's inhabitants who were unfortunate enough to know the bad tempered old bat.
Furtle was only on guard duty because another wasn't, he actually had a very odd job in the Labyrinth.
He grew Goblin children.
The way things worked in the Labyrinth was never the way people from Earth would think it was: Specifically, Goblin children were grown in an actual cabbage patch, with the cabbages, and it was Furtle's job to plant the seeds of the mother and father, and nurture the little beast until it was ready to be "born".
What a life, thought Furtle, raising his hand, and thudding Roo's door, hard.
A small, beaked face peeked out, a hideous gobble hanging below the chin.
"Hello, Static." said Furtle flatly to Roo's 'familiar', Static the Chicken.
Static looked up at Furtle, wide eyed.
Slowly, the door opened further, and Roo stood there, holding Static in a wrinkled, grubby little mitt of a hand.
"What do you want?" she demanded, frowning, causing her face to wrinkle even further, long straight, ratty grey hair hung around her face.
Furtle groaned, and said "The Guards require your advice."
"Make it snappy," said Roo impatiently, she had no time for blithering gardeners, not tat this time of night, and not even if they were the only two Goblins left alive.
"Two young fireys just got into the Mortal Realm, what should we do?"
"Send the most stupid to wake up Jareth. Goodnight." Roo slammed the door shut.
"OH YEAH!" yelled Furtle "They send me down here in the dead of NIGHT and you give me the same advice we were all arguing over before?!"
"Tough," called Roo, heading back to bed.

"WHAT?" yelled Jareth, in a temper because some stupid Goblin he couldn't remember the name of had woken up, and then said that some stupid Fireys had gone into the mortal realm.
"I said-" began Furtle nervously "That-"
"Shut up."
"Sorry, I -"
"SHUT up..." Jareth paced angrily, he hadn't tried a kidnapping since Sarah had beaten him four years earlier, he had ignored each call, which meant that the mirror, which hadn't been used since the night they had all been at Sarah's house, would still be aimed there.
"How did they get past the guards? Which Fireys were they?" asked Jareth, calming down a little, hoping for some elaborate plan involving weapons to be the next thing escaping.. Frickle's mouth.
"The twins," said Furtle, careful to answer the second question first.
"Aren't they all twins?" said Jareth eventually, unable to distinguish between the Fireys.
"The one legged twins."
Ah, he knew who they were... they looked different to the others, so Jareth remembered them.
"Aren't they children?"
"Yes, sir..."
"And they got past the guards." said Jareth, leaning menacingly over Furtle.
".. the guards were alseep, sir..." Furtle squeezed his eyes shut, expecting to be hurled into the Bog of Eternal Stench.
Jareht, however, was too preoccupied to be bothered with randomnly shooting messengers, he had to recover the Fireys, before Sarah knew they were in her house...

The End for now... more soon... if I can even be bothered...