Jareth and Sarah were walking in a park by her New England home, arguing about their current situation. In the seven years since Sarah had visited the Labyrinth, Jareth had been 'stopping in to see how she was fairing.' He called it courting and wooing. She called it stalking and harassment. But she figured if she got free ice cream out of it, more power to her. If she came to enjoy her time with him, that was her (poorly kept) secret.
He bought her ice cream, and some for himself. They moved to a bench to finish their 'talk'. Sarah soon moved onto pestering him into telling her how he got muggle money, opposed to wizard money.
"You're eating SpongeBob," a small voice interrupted them.
They turned their attention to a five year old boy standing in front of them. The kid was pointing to Jareth's ice cream bar, which was indeed shaped like SpongeBob. There was a Jareth-sized bite in the right corner.
Jareth (who really liked kids, another poorly kept secret) asked politely "Who?"
"SpongeBob Squarepants. He lives in a pineapple under the sea."
Jareth looked blank. Sarah could hardly suppress her glee as the situation unfolded.
"You don't know who SpongeBob is?" the boy demanded.
"No, I do not."
"You're not American!" The accusation was coupled with a figure pointed at Jareth. "This is America! We don't like you're kind here, you SpongeBob hater! You need to leave!" The child stomped off.
Jareth turned to Sarah. "What just happened?"
Sarah fell off the bench laughing. She didn't even mind that her ice cream went with her.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, SpongeBob Squarepants or Harry Potter.
AN: I don't know where this came from. I was just thinking that SpongeBob was just such a culturally stable for me grouping up, and anyone who didn't like it was un-American.
