Jareth was starting to worry.

After that blasted fashion show—in which he discovered his enemy's involvement in the entire chicken fiasco—the goblins had been acting strangely. They kept grouping together in dark corners and muttering amongst themselves, and if they weren't grouped together they were muttering to themselves and twirling and clicking imaginary buttons. At first Jareth thought that, perhaps, because he hadn't punished them for the fashion show (because he'd been too overwhelmed by Sarah's treachery!) they were going a bit squirrelly. Maybe they had gotten so used to being punished that by taking away or neglecting to punish them, they were losing their minds.

So Jareth—being the kind and patient ruler that he was—sent them to roust out all the pixies living in the hedges of the labyrinth. He'd been sure that his punishment would work—it was the most terrifying yet—but it didn't. They still muttered to themselves and Jareth had even found a stash of drawings. Drawings! He didn't know what they were supposed to be because they were so crude mind you, but still, his goblins had never before shown even the slightest hint of wanting to draw, let alone actually doing it. Yes, something was very wrong and Jareth had an uncomfortable feeling that he knew what it was.

Her. It always came back to Sarah. She had to be behind the strange behaviour. Had to be, because the only other explanation was that the goblins were becoming more intelligent and, since they still picked their noses and wore pants on their heads and would gladly gnaw on each other's toes if he let them, Jareth knew that it had to be Sarah. But how to prove it without letting her know that he was on to her?

Jareth decided that since it was the goblins that were acting strange, it was also the goblins that would lead him to whatever it was that Sarah had done to them. Once again Jareth put on his disguise (he found that he made a rather dashing goblin and only wished that the real goblins could be half as good looking as he) and followed the goblins. He listened as the muttered about the pretties that Sarah gave them (how dare she lure his goblins away with mere trinkets!) and how Grumpus (who Jareth vaguely recalled to be a rather large looking goblin and ugly as snot) was amassing them so that Sarah—lady of pretties—would play with their chickens again. There was also something about Sarah liking a Gerald.

Jareth found the bit about Gerald to be the most affronting. How dare she go off becoming infatuated with some Gerald and not give her complete attention to the game she was trying to play with him. Jareth might have been calm before the bit about Gerald, but now he was ticked. Fine, if she wouldn't take him seriously he would have to make her. He would confront her and make her give up this Gerald to his dungeons—and, also, perhaps stop making his goblins act so very strangely. It no longer mattered if Sarah knew he was on to her or not. All that mattered now was that she take him seriously (and stop corrupting his goblins!) and play the game with her full attention.

So Jareth decided to visit Sarah's realm.

He appeared in what appeared to be a different house that before (so, she was trying to tick him by changing her locations was she?) but it was unmistakably hers. Fairy tale items everywhere, the scent of peaches and pixie dust that she had acquired after her run in the Labyrinth. Yes, it was definitely her home.

"Argh!" And that was definitely her voice, screaming in aggravation. Yes, Jareth was quite positive this was Sarah's kingdom (as great as his, his arse! What a little liar she had been).

Jareth moved towards where he had heard Sarah's screech come from, intent on demanding a few explanations. He found her naked as a pixie after a sip of goblin wine and found that all his words were lost. She was sifting through pile after pile of clothing and all the drawers in her bedroom seemed to have been dumped out onto her floor. Her long brown hair was curling every which way and looked a lovely mess. Jareth decided that he rather liked Sarah's new look (unless, of course, it was for Gerald, in which case Jareth would be forced to use extreme measures) and didn't want to interrupt her (as he was quite intrigued to see how far the angry flush would spread). But then she turned and froze when she saw him. Jareth wondered if perhaps he had time to magic every bit of clothing away (because really, they would be an affront to his sensibilities should she make a grab for them) before Sarah shouted "You!" and was on him.

Now, Jareth didn't particularly mind that a very naked Sarah had just thrown him to the floor, nor did he mind that she was straddling him, but he did find a problem with the strangulation (the black spots on his vision tended to impede his view of her breasts). And besides, he hadn't come here to be dominated so easily, he'd come for revenge (and what a sweet revenge it was turning out to be).

So Jareth rolled them over and grabbed Sarah's hands to stop this whole strangulation process. Then it hit him. This was all a ploy!

She had anticipated his arrival somehow and was using her nakedness to distract him; to get the better of him. Well! Jareth wasn't one to be fooled so easily, he—"Give me back my underwear!"—what?