Author's Note: Well, this chapter isn't all that long but it's getting me excited to write the next one. You'll see why. It's been like pulling teeth for me to sit down and type all of this down. Though I don't like my system of writing everything down in a notebook and then having to type the entire bloody thing down later it's the best thing I can do. Being that I'm very scatterbrained I get inspiration usually at odd places away from my house when I have nothing better to do than daydream. Anyways, the next chapter will mostly be from Jareth's point of view. I really want to write more Jareth, but being that my story doesn't require that at the moment it's a pain to have to write the same thing over and over again. I promise it'll change soon! Please comment and thanks for reading!

Chapter 4

Cookies

I felt at peace. No worries. Not responsibilities. Just lying there, drifting in warmth and softness, dancing in dreamlands of happiness. Just asleep….. My eyes flew open. Scrambling through my tangled sheets I looked at the clock. 6:42! Soaring out of bed I ran into my bathroom to get ready for the day.

Wash face, rub on foundation, skip eye-shadow, eye liner, mascara, brush hair…..Brush hair! Remembering that I hadn't had time to shower the night before I cursed my lack of luck. A pony-tail would take too long, besides I hated pony-tails. Ratting my hair like crazy to make it still look alive my comb suddenly caught in the mess.

"SHOOT! Shoot, shoot, shoot...!" I tried my hardest not to freak out and swear. Finally untangling it from the mess I quickly sprayed a load of hairspray onto my head and brushed my teeth. I would just have to skip breakfast again. I changed into a t-shirt and jeans, though I liked to usually look good for school it was nice to be in comfortable clothes on a bad day.

I shot up the stairs to find that my parents had already left. Cursing everything around me I waited for the bus to finally arrive by my block. Boarding the cold, smelly vehicle I couldn't help but glare at all of the screaming, jumping kids. Why did they think that the bus was some kind of playground? Sitting by myself at the closest seat I could get to the door I felt like strangling something… Particularly a blonde monster monarch that was the 'cause of my oh so delightful morning.

Getting off the bus as fast as possible I power walked all the way to my locker. Not only was the bus crowded and smelly it also dropped me off about five minutes before school started because it always drove so slowly. Arriving at my locker my bewildered friends stared at me wide eyed and somewhat affraid.

"Don't ask," I growled as I spun the dial to unlock the tacky colored locker. A sudden rustling and banging came from inside my locker. Scowling at it suspiciously I opened it anyways. A high pitched squeal rang through my ears when a big, orange, fluffy head popped out of my locker. The creature sprang right into my face making me tumble backwards. It cackled and howled at the top of its lungs as it began to yank pieces of my hair out. Nearly roaring like an animal I reached back and tore the beast off my head and flung it down the hall way.

"That's it!" I snarled as I jumped up and yanked a text book out of my locker. Barreling towards the creature I swung my book at it with all my might. It leaped out of the way just in time but I was on to its next move in a flash. The book collided with the firey's face and it slammed into a row of lockers. Jumping up dizzily it retreated down the hall and disappeared.

Moments later…..

I sat in my dad's office awkwardly. Sitting across from me in his big messy desk my dad had the most bemused look on his face I had ever seen.

"M-megan….Why did you have a monkey in your locker?" he began to chuckle in between the words. If it were a monkey I'd be laughing too. I wanted to scream out all that this jerk-faced king of the stupid goblins had done to me. I knew my dad would do everything in his power to find the jerk and beat the glittery crud out of him for bullying me. But it wouldn't help my case, and my dad would never believe me.

"I didn't put it in my locker dad, I swear! I think someone was…. Someone had…. Someone must have been playing a trick on me." My dad blinked, disturbed by the thought of someone playing tricks on me.

"Would you have any idea who would do this to you, Megan?" I sat there wanting to blurt out everything but pursed my lips and closed my eyes to conceal the truth.

I shook my head, "No" I replied.

He sighed, distraught and at a loss, "Alright, you can go. I believe that you had no idea that there was an animal in your locker."

I smiled and nodded, "Thanks dad." I gave him a quick hug and a peck on the cheek and hurried out the door. The day went by slowly after that, but there were no more signs of malicious tricks from the Goblin King. Soon after school ended it was time for play practice. My part in the spring play 'The Patient' by Agatha Christie was the seductive secretary Brenda Jackson.

Drinking a Dr. Pepper on the way to the auditorium I remembered that today was a dress rehearsal. Giggling with glee I was excited to wear my red secretary suit and pointy black heels. I waved at Jennie as I entered, who was helping bring out an old fashioned, turquoise couch from the prop room. She was part of the stage crew which made trips to regional competitions a blast.

I scrunched my nose at the taste of my Dr. Pepper. Deciding that it was expired I threw it away; you could never trust the pop machines at school. I chose to get into my costume as soon as possible and I walked over to the clothes rack. Liberty, a fellow cast member, was already collecting her costume. She had the part of Emmeline, the sister of the patient and enemy of Brenda. We loved the scenes that our characters quarreled and we had become good friends. Chatting a little with her I searched through the rows of clothes. Usually my costume was easy to spot because it was bright red, but there was no sign of it anywhere.

"Where is my costume?" I demanded.

Liberty tapped my shoulder, "M-Megan…." I looked up at her mortified face and then to the direction that she was pointing. Way up high on one of the stage shelves hung a red secretary jacket and pencil skirt. I saw a glimpse of small goblins giggling at me before they disappeared.

"You have got to be kidding me" I growled and walked up to the row of shelves.

"Um, maybe we should tell Mr. Lyons" suggested Liberty.

"Pfft, just so I can be yelled at for not taking "proper care" of my costume? Heck no!" I picked up a broom and began to climb the sides of the shelves. I merely hit the suit with the broom and it soared down to the ground.

That was too easy, I thought. Jumping down I walked up to the pile of red. I could already tell that it had been maimed a bit, it looked scruffy and old. I reached down to pick it up and jumped back. It was soaked in what I guessed was goblin drool.

"Oh dear, who did this?" Liberty asked rhetorically as she came up behind me.

I sighed, "Who knows…" I do! Suddenly Mr. Lyons and Dalton (a senior that was directing most of our play for Sterling Scholar) came marching back stage; I could already tell that Mr. Lyons was fuming.

"Girls, it's time to go on stage! We're starting rehearsal! Megan, why aren't you in your costume?" he looked down at the red pile, "Why is your costume on the floor? You know that isn't how we treat our costumes!" He stepped forward and picked up the red mess. Dropping it immediately he looked up at me scornfully, "Why is your costume wet? What have you done to your costume?"

"It wasn't Megan's fault!" Liberty suddenly burst in, "We don't know who did this, but Megan would never do such a thing." Mr. Lyons was fuming and if he could he would have steam coming out of his ears.

Dalton quickly stepped in, "Well I guess we'll just have to use the black suit. But the red suit was so perfect for Brenda's character. We'll be sure to find who did this."

I highly doubt that, I thought and headed to the costume room to hurry and change into the black secretary suit. Abruptly remembering that my shoes were missing too I heard a giggle behind me. Whipping around I found the same girl goblins, that had tried to steal my cats, holding my shiny black heels.

"Give them to me right now!" I ordered and they gave each other a wily look before they ran away in opposite directions. I chased after one all over the small costume room, jumping over boxes and crawling under more clothes racks. Finally cornering her, she grinned when she unexpectedly threw the shoe right over my head. Turning to see the other goblin catch it on top of a shelf, she tossed the other shoe down to her sister. They began to fling the heels back and forth to each other while I ran back and forth in the middle. Realizing that we were playing the stupidest game invented (monkey in the middle) I immediately stopped and picked up a prop phone and flung it at the goblin on the floor. She quickly dodged it but also missed her pass of the heel.

I flew down on the shoe and picked it up victoriously. The two girl goblins scowled at my success. The one on the floor disappeared and I looked up at the one on the shelves to find a pointy high heel flying towards me. The toe crashed into my forehead and I stumbled back in shock. The goblin snickered and disappeared in a cloud of glitter.

Rubbing my forehead I picked up my heel and ran out onto the backstage just in time to hear my cue. I stumbled through the make shift door and tried to gain my composure. I could see the cast members were shocked and bewildered by my wobbly entrance.

Nathan a freshmen playing the part of Mr. Wingfield, the patient's husband, sat disorientated, "Um…Uh-Dr. Ginsberg, my secretary, Miss Jackson." I smiled and shook the doctor's hand and sat down by Nathan on the turquoise couch. While the others said their lines my mind was reeling, taking in all that had just happened wrathfully.

"There's still some hope for your sister, Mr. Ross…. There's still some hope for your sister Mr. Ross!" I looked up at the sudden shouting coming from Cheyenne, the doctor, to find everyone staring at me expectantly. I

"O-oh! Um…But she won't stay like this? I mean- she'll get better, won't sh-ruUAAAAAGG!" The sudden belch made me jump and I slapped my hands over my mouth, appalled. Liberty and Logan tried to keep straight faces while I heard a few loud snickers coming from the stage crew.

"E-excuse me." I said politely, trying to stay in character. "What I was go-urp-ing to sayyyuuuurp…. W-was" I began to shake embarrassedly and I could feel my face turning bright red, "will Mrs. W-uuUUURP-f-field get b-b-b-ruUAAAG-…ter, urgp." I covered my mouth, mortified as all of the other cast members were hunched over laughing while loud guffaws came from all of the stage crew members in the audience seats. I looked down at the two directors who were laughing just as hard as well.

Dalton stood up, "M-Megan," he managed to say through fits of giggles, "What's wrong with you?" I shook my head and shrugged. Opening my mouth to reply all that escaped was a little burp. Shutting my mouth immediately, everyone continued to laugh even harder.

Mr. Lyons stood up trying to stop his laugher, "I think you should take the day off, Megan. You're obviously not in any shape to perform and you already have all of your lines memorized. Perhaps you should go home and practice walking in those heels." I nodded and exited the stage as quick as possible.

Later on….

My dad gave me a ride home after I had changed but he had to go back to the school to finish some paperwork. Entering my garage to go through the side door I met my Shetland sheepdog, Misty. She wagged her tail kindly and her big brown eyes looked up at me compassionately. I knelt down and gave the black and white dog a great big hug. Though I would have usually laughed about something so strange I couldn't help but feel like I wanted to cry. I was so excited about play practice and it had all been ruined.

Now I really wished I had never seen that stupid Labyrinth movie. I also wished I had never met that stupid, no good Goblin King. I hated him, why did he have to pick on me? The thought of just apologizing to him (even though it was over something so ridiculous) passed through my mind. But no, I would never stoop that low. I was way too stubborn to lose a war and I deserved an apology more than him. Unlocking my door I walked inside glumly trying to figure out what I could do to get my revenge.

"Well, hello, Miss Megan." I stopped in my tracks to find the Goblin King lounging on my kitchen counter surrounded by his goblins. I noticed that they were all eating something...Cookies? They were… They were eating my cookies!

"I do have to say, you are quit the little cook, Megan" he then took a bite of the cookie teasingly. I opened my mouth to yell at him when all that escaped was a loud belch. The Goblin King and his goblins laughed hysterically at me.

"Well I would say thank you for the cookies, but I don't plan on being nice to you any time soon. My subjects and I would really love to stay and torture you more but we have better things to do. Farewell, pathetic little girl. Oh, and don't forget to practice walking in those heels, hahaha!" He continued to laugh malevolently with his goblins as they disappeared into a large cloud of glitter.

I ran up to the Tupperware container that had held all of my choir party cookies. Empty, completely empty! I growled and burped furiously and threw the container across the room. I stood there fuming for only a few moments when a sudden tugging on the back of my shirt caught my attention. I turned around to find a goblin holding a cookie up to me. I recognized him as Rugbhor; the goblin that I had first met that awful night.

"Rugbhor sorry he steals your cookie. He knows that it not nice to take without asking." I nodded and forced a smile.

"King and goblins really like cookies. They make King happy and nice so we happy too." I nodded again and hurried over to a cupboard and pulled out a glass and filled it with water. Getting some Tums from the medicine cabinet I noticed a full bottle of laxatives sitting on the top shelf. Popping a pair of Tums into my mouth I pulled out the bottle.

"What that?" asked Rugbhor as he absent mindedly popped the whole cookie into his mouth. A devious smile slipped onto my lips.

"How much does your King love cookies –urp, Rugbhor?"

"Oh, he loves cookies very much! He always steals cookies. They'res 'is favorites!"

"Really?" I said slyly. I knelt down to eye level with Rugbhor. "Tell me, Rugbhor, do you want to help me bake some cookies tomorrow?" He beamed up at me, his one toothed smile and big red eyes looked as close as a goblin could look like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Rugbhor'd love too!"

Author's Note: Please comment!

Bimble: Yes, comment or we steal all your pickles and tissues!

Mimble: Yeah!…Wait, why we need tissues?

Bimble: The chickens need them.

Mimble: Oh yeah!

Jareth: Wait, why do the chickens need tissues?

*Twins look at each other and run away*

Me: I wonder if chickens have allergies…

Jareth: That's far from their cause, I'm sure.

*Chicken runs by in dress and bonnet made of tissues*

Me: Aw, how cute! The twins are getting creative!

*Jareth pinches bridge of nose and groans*