Disclaimer: None of the authors involved in this story claim ownership of Labyrinth or any of the characters originally found within.
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Danika's Note: Ah, the cookie incident. One of my personal favorites. Follows the day after 'The Box'. Sarah had just made a comment in an email to Rob implying that Jareth wore leopard print and/or tiger stripes. Yeah, I don't remember the context. Not important.
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Danika: OMG THE IMAGE OF JARETH IN LEOPARD PRINT HAS KILLED MY BRAIN.
Marti: Imagine it... while he's dancing... Hee.
Danika: Could it... could it be a jumpsuit? -zones- (Note: If you get this reference, you win awesome.)
Marti: No. but the Tiger striped one is.
Danika: -drools-
You know... I wish I weren't so overprotective about my Jareth figurines. My desk would look much better with a bit more Goblin King to it.
Jareth: Of course it would. Everything would look better with more Goblin King to it.
Marti: Aaaaahhh! The box has been opened!!
Danika: I didn't do it! He snuck out on his own!!
...where's Sarah? :-O
Marti: I don't know!! I haven't seen her!! Eep.
Danika: ...You've started putting a Marti:' in front of your words... That's not a good sign...
Marti: I know... I thought I heard something... like the cocking of a shotgun...
Danika: ...I'm trying to decide if suggesting we hide behind Jareth would be our salvation or the worst move we could make...
Marti: I would say 'worst move', on that account.
Sarah: DANG STRAIT! Though, frankly, you're screwed either way. -aims shotgun-
Danika: Quick!! Give her cookies!!
Marti: -offers cookies on plate-
Sarah: -still aiming- Errhhh...
Jareth: -pounces the cookies and goes off to a corner to happily stuff them in his cheeks-
Danika: Welp, that's it. We're doomed.
Marti: -ducks and cringes-
Sarah: -reaims at Jareth- MY COOKIES!!
Jareth: -glowers over his shoulder at her, shielding the cookies with his body, chocolate smears on his face. His fingers start wiggling ala crystal-summoning-
Danika: -inches towards Marti and whispers- Maybe we should run while she's distracted?
Marti: Go! Go go go go!
Sarah: I said my COOKIES!! -squeezes trigger-
POOF! GLITTER!
Danika: -flees, screaming like a little girl-
Marti: AAAAAAHHHHHHH!! -runs after Danika-
Sarah: -COUGHING-
Danika: -still running- Where did she get that thing, anyway??
Jareth: -through a mouthful of cookie- That's a lovely outfit on you, my dear.
Marti: -shrugs- Beats me.
Sarah: -eyes ruffly dress- Oh, you are so DEAD!! -LUNGES WITH BARE HANDS-
Danika: Seeing as we're in the infinite, featureless plain of an email, where exactly are we running to?
Jareth: -waits with open arms-
Marti: Haven't a clue.
Sarah: -attacks with fingernails as claws- YEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!
Danika: We need something to hide behind.
Jareth: -catches her at the wrists and neatly pulls her into his lap- So, here we are again, Precious. -smirks-
Marti: Um... Um... I've got a recycle bin... but that's about it. You got anything?
Sarah: -growls and grinds heel into top of his feet-
Danika: -pouts- I have a fish. But... he is an attack fish.
Jareth: That's the nice thing about these boots, love. -holds a cookie up before her lips-
Marti: Okay so we've got... shield an sword if we need it, then. Or... as close to those as we'll get.
Sarah: Oooh, cookie! -bites glares at him while chewing- I hate you.
Danika: ...dibs on the shield. I'm pretty sure LRH only has one good attack in him, then he'll just kind of... flop. (Note: Danika has a blue betta named Lord Royal Highness - LRH for short - on her desk at work. If you get that reference, you win all awesome.)
Jareth: -smirks and kisses her temple, leaving a chocolate smear- I know.
Marti: Eh. This... this will only last until the cookies run out...
Sarah: Mmm... cookies... -chews, oblivious-
Danika: -hysterical- What're we gonna do? What're we gonna do? They'll work through those cookies in minutes!
Jareth: -looks way happier than he has any right to-
Marti: THE BOX!! Put them in the box again, while Sarah's all submissive!!
Sarah: Mmm... cookies... -still chewing happily-
Danika: That's right. Shout it at her!
Jareth: -blissfully waves a crystal to bring the box slamming up around them himself- -through the walls- Jareth likes the box...
Marti: -snorts- Um... crisis adverted?
Sarah: -through the walls- Hmm? Wait a minute... How the HELL did I get back in the box again!?
Jareth: -in the box- Hush, dear. Have another cookie.
Sarah: -giggles stupidly- Oookay... mmm, cookies...
Danika: What is it about cookies? Everyone... I... sudden burst of inspiration Cookies are the meaning of life...
Marti: Cookies are maaaagical.
Danika: Pfft. You missed your cue.
You're supposed to say, "Cookies? Cookies Tra la la?" To which I respond, "Do not mock the cookies!" (Note: If you get this reference, as Marti clearly did not, you win double awesome with whipped cream.)
Marti: Um... sorry.
Danika: That's ok. I have to forgive you. After all, you have a cookie for me...
...you didn't give her my cookie, did you?
Marti: lifts wrapped cookie from behind back Shhh. I"ve still got it saved.
Danika: My hero!!