Short and silly. I don't know own Jareth, the Labyrinth, or the Chipmunks.
Oreos
Silly Jareth Saga Part 2
It was raining. Jareth hated the rain. It reminded him too much of his own soggy childhood.
"Why? Did you cry a lot as a little Goblin Prince?" asked a voice behind him.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. But you wouldn't know that, would you, mother?" he said without turning around. "You never *were* there when I needed more than just tissues...when I needed some cookies and milk."
"Oreos, right?" Sandra, Jareth's dead mother, noticeably brightened up at the mention of cookies.
"Of course, Oreos. What other kind of cookies are on sale every week? You *know* I shop around for the best deals," he retorted. "How else could I have found this lovely blue dress that I have on? Or these earrings? They only *look* gold."
"Hmmm, marvelous, darling, simply marvelous," she agreed. "I do notice that your eyeliner is a bit smudged, though."
"It's because I've been running around all day chasing cars," Jareth sighed. "I thought you had heard...I'm in love with a black Toyota Tercel."
"What?!" Sandra cried in horror. "No son of mine will be seen with such a tramp! I forbid you to see him ever again!"
"Oh, mother, quit being so dramatic," the Goblin King admonished. "He has been avoiding me for weeks. I'm seriously considering writing the whole thing off as a loss, and forgetting about it altogether. Toyotas can be so...fickle. A Chevy, now..."
"Oh, you! Are you trying to drive me to the grave?" she shuddered. "My own son..."
Jareth looked at her for a long time. "I think you are dead already, though. I have trouble remembering these things. Too many nights alone in my room."
"Oh, really. And what do you *do* in there?" Sandra raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
"MOTHER! I can't talk about it with *you*! It'd be indecent!" he declared with a huff. "I've just been so lonely since that Williams girl left that I need to do *something*."
"Oh, come on, just tell your mommy," she cooed.
"Oh...all right," Jareth lowered his voice conspiratorially. "I've been......training my own personal army. An army of Chipmunks!" he declared, straightening up. "So far, I've only got three, but I can double that if I recruit females, too."
Sandra simply stared at her son. Then, muttering something about the importance of contraception in a marriage, she vanished.
Jareth allowed a wide grin to split across his handsome face.
"Alvin, Simon, Theodore!" he called.
Oreos
Silly Jareth Saga Part 2
It was raining. Jareth hated the rain. It reminded him too much of his own soggy childhood.
"Why? Did you cry a lot as a little Goblin Prince?" asked a voice behind him.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. But you wouldn't know that, would you, mother?" he said without turning around. "You never *were* there when I needed more than just tissues...when I needed some cookies and milk."
"Oreos, right?" Sandra, Jareth's dead mother, noticeably brightened up at the mention of cookies.
"Of course, Oreos. What other kind of cookies are on sale every week? You *know* I shop around for the best deals," he retorted. "How else could I have found this lovely blue dress that I have on? Or these earrings? They only *look* gold."
"Hmmm, marvelous, darling, simply marvelous," she agreed. "I do notice that your eyeliner is a bit smudged, though."
"It's because I've been running around all day chasing cars," Jareth sighed. "I thought you had heard...I'm in love with a black Toyota Tercel."
"What?!" Sandra cried in horror. "No son of mine will be seen with such a tramp! I forbid you to see him ever again!"
"Oh, mother, quit being so dramatic," the Goblin King admonished. "He has been avoiding me for weeks. I'm seriously considering writing the whole thing off as a loss, and forgetting about it altogether. Toyotas can be so...fickle. A Chevy, now..."
"Oh, you! Are you trying to drive me to the grave?" she shuddered. "My own son..."
Jareth looked at her for a long time. "I think you are dead already, though. I have trouble remembering these things. Too many nights alone in my room."
"Oh, really. And what do you *do* in there?" Sandra raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
"MOTHER! I can't talk about it with *you*! It'd be indecent!" he declared with a huff. "I've just been so lonely since that Williams girl left that I need to do *something*."
"Oh, come on, just tell your mommy," she cooed.
"Oh...all right," Jareth lowered his voice conspiratorially. "I've been......training my own personal army. An army of Chipmunks!" he declared, straightening up. "So far, I've only got three, but I can double that if I recruit females, too."
Sandra simply stared at her son. Then, muttering something about the importance of contraception in a marriage, she vanished.
Jareth allowed a wide grin to split across his handsome face.
"Alvin, Simon, Theodore!" he called.