The madness continues . . .
Strange Bedfellows
Silly Jareth Saga Part 3
"Look, Alvin, I don't have time right now. I'm meeting my orthodontist for a playdate," Jareth explained to his assistant.
"Look, Dave, *I* need a ride to the airport. I have to get to Chicago to see Bananarama 'Live in Concert,' " the annoying little Chipmunk whined. "Come on, Dave, just be a pal, and drive me over there."
"NO!" Jareth's face contorted with rage. "Now leave me ALONE!" He returned his attention to applying makeup.
"Hey, don't take out your sexual frustrations on me, Dave. *I'm* not the one who drove what's-her-name away," Alvin snapped, swatting the Goblin King on the butt.
"Oh, look what you made me do!" Jareth cried, turning around. There was a long black line on his face that began on the left cheek and ended on the nose. "Now I'll have to call Terry and cancel our date."
"What are you gonna tell him? 'I'm sorry, Ter, but I just couldn't find my other nipple ring, and then my heel broke...'" Alvin broke off when he realized that the Goblin King had sent him somewhere. He was in the middle of an *extremely* busy three-lane highway.
"Hey, Dave? I'm sorry, I really am! DAVE!!" the Chipmunk squealed as he struggled to get out of the way of an oncoming Greyhound.
*~~~*~~~*~~~*
Jareth was lounging on his satin covered bed, eating Oreos and drinking Shasta, when suddenly there came a knock on the door.
"It's wide open," he called.
"Oh, good," said the figure who walked in. "I do so love it when things are *wide open*." Dr. Frank N. Furter grinned evilly. "Are you ready for the sleep over?" he asked, his black eye shadow-covered eyes dancing wildly.
"Oh, yes!" Jareth jumped up, wiping crumbs off his bare chest. "I've got the hot wax, the "My Little Pony" movie, and the phone book." The Goblin King couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice.
"And where, may I ask, is my furry little friend, Alvin?" Frank cocked his head to the side.
"Uh, well, he's, uh, somewhere in Jersey," Jareth hid his face.
"WHAT?!" the ceiling mirror above the bed cracked at Frank's fury. "I can't sleep over if Alvin's not here! I'm leaving!" With that, he turned around and walked out, his high heels clicking on the stone floor.
"Oh, well," Jareth sighed. "I guess it's just you and me, Mikey," he said, turning to his roommate.
Michael Jackson only smiled.
Strange Bedfellows
Silly Jareth Saga Part 3
"Look, Alvin, I don't have time right now. I'm meeting my orthodontist for a playdate," Jareth explained to his assistant.
"Look, Dave, *I* need a ride to the airport. I have to get to Chicago to see Bananarama 'Live in Concert,' " the annoying little Chipmunk whined. "Come on, Dave, just be a pal, and drive me over there."
"NO!" Jareth's face contorted with rage. "Now leave me ALONE!" He returned his attention to applying makeup.
"Hey, don't take out your sexual frustrations on me, Dave. *I'm* not the one who drove what's-her-name away," Alvin snapped, swatting the Goblin King on the butt.
"Oh, look what you made me do!" Jareth cried, turning around. There was a long black line on his face that began on the left cheek and ended on the nose. "Now I'll have to call Terry and cancel our date."
"What are you gonna tell him? 'I'm sorry, Ter, but I just couldn't find my other nipple ring, and then my heel broke...'" Alvin broke off when he realized that the Goblin King had sent him somewhere. He was in the middle of an *extremely* busy three-lane highway.
"Hey, Dave? I'm sorry, I really am! DAVE!!" the Chipmunk squealed as he struggled to get out of the way of an oncoming Greyhound.
*~~~*~~~*~~~*
Jareth was lounging on his satin covered bed, eating Oreos and drinking Shasta, when suddenly there came a knock on the door.
"It's wide open," he called.
"Oh, good," said the figure who walked in. "I do so love it when things are *wide open*." Dr. Frank N. Furter grinned evilly. "Are you ready for the sleep over?" he asked, his black eye shadow-covered eyes dancing wildly.
"Oh, yes!" Jareth jumped up, wiping crumbs off his bare chest. "I've got the hot wax, the "My Little Pony" movie, and the phone book." The Goblin King couldn't keep the excitement out of his voice.
"And where, may I ask, is my furry little friend, Alvin?" Frank cocked his head to the side.
"Uh, well, he's, uh, somewhere in Jersey," Jareth hid his face.
"WHAT?!" the ceiling mirror above the bed cracked at Frank's fury. "I can't sleep over if Alvin's not here! I'm leaving!" With that, he turned around and walked out, his high heels clicking on the stone floor.
"Oh, well," Jareth sighed. "I guess it's just you and me, Mikey," he said, turning to his roommate.
Michael Jackson only smiled.