Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth or anything else in this short little story.

THE LAST SPRITE

"What is going on here?!" the Goblin King demanded of his bickering subjects. They all stopped and looked at their king.

Finally a small goblin spoke up, "It's that Sprite! It keeps taughting us!"

"Yeah, its all that evil little Sprite's fault!" a second goblin confirmed. They all nodded in agreement.

"Please let us keep it!" said another.

The Goblin King roared with laughter, "The thing isn't even alive and you want to keep it?"

"Oh, its alive, its alive. We heard it talk after it had been flying flying around the room, from one of us to another!" one goblin declared.

"Then, by all means, keep it." Jareth smirked at their stupidity, "Idiots."

Jareth walked over to the Sprite as all the goblins gathered around it. He laughed as a couple of younger goblins poked at it, then he walked over to his private refridgerator and openned the door.

"Hey, that was my last one!" Jareth bellowed. He stalked back over to all the goblins, took back the last Sprite, and drank it.

He gave the disappointed goblins a can of root-beer to replace it.

-The End-