(Scene: The next morning. It's very cold. Jo is sitting on throne in her tank top and shorts. She looks expectantly at Jareth's bedroom door, waiting for Jareth and Gabriel to come out. They don't.)
(Fifteen minutes later. They still haven't come out. Jo, now bored, is tapping the riding crop on her shin and listening to goblins whine. She scowls at the door.)
Jo: (yelling at door) WAKE UP, DAMMIT!
(There is no reply. The goblins mumble amongst themselves. Jo blinks.)
Jo: That's always worked before...
(She gets off the throne, goes over to the bedroom door, and raps on the panel, nearly breaking the door down. There is no reply.)
Jo: What in hell would keep them from getting up?
(She opens the door and sticks her head in.)
Jo: Guys! Up! NOW!
(There is no reply. She walks in the room. The curtains are closed. Shrugging, she empties the wardrobe, carries all the clothes out, and locks the door behind her. Then she dumps the clothing on the throne, sits down, and waits. A goblin comes in.)
Jo: (under her breath) Let's be queen for the day.
(Around noon, Jo, tired of hearing the goblins whine, zones out. Moments later, a loud yell comes from the bedroom.)
Jareth: (in bedroom) Jo!
Gabriel: (in bedroom) It's COLD! Ow, Jareth, you have cold feet!
Jareth: (in bedroom) Not my fault you don't wear pants in bed.
(Jo gets off the throne and goes into the bedroom, locking the door behind her. The bed curtains are still closed. She sticks her head through. Jareth and Gabriel are on opposite edges of the bed, each trying to get as many covers as possible. Jo smiles slyly.)
Jo: Gabriel, I thought you said the best way to get warm is to be really close to another person.
(Gabriel blushes and hides her head under the pillows. Jareth debates whether to try and take his owl-clothes from Jo, but comes to the conclusion that it's too cold to get out of bed in only his boxers.)
Jareth: ...why are you wearing my cloak?
Jo: (sitting down on the edge of the bed) It's cold. Why else?
Jareth: I don't know. You tell me.
(Gabriel is surreptitiously edging closer to Jareth, head still hidden under the pillows.)
Gabriel: (under pillow) Jo, what did you do?
Jo: You guys weren't up. So I was queen!
Jareth: (in shock) What'd you do?
Jo: Nothing! ...well, I had the oubliette painted blue.
(Jareth groans and hides his head under the pillows. He comes face to face with Gabriel. She grins faintly and wiggles her eyebrows. Jo pulls down the sheets and both of them shudder. )
Jo: Come on! I'm bored! Get up!!! You don't want your whole land knowing you spent all day with a girl in your bed...do you... Jareth?
(Jareth does not respond. He's trying to detach Gabriel from his chest, where she is clinging and shivering.)
Gabriel: It's cold.
Jo: (protesting) It's not cold! I'm wearing shorts!
Gabriel: (muffled by Jareth's chest) You're a mutant!
(She reaches out a hand and pulls the covers back up to Jareth's chin, so that she's completely covered. Jo gives Jareth a suggestive look.)
Jo: Looks like-
Jareth: Oh, hush up!
(Jo goes over to his side of the bed and pecks him on the cheek.)
Jo: I've got a surprise for you! Ludo, c'mere!
(Ludo comes in, carrying a tray of toast. Jareth raises an eyebrow.)
Jareth: Why is that furball in my room with a plate?
Jo: (defensively) I taught him how to make toast!
Ludo: (proud) Ludo toast!
Gabriel: (muffled by the covers and Jareth's chest, disbelieving) You taught Ludo how to make toast. Right.
Jo: No, look! He made toast!
Gabriel: Not coming out. Too cold.
(She shifts position. Jareth twitches and starts blushing. Jo takes the toast from Ludo, sits down next to Jareth, and offers him the toast. He blinks.)
Jareth: Thank you.
(He eats the toast.)
Jareth: (deadpan) It's furry.
Gabriel: (muffled) Can I have a piece?
Jo: Sure!
(Gabriel sticks a hand out from under the covers, grabs a slice of toast, and drags it back under. Munching sounds come from somewhere around Jareth's ribcage.)
Jareth: (abruptly) Watch the crumbs!
Gabriel: (muffled) If you don't want crumbs there, keep your hips away from my face.
(Jo's eyebrows fly up. She stares at Jareth. He blushes.)
Jareth: Look, it's uncomfortable, ok?
Jo: (shrugging) You've got a meeting in a few minutes. Want me to do it? I've already done four.
Jareth: (choking) Four?
Jo: Yeah!
Jareth: (calming down) No. No. Just send them in here.
Jo: ...what about Gabriel?
Gabriel: (muffled) I'm not leaving!
Jo: (coaxing) If you come to my nice warm kitchen, I'll make you some croissants!
Gabriel: No. I'm staying right here. I'm warm. If I get up, I'll be cold.
Jo: Jareth has to do his work, though.
Gabriel: He can do it with me here, 'cause I'm not leaving.
Jo: Ok...Jareth, mind if I go to the Firey Forest?
Jareth: (relieved) Sure. As long as you don't try to negotiate for me. Sure.
Gabriel: (muffled) I like it here. It's warm.
(Jareth twitches. Jo disappears in a puff of illogic.)
Jareth: Ok. What do I do now?
Gabriel: As long as you're there, will you pass me some more toast?
Jareth: Sure.
(He passes her some toast. She eats it.)
Jareth: We're out of toast...Ludo? Toast?
Ludo: No. Jareth not Ludo friend. Jo Ludo friend. Jareth insult Ludo.
Gabriel: (suddenly) Tickle!
Jareth: AH! No! No tickle!
(Three days pass. Jareth and Gabriel are still in bed. The goblins have been bringing them more toast and bacon.)
(Fourth day. Jo shows up, dressed like a Firey. She looks at Jareth.)
Jo: Anything interesting happen while I was gone? (winkwinknudgenudge)
Gabriel: Heehee...he couldn't get a cold shower!
(Jo's eyebrow rise slowly. She starts chanting something under her breath. Jareth throws the toast rack at her.)
Jo: Hey!
Jareth: (blushing) I did not!
Gabriel: No, they actually look-mmf!
(She is abruptly cut off as Jareth's hand shoots under the covers to cover up her mouth.)
Jo: I'm going to go take a nap.
(She stumbles off to the staircase room, trips, and falls asleep on Ludo. Jareth yelps and pulls his hand back out from under the covers.)
Jareth: Biting is not good! Bad Gabriel! No biting!
Gabriel: Hmph.
(Fifteen minutes later. They still haven't come out. Jo, now bored, is tapping the riding crop on her shin and listening to goblins whine. She scowls at the door.)
Jo: (yelling at door) WAKE UP, DAMMIT!
(There is no reply. The goblins mumble amongst themselves. Jo blinks.)
Jo: That's always worked before...
(She gets off the throne, goes over to the bedroom door, and raps on the panel, nearly breaking the door down. There is no reply.)
Jo: What in hell would keep them from getting up?
(She opens the door and sticks her head in.)
Jo: Guys! Up! NOW!
(There is no reply. She walks in the room. The curtains are closed. Shrugging, she empties the wardrobe, carries all the clothes out, and locks the door behind her. Then she dumps the clothing on the throne, sits down, and waits. A goblin comes in.)
Jo: (under her breath) Let's be queen for the day.
(Around noon, Jo, tired of hearing the goblins whine, zones out. Moments later, a loud yell comes from the bedroom.)
Jareth: (in bedroom) Jo!
Gabriel: (in bedroom) It's COLD! Ow, Jareth, you have cold feet!
Jareth: (in bedroom) Not my fault you don't wear pants in bed.
(Jo gets off the throne and goes into the bedroom, locking the door behind her. The bed curtains are still closed. She sticks her head through. Jareth and Gabriel are on opposite edges of the bed, each trying to get as many covers as possible. Jo smiles slyly.)
Jo: Gabriel, I thought you said the best way to get warm is to be really close to another person.
(Gabriel blushes and hides her head under the pillows. Jareth debates whether to try and take his owl-clothes from Jo, but comes to the conclusion that it's too cold to get out of bed in only his boxers.)
Jareth: ...why are you wearing my cloak?
Jo: (sitting down on the edge of the bed) It's cold. Why else?
Jareth: I don't know. You tell me.
(Gabriel is surreptitiously edging closer to Jareth, head still hidden under the pillows.)
Gabriel: (under pillow) Jo, what did you do?
Jo: You guys weren't up. So I was queen!
Jareth: (in shock) What'd you do?
Jo: Nothing! ...well, I had the oubliette painted blue.
(Jareth groans and hides his head under the pillows. He comes face to face with Gabriel. She grins faintly and wiggles her eyebrows. Jo pulls down the sheets and both of them shudder. )
Jo: Come on! I'm bored! Get up!!! You don't want your whole land knowing you spent all day with a girl in your bed...do you... Jareth?
(Jareth does not respond. He's trying to detach Gabriel from his chest, where she is clinging and shivering.)
Gabriel: It's cold.
Jo: (protesting) It's not cold! I'm wearing shorts!
Gabriel: (muffled by Jareth's chest) You're a mutant!
(She reaches out a hand and pulls the covers back up to Jareth's chin, so that she's completely covered. Jo gives Jareth a suggestive look.)
Jo: Looks like-
Jareth: Oh, hush up!
(Jo goes over to his side of the bed and pecks him on the cheek.)
Jo: I've got a surprise for you! Ludo, c'mere!
(Ludo comes in, carrying a tray of toast. Jareth raises an eyebrow.)
Jareth: Why is that furball in my room with a plate?
Jo: (defensively) I taught him how to make toast!
Ludo: (proud) Ludo toast!
Gabriel: (muffled by the covers and Jareth's chest, disbelieving) You taught Ludo how to make toast. Right.
Jo: No, look! He made toast!
Gabriel: Not coming out. Too cold.
(She shifts position. Jareth twitches and starts blushing. Jo takes the toast from Ludo, sits down next to Jareth, and offers him the toast. He blinks.)
Jareth: Thank you.
(He eats the toast.)
Jareth: (deadpan) It's furry.
Gabriel: (muffled) Can I have a piece?
Jo: Sure!
(Gabriel sticks a hand out from under the covers, grabs a slice of toast, and drags it back under. Munching sounds come from somewhere around Jareth's ribcage.)
Jareth: (abruptly) Watch the crumbs!
Gabriel: (muffled) If you don't want crumbs there, keep your hips away from my face.
(Jo's eyebrows fly up. She stares at Jareth. He blushes.)
Jareth: Look, it's uncomfortable, ok?
Jo: (shrugging) You've got a meeting in a few minutes. Want me to do it? I've already done four.
Jareth: (choking) Four?
Jo: Yeah!
Jareth: (calming down) No. No. Just send them in here.
Jo: ...what about Gabriel?
Gabriel: (muffled) I'm not leaving!
Jo: (coaxing) If you come to my nice warm kitchen, I'll make you some croissants!
Gabriel: No. I'm staying right here. I'm warm. If I get up, I'll be cold.
Jo: Jareth has to do his work, though.
Gabriel: He can do it with me here, 'cause I'm not leaving.
Jo: Ok...Jareth, mind if I go to the Firey Forest?
Jareth: (relieved) Sure. As long as you don't try to negotiate for me. Sure.
Gabriel: (muffled) I like it here. It's warm.
(Jareth twitches. Jo disappears in a puff of illogic.)
Jareth: Ok. What do I do now?
Gabriel: As long as you're there, will you pass me some more toast?
Jareth: Sure.
(He passes her some toast. She eats it.)
Jareth: We're out of toast...Ludo? Toast?
Ludo: No. Jareth not Ludo friend. Jo Ludo friend. Jareth insult Ludo.
Gabriel: (suddenly) Tickle!
Jareth: AH! No! No tickle!
(Three days pass. Jareth and Gabriel are still in bed. The goblins have been bringing them more toast and bacon.)
(Fourth day. Jo shows up, dressed like a Firey. She looks at Jareth.)
Jo: Anything interesting happen while I was gone? (winkwinknudgenudge)
Gabriel: Heehee...he couldn't get a cold shower!
(Jo's eyebrow rise slowly. She starts chanting something under her breath. Jareth throws the toast rack at her.)
Jo: Hey!
Jareth: (blushing) I did not!
Gabriel: No, they actually look-mmf!
(She is abruptly cut off as Jareth's hand shoots under the covers to cover up her mouth.)
Jo: I'm going to go take a nap.
(She stumbles off to the staircase room, trips, and falls asleep on Ludo. Jareth yelps and pulls his hand back out from under the covers.)
Jareth: Biting is not good! Bad Gabriel! No biting!
Gabriel: Hmph.