Disclaimer: We still don't own Labyrinth despite claims made by foreign nations bent on world domination. Or maybe that was just the voices in our head that sounds like Jareth...shrugs shoulder Ah well, Jim "Lucky" Henson still owns it.
Chapter 2-
Suddenly the lightening flashed.
"It's raining?" Shannon asked.
"I guess." said Mayleene.
"But it's the middle of summer," Christy protested.
Suddenly the windows on the front of Mayleene's house began to rattle. The three gasped and they rushed into the den. Shannon peeled back the curtains and they all gaped at the white barn owl flapping against the window.
A whirling sensation overtook them and when they stopped moving, they stood on a hill overlooking a large stone maze.
"Holy moley!" exclaimed Mayleene.
"You mean holy sh-" began Christy.
"Shitake mushrooms?" asked a voice behind them. It was a males voice, thick with the British accent.
"Jareth?" gasped Mayleene and Christy at the same time. They turned and saw Jareth with a goblin who was holding shitake mushrooms.
"You're him aren't you?" asked Shannon.
"You're the Goblin King," said Mayleene.
"And damn you look hot!" cried Christy.
Jareth looked surprised, yet pleased by her words. He straightened himself, obviously proud.
"Yes I am."
"Do it please," smiled Mayleene. Shannon looked at her, very confused.
"Oh, alright," smiled Jareth. He grabbed a crystal from mid air and began to play with it. Christy and Mayleene both squealed and the three contented themselves with watching his hand for a moment. "Now considering you wished yourselves away, you can't run the labyrinth-" Jareth began.
"Besides the fact that we know it inside out," interrupted Christy, indicating herself and Mayleene.
"That too. So why don't you three come up to my castle for the thirteen hours?" he asked. The three looked at each other then back at Jareth.
"Yes!"