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A/N - Oh my God! I never thought that would go down well and yet I get six reviews. Thank you so much.
Paul P.S. Sullivan - Yes, well you'll have to thank Daemon Faerie Queen for that joke. Good thing she thought of it too because it was a stroke of genius.
The Eskimo - Yes I did intend the title to be that way, it was a play on words.
Morrigana - cool word, atwitter. Mind if I use it later on? Cool name too, my cat's called Morrigana.
Hippie99 - Am I really that predictable or was everyone thinking about throwing him out the window?
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Dawn1 - Thank you too. I'm glad I broke your routine.
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Out of the many things he was planning to do that day, Jareth, the Goblin King, had not expected to be woken up at six in the morning with an army of Goblins laying siege to his bedroom. A little annoyed by the intrusion he flung the door open and gave the Goblin army one of his most menacing glares.
"And just what time do you call this!" he shouted angrily "I ought to send you all to the Bog of Eternal Stench for this interruption!" when they didn't react he called for desperate measures and was about to pull out one of his crystal balls when… oh crap where were they…?
"Lookingk for these?" said one of the creatures and held up what he was indeed searching for, Jareth recognised him as his butler. What was his name? Morris? Doris? The little Goblin laughed maniacally and started juggling the flawless orbs and dancing a merry little jig which only lasted a few seconds because he nearly dropped them. "Oh damn it!" he said "I knew I should have practised that more! Anyvay! Vithout these trinkets you are nothingk but a mere mortal! Ve are now the rulers of this land. Prepare to die!"
Jareth was momentarily stunned. This was not good. Soon it dawned in the poor Goblin King that an army of a thousand or so rabid Goblins were coming right for him but it was too late! He was mercilessly carried across the room and roughly chucked out the window screaming like a little girl.
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Out of the many things she was planning to do that day, Cynthia, the royal PR Guru, had not expected to be woken up at six in the morning by a lot of shouting and girly screaming. It seemed to be coming from a few floors above her and after poking her head out of her bedroom window she was astonished to find her employer hurtling out of one of the windows and grab her arm as he fell. She screamed loudly with shock and from the pain that the unexpected weight had caused.
"Quick! They're after me! Pull me in!" shouted Jareth and with a large adrenalin rush and a lot of heaving the young woman obeyed.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed as she finally pulled the terrified Goblin King inside. "I think you dislocated my shoulder! What the hell happened up there?"
"They! They were! Oh my God, Cynthia! They were! The Goblins were revolting!" came her reply.
"I know. No need to get personal."
"No! Somehow they've banded together and started a rebellion! It was horrible. They took my balls and through me out the window."
"They castrated you?" cried Cynthia.
"No my crystal balls, but they might as well have. I'm powerless without those things." Jareth moaned.
"Well surely you must have some magic left! If the Goblins are rebelling then we have to get out of here!" shouted Cynthia. "A charm, a spell, a card trick, anything!"
"Of Course!" Jareth shouted suddenly. "You little genius, you know this is the reason I pay you so much money to talk to the press for me. I always mince my words when I have to do it and you know what those freaks from the Goblin Gazette are like…."
"Well, what is it?" said Cynthia.
"What is what?"
"Your ingenious idea." said Cynthia slightly annoyed.
"Oh yes. My pendant! it's the only thing that can take me to the Aboveworld! I can escape!"
"Well, that's a great plan your madge but what about me?" cried Cynthia angrily.
"They've got nothing against you. It's me they're after! I need you to do something more important." said Jareth. "I need you to ride to the neighbouring kingdom of Korvette and get help from my cousin, the Monarch formally known as Prince. He'll be able to raise an army and rescue my kingdom."
"Erm… That wasn't in my job description." said Cynthia.
"You must! The fate of the Labyrinth is in your hands!" cried Jareth. "Tell him to contact me when you get there. I'll be lying low in the Aboveworld but he'll know how to find me. Good luck, my dear!" the crescent of his pendant glowed like Chernobyl on a dark night and the Goblin King began to fade away into the ether, leaving his stunned employee behind. She quickly began packing in preparation for her escape mumbling "I'd better be getting a pay rise for this."