Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Jim Henson Productions or the Labyrinth or Mr. David Bowie's very fine self.
Part One: a familiar begining...
Jareth sprawled in elegant boredom on his throne tapping impatiently on his boot with his long black riding crop. Around him the gnarled, twisted and just fantastic figures of the goblins cavorted in their daily regime of excess and debauchery. A small cheer went up as yet another keg of goblin ale was tapped.
One of the black chickens that infested the place like rats squawked across the room to the accompanying laughter of the small group tormenting her. With a casual flick of the wrist and an idle thought Jareth loosed a marble sized crystal after the bird. She swelled to the alarming size of a large dog, turned, and charged her suddenly now aghast pursuers. Furiously she chased them several times around the room. The chamber exploded with mirth as the few runners took refuge on various narrow ledges around the irregularly shaped audience chamber.
Suddenly Jareth jerked up straight raising his black-gloved hands for silence. A hush surrounded the mercurially tempered king as the goblins immediately fell silent as he bent his head as if to better hear the far away voice speaking. Slowly he stood a frown of concentration on his pale face the voice was far, so very far away, yet closer than your next breath, the voice hesitant and choked as though on a sob whispered, "I wish… I wish the goblins would come and take you away… right now."
Jareth's smile was a sly satisfied smirk as he clapped his hands together.
"Done!" he exclaimed.
Suddenly but for the black-feathered residents the room was empty.