#4 Envy by Pika-la-Cynique a picture of 4 goblins with things stuffed in their pants, with Jareth's boots visible right beside them
It was a quiet day in the Goblin City. There hadn't been a runner in months and the King was happy as could be now that the Lady Sarah had accepted his advances. The goblins were certain it would be long until there was a royal wedding and a Goblin Prince or Princess was sure to follow soon after.
While the King was off visiting his lady, four goblins were lounging around the throne room, being bored.
"This boring." Frik sighed.
"Yea," agreed Squib.
"Too bad Kingy not here," commented Lug. "He could sings and we dance."
"Why we needs Kingy for thats though?" Asked Twig. "We can dance."
"But it more funs when Kingy sings," Sqib argued.
"Then one of us has to be Kingy." Twig smiled, proud of his brilliant idea.
"We can't be Kingy!" Frik protested.
"Yea we too shorts," Lug added.
"And no gots Kingy's voice," Frik said.
"We can pretend to be Kingy for the day and has fun," Twig assured them. "Come on!"
The three goblins shrugged and followed Twig to the kitchen. "First we has to look likes Kingy." Twig explained as he grabbed a bunch of fruit and stuffed them in his pants. Soon his pants were bulging with fruit and the others laughed. "See, we can has fun without Kingy."
The other three nodded and grabbed fruit and stuffed their pants as well. Finding the fruit to be uncomfortable, Lug and Frik went and gathered socks to stuff in their pants instead. When they all returned to the throne room, other goblins had wandered in and they laughed at the four as they began to dance around, fruit falling out of their pants and socks that weren't tucked in completely waving around. Squib grabbed a feather duster and stuck it on his head so he had hair like Kingy.
Soon the whole throne room was dancing and singing a horrible rendition of Magic Dance, as most didn't know the lyrics.
The four that started it all were having so much fun they never noticed when the room got quiet or that the others had suddenly fled the room. Frik turned around, shaking his hips so the sock hanging from his pants was spinning like a helicopter blade. He stopped when he saw a familiar part of boots walk towards him.
Looking up he saw a very annoyed Jareth with his arms crossed over his chest. Slowly Frik began pulling the socks from his pants as he tried to smile innocently at his King.
Lug flopped on the floor and stuck a hand in his pants to adjust his sock collection. "How Kingy do this all day?" He questioned.
Sqib pulled an apple from his pants and held it in his hand like Jareth did with crystals. "Kingy has years of practice."
Twig nodded and hopped around watching the fruit in his pants bounce around.
"Are you idiots implying that I stuff things in my pants?" Jareth asked.
"Kingy!" Shouted the three that hadn't seen him.
They tried to quickly remove the fruit from their pants but stopped when they saw his glare. "We was just trying to has fun, Kingy," Twig told him.
"We was bored withouts you." Sqib grinned.
"And your solution was to impersonate me and cause such a ruckus that may have woken the dead from their graves?" Jareth demanded as he tapped his foot impatiently.
Giggling came from behind the King and it was then that the four noticed Lady Sarah in the doorway. They waved to her with giant grins on their faces. Sarah walked in and looked them over. "Relax, Jareth. They were just playing around."
"You find this all funny, Precious?"
"Yes," she replied as she wrapped her arms around his waist and rest her head on his shoulder. "You have to admit for goblins, they are quite creative. And the way you flaunt yourself its no surprise they stuffed their pants like that." She kissed his cheek and looked at the four little goblins. "You should be flattered. They were determined to get your image correct."
Sighing, Jareth wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Very well, love. I shall forgive them, this time. But keep the noise down, you miscreants. I'd like to enjoy a quiet lunch in the gardens with our Lady."
"Okay, Kingy!" The four shouted.
Sarah pulled away from Kareth and knelt in front of the little goblins. "I like the use of the feather duster." She commented as she picked up one of the discarded apples. "It's ok to have fun but remember to be respectful of the rest of the Kingdom. Not everyone appreciates goblin singing." She patted all four on their heads and then stood up.
Jareth held his arm out to her and she took it happily. Together they headed to the gardens and the goblins just stood there and watched them.
"Lady going to be good Queenie." Twig stated.
"Yea," Lug agreed. "Kingy be in even better moods once she comes to stay."
Sqib took the feather duster off his head and looked around. "We should cleans up mess to thanks Lady. She stopped Kingy from being mads."
The others nodded and cleaned up the mess they made and returned the fruit and socks to where they found them. All was good in the Kingdom, though for a week the King avoided eating any fruit from the kitchens.