Scene 3
Give Me the Coffee And No One Get's Hurt
She had fallen asleep on the couch.
After watching Clue and then old episodes of I Love Lucy Sarah had drifted off to sleep, full of ponderings and musings. Goblins had been stealing her underwear. Or had that been that they were selling them? She had been stunned, but oddly enough not very upset. With a flamboyant, makeup wearing king it was little wonder that the goblins were into women's underwear. Of course he had always looked pretty fabulous… Drowsily she smiled and rolled onto her side.
Something poked her gently on the nose.
Opening one eye she was confronted with a pair of eyes scrutinizing her from behind a pair of dainty spectacles. The goblins had returned. Her one eye slid shut again, resulting in another poke. "Miss!" whispered the goblin. "Miss Sarah!"
"Wwwhat?" she demanded feeling a bit cheated for this confrontation to be happening before her morning coffee.
"I am here to ask your permission."
She grunted.
"Your permission about your underwear."
Forcing air through her lips, she made an odd vibrating sound.
The goblin continued speaking. Maybe she needed to be reminded of last night's conversation. "See I have Meep here with me and she is in need of a new vest."
Both of her eyes slid open. A red haired goblin had joined Mr. Spectacles.
The goblin continued, "And we would be ever so much in your debt if you would grant us permission to use one of your lovely clothing items-,"
"Coffee!" she interjected sitting up.
"Pardon?"
"Coffee first then negotiations."
"Well Dink is all ready in the kitchen…But Miss Sarah-," She stumbled away from him.
Very few goblins were as refined as Mr. Spectacles. He knew this. He kept his nose pickings to him self, tucked away in a pocket for later use; he knew how to compliment a chicken to coerce it into performing, and he never, ever, touched caffeine. His fellow goblins though were not quite so advanced. The kitchen was an active example of why it was important to abstain from caffeinated beverages. He just hoped Miss. Sarah would be able to handle the situation.
They had raided her refrigerator, gone through her cabinets, and learned how to use various kitchen appliances. She raised her eye brows regarding the scene through hooded eyes that had yet to shake off her sleep. A goblin was perched on her counter top kneeling next to her blender. A half melted container of vanilla ice cream sat on one side and a bag of coffee beans on the other. He had finally figured out that in order to successfully blend one had to secure the lid before hitting the power switch. He shook, unsteady from having eaten a few handfuls of raw coffee beans, secured the lid, and turned the machine on. Proudly he watched his concoction swirl. "Dink!" hissed Mr. Spectacles in disapproval.
"Oh! Hello! Breakfast is almost ready," he informed them calmly.
She scanned the counter- nothing else other than ice cream and coffee had gone into the machine.
Mr. Spectacles slapped his forehead and rolled his eyes.
Dink retrieved two cups, poured the mixture, and climbed down off the counter. "Here lady!" he offered one of the cups to Sarah.
Her body cried out in joy at the expectation of caffeine. With a drowsy shrug, she drank. It was safe- vanilla flavored coffee. "Not bad," she commented.
"Thanks!"
"Now please Miss. Sarah about the vest," began Mr. Spectacles.
She moved to the table before answering. Tossing aside a head of lettuce she sat down. "Ah, yes, you were asking permission… something to do with my underwear?"
"Yes! Meep here is in need of a new vest."
She took another drink. "So last night wasn't a dream? You all really do wear my underwear?"
"Underwear in general serves as a wonderful accessory. We'll be needing your pink pair."
"Ooo, pink will look quite fetching on Meep," commented Dink.
Sarah watched as the goblin retrieved the now soup-y ice cream and slurped it out of the container. He offered it to his companions.
"I have a royal affair to attend and the pink will off set my outfit."
"Wait, the only pink one I have is a thong," interrupted Sarah. "I'm not sure I like the idea of you sporting my thong at a royal goblin gathering."
At those words Meep's eyes turned round and glossy. The expression reminded Sarah of a cartoon kitten or puppy character on the verge of tears. The goblin sniffed.
"All right, all right, don't start crying! All right! You can have my pink thong. Please, there, there don't cry."
"Hooray!" the three cried in unison. Leaving the kitchen in its war zone state, the goblins turned and scrambled down the hall to retrieve the oh, so special clothing item. She then heard the closet door open and slam shut.
With the caffeine now carousing through her veins she wasn't sure if she had made such a wise decision.