The Twelve Labors of Barkis
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I do not own The Corpse Bride. Really short chapter, folks. Sorry!
Chapter Two: The Maggot's Fashion Show
Barkis glared at the slimy green worm. "I am not wearing that! he yelled, knowing it was a lost cause.
"You're in my power, now, Bittern," the maggot told him, grinning wickedly. "I can do what I want with you since it's my turn to have you."
Barkis glanced hastily at the bright firecracker red bikini and high heels. "I take this comes with a blond wig and cherry red lipstick?"
The maggot laughed evilly. "The works."
Barkis began to cry. "Momma!"
"Ladies and gentle ghouls, please welcome Lord Barkis who will be modeling the latest in swim wear from France."
Barkis, with all the works, was shoved onto the walkway, feeling very exposed. "I'm going to get you for this, maggot!" he yelled, amidst all the catcalls and wolf whistles