"Oh dear God."

Sarah was hyperventilating and there was no one to help her. She could never tell her friends - if they knew what she had drawn in the first place she would have fallen over dead in mortification. No, she could never ask them to retrieve the piece of paper from the Goblin King. She would have to do it herself, but how?

She narrowed her eyes dangerously on the goblin that still stood before her, doubled over in laughter at the chaos he had unleashed.

"You." She glared and seized him by the tail, snatching him up in the air once again. Sarah hardly cared that he hit his head on the ground as she flipped him upside down. He deserved it in her opinion.

"Hey, now!" The goblin scowled.

"You're gonna bring back that piece of paper before he sees it, or so help me-"

"-I's not your servant," the goblin cried, kicking his legs and flailing in the air.

"Oh-" his furry foot made contact with her face and she stretched her arm further away, ignoring the pain, "You're about to be."

"Yous got nothin' on me!"

"Oh, really?" Sarah looked up in thought, debating the best tactic; bribe the goblin or scare him?

He continued kicking and squirming in anger for minutes, before stilling as he huffed and gave up in exhaustion.

"If you give me the picture back… I'll give you ten cartons of ice cream." Sarah decided the best way to go was bribery, that way he would have to come back.

"Hmmm…" The goblin pretended to ponder the mouth-watering bait, even going as far as to scratch his chin and raise a scraggly eyebrow. "Four cartons of ice cream and yous have yourself a deal."

Sarah was not sure how well his counting and bargaining skills were, but she was not about to argue.

"Four?" She gasped, glad for the years of acting classes she had taken in high school.

"Four is my finals offer! Takes it or leaves it, lady." The goblin declared with a stubborn pout.

"Alright, alright, I concede." She pretended to relent.

Sarah let him down gently to the floor, and he straightened himself and glared at her with contempt.

"Yous knows how hard it is ta get things back from Kingy?" He frowned at her.

"Oh, believe me. I surely do."

The goblin sighed and Sarah felt a little bad for him. Although, he had gotten into this situation himself.

"What's your name, anyways?" She asked.

"Gus."

"Alright, Gus. You and I have a deal." Sarah began, "You need to get that picture back before he sees it, or no ice cream for you." She finished sternly.

He grumbled.

"What was that?" She asked in a tone much like a scolding parent.

"I says, 'fine!" He stomped his foot.

Mumbling to himself once again, the goblin turned to leave. Sarah rolled her eyes in irritation at his ill-temper.

As he began to vanish before her eyes, she quickly called out for him to wait.

"And find out if he has any of my missing bras, too!"

Gus waved her off, grumpily, before he finally disappeared from sight with a loud 'pop'.

"Gives the picture back, finds my bras!" Gus mimicked in the ugliest voice he could make, "Or so help me's!" The goblin snarled.

That lady was nothing but trouble to please.

He scowled and made another turn in the long corridor. The labyrinth had been built to protect the goblin city, and the castle had been built to protect the king; therefore, it was not much different than navigating the labyrinth.

Gus froze as he heard voices coming from the end of the hall. Quickly, he hid in one of the many decorative, stone alcoves of the castle corridors.

He stayed silent as a few goblins quickly ran past him with frightened expressions, and after a few seconds a group of chickens hastily chased after them, clucking in anger.

Gus shook his head with pity.

"Not the Pin the Feather on the Chicken game." He muttered to himself, "Never that game - ends bad."

Eventually, Gus weaved his way through the long, empty and stony corridors to the towering doors of the king's chambers.

He gulped as he looked up at the wooden, large entrance. Nothing good ever happened to goblins that went in there.

Shaking, the goblin used his magic to transport himself into the Goblin King's room. He had been appointed to the position of a spy a few years ago. Nothing too serious, it was mostly following that stupid mortal girl around and reporting what he saw to the king, but because of this he had been granted certain abilities that some goblins lack. Such as transporting short distances and in-between realms.

Convenient, really.

He let out a relieved breath once he appeared inside the King's room. No one else was here and it looked as if the king would not be back for a couple of hours. He usually held his important meetings around this time.

The room was large and magnificent with dark hues of red strung throughout with excellent taste. Dark cherry wood made up the furniture, and torches poured light dimly into the air.

Gus ignored the large bed in the corner of the room out of jealousy. He slept on a stack of hay and the king had plush, red pillows and sheets layered on a bed that could hold ten goblins. The goblin shook his head, trying to focus his mind and remember why he was here.

His beady eyes narrowed on the King's cherry, wood desk that stood next to a couple bookshelves. He was sure he had sent the picture in this general direction, although it had been hard to focus at that time. Gus growled, remembering the stupid mortal that had stepped on his poor tail. Subconsciously, the goblin held onto his tail, giving it reassuring pets as he hobbled to the desk.

There the picture lay, and Gus could not help but feel pride at himself. In a time of panic he had still managed to focus enough to perfectly send the picture exactly where he wanted it with his magic.

Now perching upon the desk with the picture in hand, Gus froze as he felt the sign of magic in the air. Teleportation magic.

Gus leaped off of the desk and dove underneath one of the many luxurious, red velvet chairs in the king's chambers; this time remembering to keep his tail out of sight.

Clutching the picture desperately, Gus watched frightfully as the king manifested in his chambers with a wary expression on his face. With a certain exhaustion that the king only ever showed alone, he straightened his magnificent, intimidating cape and fixed his hair into top, poofy shape.

The Goblin King walked with confidence to his bookshelf and searched for a book, peevishly muttering to himself. His gloved hand traced the the titles of the books before stopping on one that Gus had been sure said, 'How to Please the Goblin Crowd'.

Jareth pulled out the book and flipped to a page that had a bookmark in it. He studied it for a few minutes before nodding to himself, unaware that Gus was uncomfortably stuck in hiding, and sticking it back into its original spot.

The king froze before he made his way to the chamber doors, no doubt sensing magic had recently been used. He looked around with a raised eyebrow, before growling the word, "Goblins," and turning to leave with distaste written on his face.

Once he left, Gus let out a sigh of relief and began searching for the other objects Sarah had asked him for.

This stupid mortal girl was going to be the death of him.

A short appearance of our much loved Goblin King. Don't worry, we'll see much more of him later... Because -uh- that's kind of how romance works, right? I don't know these things...

Also, a reappearance of our goblin friend Gus, who seems to make a cameo in all of my fics, and was first written in my first one-shot Goblins Are Not the Same as Gremlins. I can't help it, I really love Gus. He always seems to find a way to bring Jareth and Sarah together...

Disclaimer: I don't own the Labyrinth, but I do own a nice imagination that conjures up story plots such as these. So who's the real winner here?

I want to thank everyone that reviewed. This story will mainly be fluffiness, and the only drama that will happen will probably be about the circulation of poor Sarah's drawing. Thanks for reading. The next chapter will be out whenever I feel like it... so, keep an eye out.

Hope you enjoyed. :)