Sarah felt that something was up. She had arrived in the Labyrinth, and she had yet to find a single goblin. It was quiet and for some reason, it had her scared. So scared she almost skipped setting up her prank.
“Jareth!” she shouted as she wandered the castle’s halls. She poked her head in his room and found the glittery git face down on the four post bed. “Jareth,” poke-poke-poke, “Goblin King?”
“Kingy under spell,” squeaked a tiny goblin.
Sarah blinked. “Spell?”
“Sleepy spell. Boss-lady has to give smooches to wake him,” it answered.
Sarah glanced at Jareth’s face, noticing a not so subtle quirk of his lips. She sat down and tapped his nose lightly.
“I glued chicken feathers to your throne,” she said.
The fae poofed away instantly a faint, “Sarah!” vibrated through the castle. She shamelessly fell backwards laughing.