“Where is the rest of it?” Paris asked.
“And what is your name?” London added.
London had decided to take the goblin to Paris’s and Christine’s room for interrogation.
“Reff,” the sock-hat goblin said, “Mai name iz Reff.”
“Reff,” Christine said sweetly, “That’s a nice name.” Her expression quickly turned dark and humorless as she said, “Now where is the rest of it?”
“Eye don’t haz it!” Reff squeaked.
London paced the floor. “Do you know where the loot is?” she asked.
Reff shook his head.
“How could you not know? You helped steal the stuff, didn’t you?” Paris asked.
“Yez,” Reff answered, “But dey dinnit let me halp carry.”
Paris looked carefully at the sock on Reff’s head and asked, “Did you get that sock from the same apartment as when you snitched a skull?”
“Yez,” Reff said carefully.
Paris snatched the sock off of Reff’s head and turned it upside down, though Reff protested vehemently. She gasped as her phone slid into her hand. “You had my phone!” she shrieked.
Reff hung his head. “Yez,” he whispered.
-
“MY HAT!!!” the 4th Doctor exclaimed, “Thank you!”
Paris waved her hand in dismissal. “Oh, it was nothing,” she said.
London cleared her throat and accused her friend, “YOU weren’t the one who caught him, so how would you know?”
-
“We have to find the other goblins,” Paris whispered to London.
“I know, but how do we do that?” London asked.
Paris’s face lit up as an idea crossed her mind. “I know!” she exclaimed.
-
“Are you sure this is going to work?” London asked.
Paris had set up a crude trap for the goblins. It included a large cardboard box, a plate of cookies, string, and a stick.
“Of course I’m sure this is going to work, Jon does this to Garfield sometimes, doesn’t he?” Paris replied.
“Well, yeah, but Jon usually uses a hamburger, right?” London asked.
A short man with huge eyes and sepia-colored skin walked by; when he heard Paris and London talking he stopped to take in the situation, “The hamburger is the only flaw you see in this plan?”
“Shh!” Paris ordered, seeing two curious shapes coming nearer, “Here they come!”
-
Jareth stood in front of the three goblins with his arms crossed. At his feet sat a box of the stolen items.
“Do you know how much trouble you caused?” he asked, “You should be ashamed of yourselves – resorting to stealing to get what you want! Shameless!”
“So, you admit that giving me a drugged peach in a desperate attempt to stop me was shameless?” Sarah asked.
Jareth stopped and thought a moment. Then he turned to face Sarah. “Sarah,” he began, “I’m shocked. Utterly shocked. I would have thought you would have forgiven me for that that little episode.”
Sarah opened her mouth to protest.
“However, I can see plainly that you will not let go of a grudge, my dear,” Jareth interrupted.
Sarah snapped her mouth shut and she crossed her arms like a stubborn child.
“Now, we must return the stolen items,” London said.
“Now, be nice to the goblins, Jareth,” Paris said as London picked up the box, “Don’t do anything irrational.”
“My dear Paris,” Jareth said, taking a sweeping bow, “I have never done anything irrational in all my life.”
Sarah cleared her throat and glared at the Goblin King.
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Life At Fanwood
FanfictionImagine a place not so far from here and yet so far away - a town called FANWOOD where every storybook and movie character you have ever known lives, breathes, and eats. A place that holds your dreams. And your nightmares. A town where Loki, the god...
