Disclaimer:Don't own Jareth. I'd say Shakespeare own's Puck, but that's not really true. Puck belongs to folklore, Puck being another name for a hobgoblin. His other common name was Robin, the Goodfellow being added as a means of the speaker to direct Puck's mischief towards someone else. So, yeah, Puck really belongs to English and Celtic folklore, though I do claim him as a my great great uncle. *G*
Puck barely stiffled a snicker as he snuck into Jareth's quarters. As he pulled out his supplies, he wondered how Jareth was going to like his new look when he awoke in the morning.
The first thing Puck did was to place dark strips of cloth, soaked in black permanent hair-dye, on Jareth's hair, so that his hair would look striped black and blond.
The second thing Puck did was to take out a large thing of henna paste. Magical henna paste, that would last for ages. He dripped it in weird patterns on Jareth's exposed skin, grateful the Goblin King was a heavy sleeper.
Finally, he snuck into the bathroom, putting pink lemonade Kool-Aid mix into the shower-head. This little prank was all too perfect. Finishing setting up, Puck dissappeared, going to another part of the Underground to watch the chaos the next morning with a 'borrowed' crystal.
~Next Morning~
Jareth awoke slowly, lazily, as was his custom. However, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted...black hair? WTF? He dashed into the shower quickly, hoping to wash it out before too much damage was done. Unfortunately for Jareth's ego, it was too late. And now, his hair was striped black and pink.
He quickly stepped out to get dressed, and found nothing but...sari's. He chose a black one, edged with silver, grabbed his riding crop, then finally looked in the mirror.
There was no mistake.
Jareth, King of the Goblins and Lord Protector of the Underground, looked like a complete and total idiot! His Glitterness was not happy at all. "PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!"
Jareth's scream could be heard throughout the Underground, but Puck was not about to go near Jareth while he was angry. Besides, he was having too much fun as it was. He'd wait a while, he decided, as he went back to laughing hystericaly.
Finis