Subject: [labyfic] The Gobfather
Date: Wednesday, May 26, 1999 10:27 AM

Tip for the day: Jeff Foxworthy is NOT part of a balanced breakfast

The Gobfather

The dwarf took a breath and crept into the darkened room. Shadows fell
across the heavy oak desk, and the man behind it. Jareth absently stroked a
chicken nestled in his lap. Motioning the dwarf forward, he held out his
amulet, and the dwarf kissed it reverently.

"Thank you for inviting me here on the day of your godson's bris. And may
his first son have horns and a tail." The dwarf intoned. He had been
practicing that all morning.

"What can I do for you today?" Jareth rasped. "You'll have to forgive me. I
seem to have laryngitis"

"Your Majesty. I've come to request a favor." The dwarf stammered.

"A favor? I've been your king for three hundred and seven years. And never
once in this time have you even offered to polish my balls, make me bog
soup, play Monopoly with me, or tattoo "Jerry Lewis Saves" on my buttocks.
What is this insult you have offered me?" The chicken rolled over on it's
back for more attention.

"Oh please, have mercy, Your Majesty. I did not mean to offend." The dwarf
blubbered. "I need your help."

"What problems are you having, my friend?"

"Mildew, Your Majesty."

"Mildew?"

"My shower is full of mildew. Oh, I've tried everything. It won't go AWAY."
He was sobbing now.

Jareth reached into his desk and pulled out a bottle, tossing it to the
dwarf. "Try this. And the day may come when I call upon you for a favor.
When it does, I hope I can count on you to come through."

"Oh, yes, Your Majesty. I promise." He kissed the amulet again and fled the
room.

Jareth watched him leave. His godson had finally stopped screaming. It did
bring back such lovely memories of his own bris. Smiling to himself, he
touched his scar. And then reached for a throat drop.