...and a step to the right?
Sing it with me, Sister!
That was a lovely wedding 
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Awwww!!!! Finally, after thousands of dynastys, Agnes gets a happy ending. 
Truly, Agnes has finally gotten what she deserves after all this time! Awesome Tia!
Yay, you're back. I didn't comment before but I love Labyrinth (watched it again recently ^_^) and I'm over the moon that Agnes gets a happy ending for once =]
Thanks, gang! I was impressed that Agnes singlehandedly set up the Ambrosia for pretty much the whole dynasty. What a woman! And let's face it, we all love our Aggie!
Chapter Fifteen - Everybody's changingIt wasn't that the house was too quiet after Agnes' passing. It was as loud as a house with an opinionated Goblin King, a ticked off Opera Ghost, a gregarious witch throwing potions willy nilly and an Arlo could be. It was more subtle, the lack of a perfume, the unconscious waiting for a laugh that didn't come. But the dynasty trundled on as best it could.
"Make sure you get my good side, Jareth," Erik told him.
"Oh, wait, I don't have one!" Erik muttered to Mag.
"You take yourself much to seriously, Erik." Jareth replied. "Once you're big enough to reach the piano keys, you'll forget all about this."
"Oh, no, I won't, will I, Mag," Erik said.
"You're a handsome enough lad," Gytha told him, as she rocked him to sleep the night before his birthday. "Worrying it to death won't help anyone. Do you want Our Arlo to start thinking there's something wrong with the way he looks?"
"Wait, what?" Erik said sleepily. "I think the world of Arlo, he knows that."
"Then stop your fussing, my lad."
Gytha popped in to wish Erik a happy birthday before she left for work. Jareth and Arlo celebrated with him, and Erik made a mad dash for the mirror.
"Cute as a button," Gytha told him when she got in that night. She threw potions at Arlo and Jareth before settling in her rocker to read her cookbook again. Erik got into bed and slept soundly until dawn, when he set his plan in motion.
Mag was happy to be animated and after scolding Erik for taking his temper out on her by bashing her when she'd been in doll form...
"I couldn't help it," Erik told her. "I never wanted to, I just wanted to sing, but somehow ended up chewing your ear or smashing you on the floor. It wasn't me, I promise you."
"Just see that it doesn't happen again," Mag said. "Because I will wipe the floor with you."
Erik quickly changed the topic to music and spent most of the day chatting with Mag. He didn't even bother to get out of his pjs.
Jareth came looking for him.
"Erik? Why are you pillow fighting with yourself? How does that work?"
But by the end of the day, Erik and Mag were ready.
"Whoa!" Tia yelled. "I've never seen this before! It's awesome!"
"And you've got a hat! Oh, you're too cute for words!"
"Please, Tia, contain yourself," Mag said. Then she grinned at Erik. "Let's go see the Goblin King."
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"Jareth, it was the strangest thing, on the way home I had this urge to stop and buy bunkbeds. Do you know what that's about?"
"Mind Peggy the Dark, Gytha. That makes three goblins that have found me so far."
"Them's gnomes, Jareth, garden gnomes."
"When we get to five, I'm going to order the minion to build a throne room."
"Bunkbeds?" she asked.
"Right, that. Our precocious Phantom has taken matters into his own little hands. He got a call through to Sarah, while he was still toddling about in nappies, I might add."
"How?" she asked.
"Arlo. It seems that he will do anything the pint sized menace suggests. As I mentioned, he got Sarah on the phone, and told her in no uncertain terms that he would not marry anything I brought home." He shrugged. "Sarah has allowed him to choose his own spouse."
"And he's found her already?" Gytha asked, grinning.
"This is where it gets diabolical. That little rag doll he was always drooling on? He had Arlo mix up some concoction to bring it to life. And not just any old life, no, he's brought Miss Magdalen over."
"What? Blind Mag?" Gytha's grin got even wider.
"In the flesh, so to speak. Since she's not blind, we're just calling her Mag."
"She's a lovely girl, Jareth. And that's one less sucker you have to find," she pointed out.
"Nicely put, Gytha. And thus, the bunkbeds. She's in the nursery if you want to say hello."
"It's good to see you again, Mag," Gytha told her.
"You're looking well, Mrs Ogg," Mag replied. "Younger than I thought you were, though."
Gytha shrugged. "It'll wear off soon enough. And call me Gytha. Are you settling in alright? Anything you need?"
"Arlo and the Goblin King have been most accommodating." Mag said. "Arlo has given me my lessons for school today so I will be ready to start Monday with a good grade. And yet, I have this longing to set a booby trap for the Goblin King in the shower."
"Ah, you've picked up the rebellious trait, then," Gytha nodded. "Best to just go with it, my girl. It'll make you happier and give us all a few good laughs."
"I'll have to wait until the one Erik has set has detonated, then," Mag said. "Do you care for Karaoke, Gytha?"
