Send in the Clones Ohhh, my own privet chapter, let the madness begin! (did I mention, I particularly *hate* clones? ) I was just sitting in my bedroom one day, minding my own business, when I heard my beaded curtain jingle. "Kira, stay out!" I yelled. "Silly dog." "I am most definitely *not* your dog." Came an indignant voice from the stair well. A very familiar voice. "Jareth, what are you doing here? Come to make a mess of my carpet?" I watched as a familiar mop of blond hair came to view on the stairs. "No...Is this place always so messy?" He asked, surveying his surroundings. I must say, he looked rather silly standing in my room of mis-matched furniture, and half-finished art projects. "Yes it is. Now, why are you here? I certainly didn't call for you. Aren't there some other listians you could go and harass?" "Nope. I'm all yours." He said with a wicked grin. It was then I saw it. "Hey, you're not Jareth...you're one of the clones! I didn't order one of these. What's your return policy?" "Sorry, no returns." "My mom's not going to be happy about this...where am I going to put you?" I searched my room for a suitable hiding spot. Then my eyes lit on the trunk in front of the stair railing. "That's it!" "Weird looking guy... Oh hun?" asked the Jareth clone, dropping one of my David Bowie records. "Hey, watch it! Those things are semi-hard to find in good condition! Now then, come here." "I am the Goblin King, I don't take orders!" "You're only a pathetic copy. Now get your tights clad butt over here!" He obeyed, but only after a bit of grumbling. I held the lid of the trunk open. "Climb in." "There is no way in the Underground I'm getting in there." He planted his feet and crossed his arms stubbornly. "Come on, it's bigger than it looks. It's one of those magic trunks, the ones that look smaller on the outside than they really are. Now march, and maybe I'll let you come out in a little bit." He pouted, but did as I said. "That's a good little Goblin King." I said with a grin. "Hey, there's all ready a guy in here!" "Oh, that's just Armand. Don't mind him." (This is an inside joke, so pay it no mind.) "Now, you boys play nice, I'll be back later...maybe." This could turn out okay, after all. I had some friends who just might pay to borrow Jareth for a while. And now I had a choice between *two* dates for Homecoming. That's my little part. Hope you enjoyed!