From: Stacy Barrington <palomino1975@y...>
Date: Wed Jan 29, 2003 3:39 pm
Subject: Trading Spaces Underground (Part Three)




Sorry it took so long to send this in. More to
come, I promise!


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(*Jareth's throne room. Paige is watching Frank and
his team scrub the walls and floor.*)

PAIGE: So how's it going, you guys?

FRANK: Don't ask. We may lose one whole day just
cleaning up in here.

PAIGE: Can't you just start decorating parts of the
room while you're cleaning?

FRANK: Doesn't look like it.

HOGGLE: It took us at least an hour to catch all
the chickens and put them outside.

PAIGE: What about the goblins?

SIR DIDYMUS: It was easy to remove them, my lady.
We merely threatened to bathe them and they fled in
terror.

PAIGE: Frank, just how much more time will it take
to clean up?

FRANK: (*Getting fed up with Paige's nagging.*)
Well, it'll take a lot less time if you're not here.

PAIGE: (*Insulted.*) I can always dock some of
your budget for this episode, buddy!

HOGGLE: Hey, missy, give him a break. There's
grime caked everywhere, not to mention chicken and
goblin turds. Why don't you clean that part for us if
you think we're taking too long?

PAIGE: (*Getting visibly ill.*) Um, take your
time. There's still another day.


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(*Meanwhile in Hoggle's home, Jareth and Sarah are
putting up the moss print wallpaper border, after
having put the mud and lime green paint all over the
walls.*)

DOUG: Hey, this looks great, you two. (*He's lying
on a cot, sipping a cup of herbal tea while his team
are working their butts off.*) Oops, looks like you
missed a spot of paint there, Jareth.

JARETH: (*Turning several shades of red with anger,
he goes over to Doug.*) Listen, mortal. Sarah and I
have done all of the work while you remain idle,
sipping a cup of tea. If we missed a spot, why don't
you get up and fix it yourself?

DOUG: What, and let my tea get cold? (*Jareth
snatches the cup out of Doug's hands and then roughly
picks him up by the shirt front, shaking him like a
dish towel.*)

JARETH: Either you get off your arse and help us,
or I'll dip your face in that dung brown paint and
fill in the spot on the wall with it. Understood?

DOUG: (*Gulping.*) Sure, why not? I can always
have more tea later.

SARAH: Not on our time you won't.

DOUG: (*Jareth still has him by the shirt front so
he changes his mind about snapping at Sarah.*) Sure,
whatever.

JARETH: On your feet, maggot. (*He drops Doug on
the floor, who barely manages to avoid falling over.*)


SARAH: I only hope this color scheme will be what
Hoggle wants.

JARETH: (*He goes over to Sarah and starts flirting
while Doug fills in the empty spot on the wall with
paint.*) Well, I have an idea of something I want.

SARAH: (*Blushing.*) Oh, I don't know. I like
you, but I don't think we should do anything right
now.

JARETH: Don't worry, we'll be secretive. Let's go
into the broom closet.

(*As Jareth and Sarah run into the broom closet,
they leave Doug behind to work on the walls.*)

DOUG: Hey, where did everyone go? Oh, shit. That
means I actually have to work.


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Poor Doug. Will he really be able to stand up to
doing minor labor? Let's find out when the next part
of Trading Spaces Underground comes up.