They came up the pipes for the bowl by the door. The one with the good stuff in it. That was the entire plan and it was a fine plan.
What they found instead was a second bowl. Porcelain. Cold. Full of water. And to a goblin, that is a jacuzzi. Word went out — word always goes out — and within the hour there were nine of them in that bathroom, one in the sink refusing to come down, and the big one had got into the shampoos.
The pail by the door did get tipped over eventually. On the way out. Almost as an afterthought.
The plan was candy. The bathroom was better. That's goblins.
