Ash and the Beanstalk (revised) - Part 4

After a long trek over the hedges, Ash, Alex and Marty finally reached the castle.  It was an enormous site to see.  The steps at the front door were so tall that the three travelers couldn’t see over them.
“Man, the mortgage on this place must be more than even Richie Rich can afford, “said Marty.
“That voice sounds louder,” said Ash.  He looked all around, trying to see where it was coming from.
“Over there!” Alex said as he pointed to an open cellar window.  The three of them peeked in through the window and saw standing on a large, vertically poised rum barrel a young woman with a gold harp attached to her back.  Her long dress glimmered like diamonds in the sun.  She had curly brown hair that reached halfway down her back, and she swayed her arms slowly about while singing a song out loud.
‘She’s so beautiful!” Ash said with wide eyes.
“You can say that again,” Marty said with his eyes half-way open and a big goofy grin on his face.
As they listened to the harp sing, the lyrics of the song were a plea for help:
Rescue me
Take me in your arms
Rescue me
I want your tender charm
'Cause I'm lonely
And I'm blue
I need you
And your love too
Come on and rescue me

Come on, baby, and rescue me
Come on, baby, and rescue me
'Cause I need you by my side
Can't you see that I'm lonely
“She sounds like she’s very sad,” stated Alex.
“Well, you heard what she said in her song,” said Ash.  “She needs us to rescue her.”
He was about to jump inside when Alex grabbed him by the arm.
“Wait a minute, Ash!” he said.  “Look at how far down it is from here.”
Ash looked down and saw that the floor of the cellar seemed to be many stories down. “We have to get to her somehow,” the boy said.
Marty looked over at a wheel of cheddar cheese sitting on a table just below the window.  “I have an idea!” he responded.  “We can jump right onto the cheddar wheel.”
“Well, it seems to be the only way in right now,” said Alex.
The three held hands and altogether leaped off of the window sill and landed safely on the cheese wheel.  The impact of their landing has caused the wheel to break into pieces.
“What did I tell ya?” Marty optimistically asked. “The cheese broke our fall.”
“Yes,” Alex responded,” but also our fall broke the cheese.”
“It’s gonna get eaten by someone anyway.”
Ash, Alex and Marty slid down the legs of the table and ran across the dank cellar to the rum barrel.  With Alex and Marty’s help, Ash was able to climb up the barrel where they came face to face with the harp.  Her hazel brown eyes caught sight of them as she gasped in surprise.
“Oh, who are you?” the harp asked.
“I’m Ash, and these are my friends, Marty and Alex.  We’re heard your singing and we followed your voice all the way here here.”
“Oh thank goodness!  My name is Chrissie and I have been trapped here for many years.  I hoped if I sang each day, someone would hear me and come to save me from—,” Without warning, the sound of thunder passed over everyone.  The walls shook as the dirt fell down from the ceiling.  “Oh no!  He’s coming!”
“Who is,” asked Alex.
“Maverick the Giant!  He’s the one who brought me here!”
“We gotta move!” Marty shouted “Quickly!”
The three of them grabbed Chrissie and made their way to the edge of the barrel.
“How do we get down without falling?” asked Alex frantically.
“It’s too late!”  Chrissie screamed.  “He’s here!!!”
Bursting through the door into the cellar was an enormous reddish purple winged-demon.  He was muscular in stature with dragon-like claws and feet, and a tail that swished left and right with each step.  His yellow pupil-less eyes immediately met with Ash, Marty and Alex.  Maverick glanced over at the open window, then at the table with the broken cheese wheel.  He growled furiously as his massive claw reached out and grabbed them.  Chrissie was safely settled in place while she watched the trio with a look of fear for what he might do.
“Thieves in my castle,” Maverick roared angrily.  “Such foolish creatures if you think you can steal from a giant!”
“You’re the one who stole Chrissie, and we’re here to rescue her!” Ash shouted back at the giant.
“Ash, don’t make him more angry!” Alex fearfully said with his teeth gritted.
“I’m not afraid!”
“You have spunk, boy,” the giant demon responded. “But you don’t think well with your brain.  You’ve trespassed into my castle, disrupted the aging of my finest wheel of cheddar, and attempted to take my most precious possession from me!  I could grind you into dust right now if I so choose, but I prefer to make you suffer slowly.”
Grabbing an empty jar from a nearby shelf, Maverick dropped Ash and his friends inside and sealed the lid on it tightly.  He placed the jar on high up on a spice rack nailed to the wall.
“As for you,” Maverick said as he turned to the harp. “You will not sing unless I demand it!”
With that, Maverick picked up the plate with the cheese, stormed out of the cellar and slammed the door shut.  He arrived in the dining hall, where too other archfiend giants, Avaritia and Gula, were sitting at a large table.  Gula, boar-faced with tusks and a protruding belly, was gnawing on a very large turkey bone that had no bit of meat left on it.  Even the aroma of the poultry had passed.  Avaritia, aged by the liquid gold that had coated her scales, was counting her stash of gold coins for the twenty-seventh time of the day.  Her fingers and tail were decorated with many shiny rings.
“Is that cheese you made ready yet, Maverick?” asked Gula.  “Waiting makes me very hungry.”
“Breathing makes you hungry, Gula,” Maverick replied.  He set the plate of broken cheese on the table.
“Not exactly your best work,” Avaritia commented as Gula grabbed the plate and devoured the cheese as it sank into his mouth.
“It was damaged by three intruders who broke into the castle.”
“And did you manage to catch these intruders, dear brother?”
“Yes, my sister.  They now reside in a jar on my spice rack.”
“Great!” said Gula as he stood up.  “Let’s cook those little blokes into a meat pie!”
“Out of the question, my obese brother!” Maverick barked.  “We are above eating people.  You know it is not healthy for us.”
“Oh but Maverick, people are just so juicy and delicious when they are all smothered in mozzarella and tomato sauce, and then baked into a golden flakey pie crust.”
“We will stick to our healthy diets as we have promised ourselves.”
“Perhaps we could sell them for some more gold,” Avaritia suggested as she was admiring one of her shiniest coins.  “I’m sure the villagers below will pay handsomely for them.”
“They are not your property, Avaritia!” Maverick objected.  “They are my prisoners, and they will remain as such until I say otherwise.”