A/N: Okay, a tough end of term and a long weekend later, I RETURN TO FANFICTION WITH A SEQUEL! Sequel! I love that word!

In one lifetime, is it possible to get Chiro out of the shower and steal some pistachios off Gibson? These people think so. The Monkey Team have forgotten one very important thing. It's that fangirls have fathers... And not all of them are wholly sane...

Disclaimer: I do not own SRMTHFG, but almost everything else is mine. Sort of, anyway...

Over-Roasted Pistachios

This was the day that Alan Carter lost his marbles. Well, at least his right-hand men thought he did.

"So what I'm saying is, when was the last time we did something nice for the kids?"

Alan's mates didn't bother answering. They'd been around him long enough to learn not to. The boss hated to be interrupted in the middle of a monologue.

But this one was just plain weird.

It's just not right. It ain't normal. It's not normal for Alan Carter, not the most successful gangster in the universe, but notorious in Shuggazoom nonetheless, specialising in smuggling of all sorts and 'taking care of people' (although on a planet like Shuggazoom you didn't need to do that often), to be talking about kidnapping the Monkey Team, not for ransom, not for a personal challenge, but for a bunch of squealing girls.

And no, Alan Carter didn't take care of people the way a real estate agent did.

"You all got daughters and nieces, did you ever do anything more than buying them cotton candy?" Alan put his hands behind his head, tipping his hat down lower on his face. He was preparing to leave. "I know there's no solid reward at the end, no cash. But I'm bored, guys. Shuggazoom ain't the best place for guns to be needed. A few families get some animals smuggled in, but there ain't nothing else to do after that. So are you in this or not?"

The two men sitting at the table with him wouldn't say no. Saying no was a sign of disloyalty, and wanting a gun shoved up your neck. Although this idea was crazy beyond imagination, Joe and Derph would never say no.

Carter puffed the last of his cigarette, stood up and grabbed a pistachio from the plate in the centre of the table. "Oh, and get some more pistachios. These ones are different to the usual. Sort of, drier."

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"Is my life to be the continuous eating of over-roasted pistachios?" Mr Hal Gibson said mournfully as he gazed at the salted pistachio in his fingers. He shelled the nut and popped it into his mouth, sucking off the salt before chewing the over-roasted morsel. The state of Shuggazoom's pistachios were deteriorating worldwide at the moment. It was getting harder and harder to willingly eat them.

"Gibson, you're eating all the pistachios. The bag's nearly empty." Sprx said as he passed the blue monkey sitting in his spherical chair.

"That is rather obvious, Sprx."

"Well, aren't you going to give me any?" Sprx asked, rolling his eyes.

Gibson hugged the plastic bag to his chest. "My pistachios." he proclaimed.

Sprx rolled his eyes again. "You are unbelievable."

Right, really short, I know, as well as the fact that my writing skills have deteriorated a bit from disuse, but I have about two weeks to perfect it. Farewell, readers, or lack thereof. I shall return with the next chapter in due time!