Disclaimer: Oh, what a surprise, I still don't own the Boosh.
A/N: Oh I don't know. Turns out rhubarb is the best yogurt flavour. Even better than prune.
"Vince, has this wardrobe always been here?"
"Dunno. It's well weird we've got a wardrobe I'm not making use of... Maybe it's a gift from an adoring admirer!"
"But how would an admirer get a large piece of furniture in without us noticing?"
"I have no idea."
"If it's empty, perhaps I could use it to house my Twine Archives."
"You mean your creepy collection of bits of string you've got catalogued by length?"
"Nothing creepy about organization, Little Man. Should you ever need, say, a twelve-inch twine, I've got you covered."
"Yeah, fairly unlikely. Let's have a look."
"Right, let me just - door's a bit stuck - there. Uhh,"
"Fur coats? The Rich Old Lady look in again?"
"I'm sensing a distinct coldness from behind them, as though..."
"Wow, this thing's a lot bigger than it looks from the outside!"
"Vince... I don't think we're in the wardrobe anymore."
"Oh hello there. Welcome to my little wood."
"Who the hell are - "
"Would you like to come in for a cup of tea? Soup, perhaps?"
"Howard, let's get out of here. He's looking at you with rape and lovesongs in his eyes."
"Yeah, we were just looking for some... coats? Run!"