Disclaimer: Vince, Howard and Mrs Gideon are not mine, they belong to the brilliant Julian Barratt and Noel Fielding. I'm just having fun with the characters.
Authors Notes: I think this is the first The Mighty Boosh fanfic online. I haven't seen any others anyway. Even though it's short, I hope it is worthy. And I hope you enjoy it! I'm dedicating it to Nelly and Chris.
Background: Because many people have not enjoyed the wonder of The Mighty Boosh I'll tell you a bit about the show/episode. It's about these two guys, Howard and Vince, who work in a zoo. It's a very surreal show, and very funny. Howard and Vince are best friends, even though Howard is 'intellectual' and Vince is obsessed with clothes and hair and fun stuff. In this episode, "Charlie", Howard is trying to write a book to impress his crush, Mrs Gideon, who works in the reptile house. But Vince gets an offer of publicationinstead, for what Howard considers inferior works. Vince writes "The Charlie Books", which are written in crayon, photocopied, and left around supermarkets in weetbix boxes. And Vince is wearing a poncho, which he claims means he cannot be unhappy, as 'it's impossible to be unhappy in a poncho'. He's also dressing up as a panda, to try and help with this breeding program that their weird boss is trying to organise. Oh and they hang out in a shed a lot. It's a great, crazy show, you have to watch it if you can.
Vince sat on the floor in the shed, and leaned on the wall, knocking his panda ears askew. He held a crayon loosely in one hand and a piece of paper with a half finished picture of Charlie in front of him, forgotten.
The whole situation was starting to get a bit obsessive, he thought, putting the end of the crayon in his mouth and chewing on the paper wrapper. Perhaps even dangerously so. The spying seemed to be getting more sophisticated, and Howard seemed to be getting more hysterical about the whole thing. Vince frowned slightly. Mrs Gideon, Mrs Gideon, Mrs Gideon that's all he ever heard coming out of Howard's mouth recently. He'd almost prefer incessant Jazz music instead of this. Howard was going seriously wrong. If he wasn't wearing a poncho, he'd almost be in the mood to worry about Howard's sanity. Howard had even started panicking that Vince would end up with Gideon, that for a start, Vince would ever do that to Howard, and in the second place that Vince would even be interested. Not likely, Vince thought. Not at all his type. It's not my fault if Gideon likes a man with great dress sense and perfect hair, he thought. Vince tried to put up with this crush, this obsession, the jealousy. But watching what was happening to his best friend actually worried him. If it wasn't for the poncho,it would be more than he could bear.
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