The Mighty Boosh

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I've been working on this for awhile. It's not really an OC story, more of a friend-rescues-friend story. I hope you enjoy it! I know some people don't like reviewing (I myself don't do it unless I find the story to be absolutly fantastic), but reviews help me to know people are reading my story. You could simply write "fadoodles" or something. I just want to know if I should continue or not. So, if you liked it, take out the time to write a word or two to tell me!


Our story begins with the Sunshine Kid, sitting on top of the front desk of the Nabootique. A soda sat to his right side, and a copy of the Cheekbone sat in his lap. He was studying it hard, as he usually did. He coughed as something took his breath for a moment.

It had to be Naboo and Bollo. You could smell the two from across the street. Vince chuckled, flipping a page in his magazine and kept on reading.

Ding ding!

Someone had stepped into the Nabootique. Vince looked up and raised a welcoming hand to the customer. "Hey, welcome to the Nabootique!" he called out.

The woman who'd just entered nodded and walked off quickly, hiding behind a rack of books. Vince could have swore he saw the girl peeking out at him. He shook his head. Nah... She was too homely to be interested in him.

Long hair, pulled back into an ugly straight pony tail, thick bifocals over her eyes. Her hair probably wouldn't be so bad if it were parted or something.... But those glasses had to go! No, no she was obviously looking elsewhere. Was Howard around? Vince looked over his shoulder.

Heavy footsteps went lumbering down the stairs. Vince looked over to see Bollo and Naboo clambering towards him, a puff of smoke to fallow. "Vince!" Naboo said. "Off the counter! We've got customers."

Vince rolled his eyes, sliding off the counter. "Fine..." He lifted his chin towards the suspicious character peeking from behind the rack of books and leaned in towards Naboo. "Hey, you see that girl over there?" He lifted his loda and took a sip.

Naboo turned. "No," he answered.

"Behind the books," Vince whispered.

"Ah, yes, I see her."

"I think she's watching me..."

"Why would she be watching you?"

Vince laughed out loud and gestured towards himself, despite he'd just been thinking that himself. "Look at me!"

Howard came down the steps shortly after, holding a full box in his arms.

"What's in the box, Howard?"

Howard dropped the box at his feet and grinned, placing two fists at his hips. "Jazz records," he said. "It's the weirdest thing! I found them way in the back of my closet! I had no idea they were there! And there's about five more!"

"Ugh! Shut up! I think I'm breaking out in hives!" Vince covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut, sitting back in his chair. Naboo looked towards Howard.

"Stop boring everyone with your jazz talk and help out the customer."

"Me? What about him?" Howard pointed at Vince. "I'm bringing these boxes down! He's not doing anything!"

"Am too!" Vince retorted.

"Like what?" Howard asked. "Being..... A waste of space...?"

Naboo and Vince looked at him, confused. "What?"

"Yeah...!" A silence grew over the room, Howard standing awkwardly, and Vince and Naboo giving him the same odd look. "I'll go and.. help the customer now."

"Yeah, you go do that then," Vince muttered, going back to reading his magazine. He had about thirty minutes before another was delievered.

The bell at the top of the door rang. Another customer! Vince raised his head and waved. "Welcome to the Nabootique!" he said with a grin.

The newcomer grinned and stepped towards the counter, rubbing carmel colored hands through her dark brown hair. "Hey," she said, grinning. There was not the slightest hint of a British accent in this girl's voice. She was from the States. "I'm looking for my friend," she began. "She's..." Her sentence fell and she practically gasped. "Is that the new Cheekbone?"

Vince grinned. "Yeah. Apparently electro punk rocker is all the rave now."

The girl leaned over the counter and stared at the magazine. "Oooohhh. I need to get a neon skeleton jacket then..."

"I was thinking that exact thing. But, more along the lines of glow in the dark stripped leg warmers."

"Ooh, good choice..."

"Amazing idea, I know."

The girl that walked in earlier stepped towards the counter, holding a hand full of books and sat them down. The other girl looked at her in surprise. "Cara! Where have you been? Did you do it?"

The girl shook her head. "No, I didn't."

The new girl smiled. "Good."

Vince wanted to ask what they were talking about, but he didn't. There was an article on tube socks that he was getting really into.

"Vince," Naboo said. "Could you ring her up, please?"

Vince looked up at the girls. "Oh, right." He smiled and stood. He stared at the pictures on all the covers as he rung them up.

"Do you like those books?" the new girl asked.

Vince shrugged and smiled. "I don't read too good."

She laughed. "Me either. My name's Peyton."

"Vince," he said in reply.


Vince wasn't completely sure how he'd gotten from talking to her about fashion and books to planning a date with her. But, somehow it happened. He couldn't say he minded in the least.


"Peyton May-Lunette Campbell."

Vince laughed out loud, looking over the booth seat table at her. "Really? That's your whole name?"

Peyton nodded, a small smile on her face. "Yup."

"That's loony!"

"Yeah, sure, Vincent." The two shared a laugh and looked down at the menu's in front of them. "So, what are you gonna order?"

Vince looked up at her. "Well, I've actually got a huge bag of treats here." He grinned, pulling up a brown paper back.

Peyton's eyes widened. "Got licorice bootlaces?"

"Always!"

"Great. I'm not in the mood for real food."

"I'm never in the mood for real food."

Peyton reached her hand into the bag and took out a handful of bootlaces, all stuck together. She pulled one off, and put half of it in her mouth, then staring Vince intently in the eyes, pulled it slowly back out. She grinned seductively and swung the bootlace around in front of her. "Bootlace?"

Vince blinked. Now that was sexy, he thought to himself. "Well, maybe," he said, grinning back. "A bit later, yeah?"

Peyton chuckled, shaking her head. "I'd really rather kiss you about now."

"Agreed."

And so, this is how Peyton Campbell and Vince Noir ended up in Peyton's apartment, Vince undoing his belt, Peyton pulling her shirt over her head.

She softly pushed Vince down onto the couch and sat on top of him, placing her hands on his shoulders and sliding her tongue into his mouth. Vince did the same, using his own tongue to play with hers.

Word's weren't exchanged for quite some time, until Peyton's hand slipped, fell onto the couch, and slammed against a remote sitting next to them. The television flickered on and she broke away from Vince almost instantly. She looked around, taking several breaths. "Shit..." she muttered, standing up. "Cara!" she yelled. She snatched up the remote and swung it around. "Why the fuck didn't you put the remote in the remote basket!"

Vince coughed, looking up at her in only her bra, yelling like an idiot. Cara came shuffling out of a room, pushing her glasses up onto her face. "Sorry Peyton..." she muttered.

Peyton tossed the remote at her. "Yeah, you are. Put it where it goes!" She sighed and shook her head.

Cara sat the remote in it's basket and glance at Vince. "Hi Vince," she said, almost inaudibly before shuffling off again. He smiled kindly and lifted a hand in greeting.

Peyton sighed once more and looked back at Vince. She smiled, sitting back on his lap. "Sorry... I like things to be... in order..."

Vince laughed. "I see." And their lips melded with each other's once more.


Howard looked at his watch, sitting behind the front counter of the Nabootique. He sighed. "Always late."

It wouldn't bother him as much if Vince didn't live upstairs from the place he worked. But, he hadn't even came home the night before! Maybe he'd had an exciting night. Or, with their luck, maybe the girl had handcuffed him to a hotel bed and left him there after stealing his empty wallet.

Just as this thought passed through his mind, the bell on top of the door dinged and Vince stepped into the store. "About time!" Howard said. "Why are you so late?" He wasn't quite sure why he asked. The stupid grin on his face answered any question on his mind.

"Oh no reason..." He let the door swing shut behind him and walked over to the counter. He hopped onto it and sat cross legged in front of Howard.

"Really? No ridiculous reason today?"

"My real reason's not ridiculous."

"I'm supposing you got it on?"

Vince laughed out loud. "Maybe,"

"Fine, I don't wanna hear the story anyways." Howard crossed his arms over his chest and looked the opposite way. "I'm not going to ask about it."

"Want me to tell you the story?"

Howard looked over to him, as though he wasn't interested. "Yeah, sure, why not?"

"So things are getting real randy. Clothes are coming off, we're makin' out and stuff. And, then she go insane because the remote's not where it's supposed to be..."

"The remote?"

"Yeah, the remote. It was crazy. She started yelling at her roommate, and she just kinda does what she says. I don't know, it was weird. I think she's obsessive compulsive." He laughed, as though that was funny. "Then we start at it again, makin' out. It's gettin' real hot. But then, she stops."

Howard looked a little disappointed. He was expecting more.

"She told me she really likes me and she wants to take things slower."

"So? What'd you do?"

Vince grinned. "Well, I said okay. I kinda like 'er too y'know? We're going out for candy floss later."

Howard sat up straight. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Vince grinned. "Yes, Howard, I am. Vince Noir, Rock N' Roll star is exclusive!"