This is my first fanfic, so please go easy on me :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Boosh

My story starts in the Nabootique. Howard is sorting out his jazz records. Underneath, there was a sign written by Fossil saying 'Howard's discs of shit', which for some reason, Howard never seems to notice. He finished sorting them out and then looked around the shop and there was no sign of Vince. He looked at the clock and it was 1o'clock. Howard walked over to the phone, picked it up and dialled a number and stared at the clock. On the other hand, Vince heard his phone going off (Cars by Gary Numan). He pressed the button and answered it.

'Howard? What do you want?' Vince asked.

'Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be here at 11!' Howard yelled.

'I'm in Topshop, there's a huge sale!'

'And you've been there for 2 hours?'

'Yeah, there's loads to choose from. That's the beauty of Topshop!'

'Have you got anything yet?'

'Well, not yet...'

'Well hurry up!' Howard slammed the phone down.

He sat down behind the counter, watching Jurgen Haabermaster on the TV. At 4, Vince walked into the shop with 3 bags filled with clothes. Howard glared at him.

'What?'

'I told you to hurry up!'

'Yeah sorry about that. So, what's been happening?'

'Nothing yet, but I've been waiting for you to get back so me, Naboo and Bollo could get some stuff for the shop. Now you're here, you're staying here until 9 to make up for the 5 hours you've spent in Topshop!' Howard shouted.

'I need to see Leroy at 7!'

'Tough, you should've thought about that!'

Naboo and Bollo walked downstairs with 5 large boxes each.

'You quite ready yet?' Naboo asked.

Howard nodded and took a box from Bollo. They walked up to the door and Naboo held the door open.

'Remember Vince, you're not to leave!' Howard reminded him.

Vince rolled his eyes as the three of them walked out of the shop. Suddenly, Vince heard a crash behind and he turned round.

'Hello?'

On his way round the back, he passed a full length mirror. Vince walked back to the mirror and started stroking his hair. Then, he saw a thick black fog in the mirror, covering the reflection of his face. Vince moved his head towards the mirror for a closer look. In the fog, eyes appeared in the middle of it and they stared at Vince

'My eyes aren't brown!' Vince was really confused.

He touched the fog in the mirror and part of it climbed up his finger and went through his skin when it reached his hand. Vince looked at his hand. By now, he was a little creeped out. Vince moved his head even closer to the mirror and the fog jumped out at him and went through his face. He fell over and hit his head on the counter, knocking him out.

I thought I'd finish off here to keep you all in suspense. I'll upload the next chapter as soon as possible. I've got it written down, but I'll type it up soon.