This is a sort of missing scene from the end of "The Priest and The Beast." You can blame the makers of Boosh for it, for letting Naboo parade around half-naked. Oh, and Bollo has nipped down to the grocers for fresh oranges or some shit, because I sort of forgot he was in the room and didn't write him into it. He does turn up at the end, though.
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"You'd better get some magic potions out, Mowgli, or we're gonna hurt you!" Vince's eyes were desperate, and by the tone of his voice, he meant business.
"Give me a break," Naboo said with a grin.
"What, you think we're bluffing?" Noir asked in disbelief, "We're dead serious, aren't we Howard?"
"Absolutely," Howard said smugly, "Make with the magic, shorty, or you'll be sorry."
"You know I can't," Naboo said, spreading his hands with an elegant little shrug. "I'm bound by shaman law to...."
"Yeah yeah, noble cause, we know that bit," Vince said impatiently, "but this IS a noble cause!" He leaned closer and glared at the smaller man. "Helping us will save a shaman from bodily harm!"
"Yeah right," Naboo scoffed, rolling his eyes, "I know you both too well; You'd never hurt me."
"We're desperate men, Naboo," Howard said sternly. "There's no telling what we're capable of at a time like this!" The corners of Howard's mouth twitched up as he fought not to grin. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Vince was trying not to laugh. Somehow, he just knew that Vince was thinking the same thing he was.
"Tell you what," Naboo said, wrinkling his nose, "I'll go put the kettle on while you two decide what sort of dastardly methods of persuasion you plan to try on me." He shifted to the edge of the bed and started to stand. "But keep in mind, I AM a shaman; I don't fold easily. You want eggs or kippers?"
"Alright," Howard said with a grin, pointing, "grab him!"
"Righto," Vince muttered, lunging across the bed at Naboo. The shaman yelped and tried to jump out of reach, but Noir snagged him by the waistband of his pajama trousers and yanked him back.
"Oi, leggo!" Naboo demanded, grabbing his pants as they very nearly slid right off his hips.
Vince wrapped his arms around Naboo's naked torso and pulled him back down onto the bed. The diminutive mystic struggled and kicked, but the mod was too strong. Noir pinned Naboo's right arm to the mattress and laid on top of it, taking care not to put too much weight on the twisting limb. Then he grabbed the shaman's left wrist, pulled it above Naboo's head and likewise pinned it down, effectively immobilizing the smaller man's arms.
Meanwhile, at the foot of the bed, Howard had thrown himself across Naboo's legs, like Vince, taking care not to crush his smaller friend. He moved onto his side, leaning on one elbow, facing his friends.
"Geroff!" Naboo was growling, ineffectively struggling under the weight of both of the much larger men, "This isn't fair!" He started to laugh. After a moment, he gave up and just lay there, defeated.