"Vince, what've I said about going through my stuff?" Naboo was standing in the doorway with his arms folded.

Vince smiled cheekily at him from his seat on the bed.

"Alright Naboo?" he grinned

"No I'm not actually. It took ages to categorize those potions. Next time you want a favour you can forget it," Naboo turned swiftly on his heel and started out the door.

Vince was unfazed by this dramatic display. He had an ace up his sleeve

"All those back copies of National Geographic and Jane Goodall documentaries you have under your bed... I may have moved them around a bit," he said with a look of pure evil, "I'm sure they'll turn up, though, I put them somewhere that should be easy enough to find. Even if you weren't looking for them, really," he went on, idly examining his fingernails.

"What? Jane who? I don't know what you're on about," Naboo said feigning calm

"National Geographic? You sure that wasn't yours? It was a series on 'the mighty apes of Africa"

"I only got it for the articles!" Naboo hissed hurriedly, "It's not what it looks like"

"I'm sure," Vince patted his hand gently, "Can I have a half holiday? It's Howard's birthday again next week and I want to go shopping for something nice to wear... I might get him a present while I'm at it actually," Vince was no longer talking to him but off in a shopping fantasy world

"Take the day off. Buy whatever you want and charge it back to the shop," said Naboo flatly

"Cheers Naboo" Vince smiled, before walking over to the wardrobe and retrieving an ageing cardboard box with 'magical waste: hazardous, may cause your hair to fall out and make you gain two stone' written on the lid. Apparently Vince had copped it that all the best stuff was labelled like that.

He held the out the box and Naboo took it gingerly.

"Don't worry your secret's safe with me," said Vince happily picking out a new outfit for shopping

"Yeah, until you want another half-holiday," Naboo said with invective.

He went back into his own room and stuffed the box back under his bed. He was sliding out from underneath, when Bollo walked through the door casually. Naboo jumped and hit his head on the frame of the bed.

"Yes what is it, Bollo?" he asked in as dignified a tone as one could manage under such circumstances.

"Vince say you wanted to see me," Bollo said deferentially.

"Yeah... I needed you to clean out underneath Vince's bed for me and put everything you find in Howard's secret hallowed out encyclopaedia Britannica he thinks we don't know about,"Naboo replied bitterly.

"And help me up."