A/N: I don't own Boosh, Noel, Julian, Michael, Dave or anyone else. Yadayada.
"VINCE! Come down here, now!" Howard's enraged voice bellowed throughout the shop and upstairs into the flat.
"What do you want now?" Vince padded down the stairs with wet hair and a face mask on, covering himself with a kimono-styled dressing gown.
"There are six pieces of blu-tac missing from the blu-tac garden."
Here we go, Vince thought. "So? I bought a new poster of Pete Neon and didn't have anything to stick it up with."
"The point is that you do not terrorise the organisation of Stationary Village." Howard was irritated that his neatly displayed arrangement of organised stationary had been vandalised for the sake of a pop star.
"It's just blu-tac, Howard, it's not like you can't make it multiply." Vince didn't get what all the fuss was about.
"That's not the point, Vince!"
"Whatever, all this talking is making my mask crack." And with that, Vince dashed back upstairs to continue with his pampering.
Vince and Howard had been arguing quite a bit, recently. More than usual, though. Usually they'd have a quick bicker on who was selling most at the shop or which 'Camden Dollybird' was looking at who. But now it was constant bickering over rather trivial things.
Later on that night, soon after everyone had gone to bed, Howard stood in the hallway giving himself a Chinese burn. He was so annoyed and angry about the blu-tac garden. It wasn't life-threatening, but still, they were his personal possessions.
Howard wasn't the only one who was frustrated that night; Vince lay in bed restless. Over the past few weeks, Howard's constant fretting was beginning to fade the colour in Vince's usual 'happy-go-lucky' outlook on life.
This had to be sorted...
I'm fully aware that it's a short chapter but I just needed to start so I could get some creative juices flowing. Please review, say what's good and what's bad etc.
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