I never intended to do a crossover fic, but it's happened.

The crossover was chosen at random since it is inspired by my mp3 player, a black one, that I decorated with the Mighty Boosh monkey face.

Hope you enjoy this since it's been a while since I wrote a new fic.

Disclaimer: I am a teenage girl, the chances of me owning any major British comedy series are pretty slim!

I was a dark night and the moon was full.

Turning to face us grinning, the moon recounts it's meal of egg, meat, many different cheeses, and how a lot of people think the moon is made of cheese but he's not; he's all dusty.

Silly people.

Through the dark woods walks Naboo with his familiar Bollo, navigating their way through the trees towards the clearing where the board of shamans resides.

"Greetings Naboo, do you know why we have called you here?" spoke the head shaman from his place at the center of the table.

Naboo's face retained it's usual blank expression "Is it a secret mission?"

"Yes, one of great importance." The shaman gestured to Bollo "Your familiar must have told you this."

"Nah, I was just guessing."

The head shaman furrowed his brow.

"Oh. Well anyway, we have an important task for you Naboo."

Naboo adjusted his turban "What is it then?"

"We have a mystical item that wields great power. Should it fall into the wrong hands the results could be catastrophic!"

"I still think I should have been the one to take the mission." Grumbled Sabboo,

"Because when it come down to the crunch-"

"Oh would you quit it with the crunch already" moaned Tony Harrison; tentacles flailing in annoyance. "It's never going to happen!"

Saboo glared at the pink cleft "You can shut up!" he placed his hat over Tony Harrison's head obscuring him from everyone's view and leaving only a wiggling hat with a muffled "This is an outrage!" coming from it.

"…Aaaaanyway," The head shaman was internally questioning his choice in acquaintances.

"Your mission, Naboo, is to safely transport the item back to your Nabootique and lock it away under careful guard. Do you accept?"

Naboo shrugged "Yeah, alright."

The head shaman turned to the smallest member of the council

"Kirk; do you have the item locked in your box of unspeakable horrors, filled with things so terrible it makes the hardest of heart wet themselves in fear?"

"Yes."

"Very well then, bring it out."

The young shaman reached under the table and produced a small chest, which he then placed on the table; unlocking the golden clasps and allowing smoke to billow out ominously as he withdrew the item from the box.

The head shaman took it carefully and held it out to Naboo, dramatic background music swelling to a climax.

"So it's just this book then?" Naboo looked it over casually.

"Yes. Now hurry, for the longer it is free the more dangerous it becomes!"

Bowing his farewell to the council, Naboo passed the book to Bollo to carry and headed back towards the magic carpet.

Bollo nodded to the shamans as a goodbye and they nodded back in acknowledgment, even Tony Harrison from under the hat.

Soon Naboo and Bollo were off on their flying carpet, soaring through the sky into the approaching dawn.

Since Bernard had gone through the ordeal of calling 'the place where you order books from for when you want to sell them from your bookshop' while Manny was so selfishly 'sleeping' (Imagine him doing a thing like that! And on a 23 hour work day no less, the nerve!) he decided that Manny would be the one to go the book order warehouse place and pick up the books they needed in stock.

And so Manny sleepily stumbled into the early morning mostly dressed with the exception of his fluffy slippers and on his way to pick up several heavy boxes of books.

By the time he was down to the last box he was barely conscious and dropping several books from the ratty box, leaning down to pick it up and dropping another in the process.

This may have been the reason that when a book fell from a place rather higher than his book he didn't really realise and just added it to the top of the stack, unknowing of it's ominous origins.

When he reached the door to Black Books he shuffled left to try and reach the handle from around the box, and then to the right, and then to the left again before finally getting a grip and pulling the handle.

Then he remembered the door opened inwards not outwards and pushed.

Once inside Manny dropped the box on the sticky spot of the floor of the shop and walked clumsily to the back and up the stairs, only to discover that the spare room he occupied was locked.

So it was the abused old couch downstairs for Manny to try and regain lost sleep, not a clue as to the fact that a book of evil lay hidden in the bookshop.

Well there you go! I am open to any suggestions/criticisms so please review!