Hieronymus Boosh
by AnitaLife
Sequel to: Love Potion Number Zed (makes sense to read that first)
Rated: PG, T -- Some mildly scary stuff.
Fandom: The Mighty Boosh
Categories: Angst, Adventure, Fantasy, Humor, Parody, Friendship/Bromance
Homage to: Ray Bradbury's "The Jar"
Disclaimer: Just fan fic. Don't own 'em. Just borrow 'em to toy with them a bit. Also, I re-iterate: JUST FAN FIC.
Hieronymus Boosh
With taunts still ringing in his ears, Howard fled the Nabootique and hastily set off to nowhere. The night gripped the city streets, making the world appear colorless, foreboding. The full Moon was taking a nap behind the clouds, oblivious to the doings of lost humans such as Howard.
Howard adhered to back alleyways and twisted side streets, seeking surroundings that matched his sense of desolation. He could still see Vince laughing at him, ridiculing him for his foolishness. He had made a horrible mistake, he would admit that much. In a twisted sort of way, it was good fortune that he had failed. If he had really concocted a working Love Potion, it would have cost them both dearly. The thought kept him going as he plodded on into the spitting rain.
He walked for hours, losing his bearings, abandoning his sense of direction. He had no destination planned. He felt he no longer belonged anywhere.
He dug into his pocket, felt the money and a crumpled list that Naboo had given to him in what seemed liked years ago. Howard thought back to their conversation over the list of supplies.
"Listen Howard, this is important. You must to go to K'hoohoo's Place, ask for Hieronymus," Naboo ordered.
"I can do that," Howard claimed.
"I want you to get everything on this list. Follow this list to the letter. Do not get anything else. Understood?"
"Yes."
"There is enough money for what is on the list. No more. No less. "
"Yes."
"Do not even look at anything else."
"Got it. You can count on me, Naboo."
"Harold will mess up," Bollo growled.
"Now see here! Howard TJ Moon can accomplish any task or tasks given him and he will do so in an efficient and timely manner sir!"
Bollo rumbled a low disgusted sound.
Howard ignored the ape, but he was extremely tired of the perennial disrespect he faced from his so-called friends.
Howard came back to the present and checked his personal balance sheet. This was not only about this most recent affront, something he would admit he brought down upon his own head. This was about Howard's life in general.
His best mate abused him at every turn. Naboo treated him as if he were a low grade moron and Bollo, when he was not ignoring him completely, showed nearly vitriolic disdain for his very existence.
It was a sorry state of affairs, and one which did not fit with Howard's aspirations and self-image.
He would show them all someday. His ship would come in. The cows would come home. The swallows would return to Capistrano. Howard TJ Moon would be a big man someday and then everyone would have to respect him.
"Revenge," Howard thought, "is a dish best served with a side of Yorkshire pudding and a pint of stout!"
Tbc…
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