Author's note: I really do not know where all this Boosh stuff has been coming from, I really don't.
I do not own Mighty Boosh, not even on Betamax.
Howard was in the African Predators section, Naboo told Vince. He found him in a stall in the female lion enclosure.
" 'Oward," Vince asked after a moments pause to check his hair. He wrinkled his nose. "What is that smell?"
Howard sighed and leaned on his shovel. He had been at task for a while: his hair was askew, and his green jacket hung on a nearby fence post, allowing sunlight to hit his sweat-soaked monstrosity of a print shirt. He wiped his forehead on the back of his hand, and started to laugh suddenly. Vince looked at him questioningly.
"Do you remember last week when those emperor penguins disappeared?" he asked finally.
Vince snorted. "Do I?" He stooped into his singing pose. "Penguin, Penguin," he chanted. Howard dropped his hands off the shovel and joined him. "Where did you go, Oh oh?" they sang together. Howard spoke up for a solo. "I think you flew awa-a-ay." Vince answered, "I got stuffed into a cre-e-pe." "And nobody made dinner!" Howard cried passionately. Vince yelled "But it is okay because the Prime Minister got laid."
They stopped dancing; Howard returned to his shovel and Vince inspected his fingernails.
"Well, anyway," Howard began as though nothing had happened, "We found them this morning. They tunneled out."
"What?" Vince exclaimed.
"It's true!" Howard answered seriously. "They tunneled out. But they misjudged the distance and came up in here."
"What made them do that?" Vince asked, shocked. He poked around through the gore tentatively. "This was suicide!"
Howard nodded gravely. "Yes, it was a massacre. Those poor fools did not stand a chance."
"Here, what's this?" Vince said from the corner of the pen. He held up a scrap of newspaper for Howard to see. Across the top in bold the headline read "PENGUINS ESCAPE FROM POPULAR NEW YORK ZOO"
The two men looked at each other and at the paper in turn. "You don't think?" Vince asked tentatively.
"No, it can't be. Animals can't read, can they?" Howard said, dumbfounded.
"Hey guys, what is happening?" Bollo asked genially from the gate. "What do you have there, a newspaper? Can I have it? I just love the Sudoku puzzle." He grabbed it and ambled off.
Howard resumed digging through the mess. "Could you help me Vince? They said they are releasing the lionesses back out here at three whether I had it cleaned up or not."
Vince stalked out of the gate. "No way. I'm going to go find some hairspray; this humidity is killing my hair." Howard sighed.
"Stupid penguins," he grumbled.