Author's Note: Welcome to the lovely month of May! Isn't it grand? Julian's birthday is Saturday, Noel's is only a few weeks away!

And to celebrate this glorious month, I'm posting a one-shot song-fic each of the thirty-one days of May! I hope to recommend some songs and artists to you guys, as you guys and the Boosh have for me!

Song Title: Video Killed The Radio Star

Artist: The Buggles (Ben Folds Five cover)

Character(s): Vince/Gary Numan

Genre(s): Comedy / Crime

Summary: (I've always thought this song was about kidnapping someone you heard on the radio. Plus, this gives me the chance to unleash Crazy Vince you hardly ever see.) Vince thinks he might have gone over the line by taping Gary to the wall, but it's Gary freaking Numan!

"Howard . . . I need you come down to that warehouse next to the zoo. No questions. Cheers." he hung up the phone, and twirled around. "Sorry for that, Gary." Vince tapped his nose. "I had to call a friend. He's a big fan too!"

"MMMMPPPPPHHHH!"

"Gary. I only duct-taped your mouth because you were arguing and screaming. I'll take it off if your promise not to." Gary nodded. "Alright." Vince took a deep breath. "This hurts me more than it hurts you, alright?"

"FUCK!"

"You said you wouldn't scream," said Vince, almost squeaking.

"I- I'm sorry, Vince. It just really hurt."

"Oh, yeah. It sometimes does that." Vince giggled like a school girl. "It really means a lot that you'd come down here."

"I would stay if I wasn't duct-tapped to the wall, you know."

"I just have to make sure."

"You know, I don't even think my wife was this obsessed with me."

"Oh yeah!" Vince sat down Indian style in front of Gary. "I've met her, and the kids. I don't really like Raven, though. She said that you told her to stay away from all of your fan-club members, like Vince Noir, because they can get crazy." Vince laughed madly. "I guess they don't know about their mother, huh?" He laughed again.

"That's just what she does, she asks for your name, and then says she needs to stay away."

"Oh, good." Vince felt like a a ton had been lifted off his back. "Because I've always been, like, your biggest fan. I would just lay awake at night, after my parents said to go to sleep, listening to you. They always said I was too young, but I never thought so! You know, I'm actually in a band. My mate that I just called is in there with me. We're called the Mighty Boosh. I can only hope one day a fan that loves me as much as I love you will stay up listening to us on the radio."

"Very sweet."

"I know!" Vince grinned. "Think about it, yesterday I was just a guy in a band, who loved Gary Numan. And now, we meet in an abandoned studio, we hear the playback and it seems so long ago." Vince sighed. "Cars, man, Cars. That was the first hit about an car, and it was the last one. It really was. I can play it, if you want." Vince pulled out his phone, and soon, Numan's voice filled the air.

"It's been a while since I've heard this."

"I try to listen to your entire spectrum of work weekly."

"Wow," thought Gary. "I am completely and utterly screwed."

"Vince, what did you want, you sounded urgent on the phone, so I brought some sweets to help you calm down." Howard looked at the scene and dropped the tub of candy. "You kidnapped Gary Numan?"