(Sapphire is from Apprentices & Bubblegum Bonfire) Just a short oneshot that popped into my head when I suffered a similar experience with my Boosh DVDs. Enjoy.
Note: I don't own Vince but I do own Sapphire.
Sapphire walked into her bedroom, grinning widely. She had the perfect afternoon planned. She scanned the room. She couldn't see it anywhere. Her grin vanished. She grew panicky.
"Where is it?!" She whispered frantically under her breath, scanning the room again. Then she started digging through the layers of clothes and NME magazines.
"Where is it? Where is it?! WHERE IS IT!!" she cried, her voice growing louder by the word.
Vince ran in when he heard her scream. "Where is what?" he asked.
"MY SPECIAL CD!!" she screamed, rifling through the clothes again.
"Which one?" Vince asked.
"The COMPILATION!!"
"Haven't seen it sorry." Vince left the room.
Sapphire collapsed onto her bed, sobbing. Then, she spotted something in the secret compartment in the top of her canopy bed. Her special compilation of all her favourite songs spread over three CD's. Howard had made it for her. She pulled it out and hugged it tightly, her sobbing stopped. She knew it was wrong to get so attached to media but she couldn't help it. She put the first disc into her CD player and hit the play button. Nirvana's 'Love Buzz' came blaring out.
"Ah, this is perfect." she said to herself, Garfield book in one hand, Jelly Tots in the other.