So I thought I should maybe write something and felt in the mood anyway so here is the first chapter, sort of like a tester because I don't know if people will be interested in this. Basically if there's no interest I just won't continue it, simple as :)
Can't remember where this idea came from but I like it :)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Boosh at all, we all know that, also I am making no profit at all from this, it's just for people who are bored and like Boosh fiction!
So enjoy xxx
Target - The Zooniverse
Under the light of the moon the Zoo is deadly quiet apart from the odd groan from a lion or the gentle chirping of the birds, the large iron gates have been closed and padlocked for the night, the door to the Reptile house has been secured and the souvenir stall is closed.
The animals sleep peacefully in their cages while a shadow flits past the enclosures; it goes unnoticed with barely a shuffle of its foot or the gentle rasp of its breath. A tiger stirs and stares up into the gloom of the Zoo with its piercing yellow eyes but decides it saw nothing and drops its furry head back down to rest once again.
A silhouette creeps along the wall of the hut it is targeting, with its back pressed neatly up against the wall it checks for signs of life other than that of the animals around it. With the sight clear it sets to work and pulls glasscutters from its belt of black material wrapped neatly around its waist, with its steel wheel previously oiled the silhouette presses it against the thin cheap window and starts cutting.
When it is satisfied with its work it expertly taps the glass letting it fall forwards slightly into the hut, it grasps the glass with both it's leather clad fingertips and gently lowers it to the floor without making a single sound. The silhouette clambers up silently into the hut by swinging a leg up and over the window ledge and pulls itself into the room that houses the office of the Zoo.
The darkened figure can be seen better in the light of the office though no one is around to see it, instead of being just an ''it'' he is a man dressed completely in black with just a gap in the material for his eyes. A pair of leather gloves sit gently on his hands keeping his fingerprints safely out of the way while two neat black trainers cover his feet, a pair that are soft and good for running in if the need arises. He searches the office for nothing special, just a bit of cash or something that would sell for good money. He pulls out drawers filled with paper work and office stationary and slides them back with ease, he doesn't loose his patience and doesn't become too loud. He carries on until finally he finds several wads of Euros in a box under a bunch of files and slips them neatly into the inside of his black outfit without even bothering to count them, he knows there are easily over five hundred Euros in his possession. He shuts the last draw leaving the box where it was but now empty and begins on the filing cabinets behind, he discovers the key to them has been stupidly left on top of the cabinet making his job a lot more easier.
After sorting through the files he finds nothing of interest only paperwork he does not need however he does come upon the Deed to the Zoo, with the piece of paper in his hand he stares at it and takes in its detail. It is slightly crumpled as though someone has just stuffed it into a bag and not cared about it for a while and there is a stain of coffee on one of the corners. He folds it neatly in half then half again and slips it inside his outfit.
Before leaving the hut he takes one last glance around searching for anything of value, when happy he slips out of the window and hurries off into the night without panicking and without a sound, only a smile rests upon his covered lips.