Hello folkaroonies! I've been a terribly naughty Boosh fan and haven't written, or even READ anything for ages, so I'm very sorry and here's something to console you. I started this fic back at the beginning of the series just as a oneshot on its own, then forgot about it for a bit, then kinda turned it christmassy (and also made it pretty damn short, sorry). So here it is, on Christmas eve eve. Enjoy, and please review!
'Vince, get your indie kids out of my Nabootique!'
'You're the one who said I could sell my stuff here.'
'I didn't mean doodles of lions in drag!'
'Alright, its not just my indie kids' fault though, your shamen aren't helping much, that one over there turned Harry the Jacket into an actual duffle coat!'
'Ohhhh, its true, so, so true..' Wailed Harry the Jacket, throwing a sleeve up over his collar dramatically.
'I'm trying to sell my 'Christmas in a bottle' potion, I can't have you cluttering up the place with this tat!'
'You what? This isn't tat Naboo!'
'Vince you're selling glittery plastic unicorns, we need Christmassy stuff, that's where the market is at the moment! I've even had to get Tomo the Squid to DJ for us.' He nodded towards the corner of the shop where not a squid, but a man with eight arms, who some may say was a squid but the fact of the matter was that a man is a man and a squid is a squid, eight arms or no. Where was I? Oh yes – Tomo the squid, a man with eight arms, was setting up in the corner.
'Forget that, look who I've got!' Vince pulled back a long curtain behind which, as far as Naboo thought, was a wall, but it seemed in fact have been hiding Slade, who immediately began playing 'Merry Xmas Everybody'. Everybody sang along, and did indeed have a very merry Christmas.
That's right, its Christmas, so you have a cheesy ending. Congratulations. And a Merry Christmas!