Well i'm back and with a stinking new chapter for you to feast on like wild socks on blue helium.
Disclaimer: Anyone with more brain cells then Vince Noir would know full well that The Mighty Boosh does not belong to me, it belongs to Julian Barratt and Noel Fielding.
For i am a poor simple minded soul who could never think up anything that adds up to the pure awesomeness known as the boosh. On the other hand the character Leslie GougouFlower is mine. The awful plot of this fanfiction is mine also, i hope you enjoy. ^_^
Chapter 2
Leslie stood outside a limo waiting to be let in. The door opened allowing him entrance. He was soaked to the bone after lingering around in the rain with leaflets in hand, and was hoping to be allowed the luxury of drying off in a nice warm limo. Not the case. The inside of this limo looked like the inside of a slimy cave that smelled strongly of fish, the street lights from outside shone through the green tinted windows. The shadowed figure who let Leslie in shuffled towards him in it's seat, scaly legs wearing white cowboy boots was the only feature Leslie could see of this person in the dim green light.
(shadowed figure): So how many of those leaflets did you give out? Mmm I hope you haven't been wasting them, I hand made those myself.
Leslie: Around 18. I wish you gave me an umbrella, I could swim in the amount of water my poor fur has absorbed. Oh and I could have done with some wellies too. You should have seeeeennn the puddles.
(sf): The rain water would fill your boots like a foot spar, and not to mention it'd be impossible to find a pair that'll fit.
L: Oh lets allllll laugh at GougouFlower who doesn't have feet like everyone else. (starts acting over dramatic) Sorry sir but these designer shoes are not available for people with less than four toes. I apologize for the inconvenience, but these verrryyyy expensive bubble gum pink trousers will not fit the structure of your legs. You won't get shoes to fit you here sir, but theres a place down the road that make them for pets and I'm sure they'll have something in your size. Ah I'm afraid we don't serve freaks.
(sf): Did you find him?
Leslie turns to him, rather annoyed that his words have been ignored and the fact he was interrupted while exaggerating comments he got in the past that no one really cared about bar him. Though at this point he'd totally forgotten what they were talking about in the first place. He scowled for a moment. The figure shuffled around getting impatient.
L: What?
(sf): Did you find him?
L: Em, oh HIM! Yes yes I found Moon for you. It was just my luck I managed to get him before he closed that shop.
(sf): Was he interested? (voice sounding eager)
L: Very interested indeed, thanks to my charm. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that he'll come. Everything is moving smoothly so far, but he might not be willing to join the other Jazzies on a tour. Maybe he fears he won't be as good as the others.
(sf): No need to worry about that my furry legged stuck up man drone. People will only come to see him. he'll be great, they won't know what they've been missing. Tickets will have sold out within minutes. I bet your life on it.
L: I wish you wouldn't.
(sf): At the end of the day it'll be his show, not theirs. I know that'll make him happy, he'll be so grateful that I did this all for him. He'll fall in love with me, take me out for dinner. Oh maybe I could take him out first, I know a nice place where they do the most tastiest bagels.
The Shadow figure bounced on the spot, couldn't keep still at the thoughts of what'll be in the future. Not even trying to hide it's excitement, it's rather creepy grin now visible. Leslie tried moving away a bit from this creature, but it shuffled closer to him, it obviously didn't want any space between them.
L: You're going a bit ahead of yourself aren't you? He hasn't been to the auditions yet.
(sf): Mmm your right. The last time i rushed into things I scared him off. But I've now learned my lesson and I shall take things more slowly from now on, relationships take time, and ours will last forever.
L: Are you reallllyyy sure that's what scared him off? He just might not be into you that way. Why are you looking at me like that?
They were so close now, leslie found himself trying to sink into the corner but couldn't get any further away. Noses almost touching, it's breath smelled like the sea with a hint of ... Baileys?
(sf): Why wouldn't he love me? Whats wrong with me? You seem to know, don't go keeping secrets from me.
L: There ... theres nothing wrong with you. He just ... didn't fancy you. At first! Not everyone falls in love at first, bu .. bu but you find the most successful relationships work out that way.
He held his breath not daring to move, sweat running down his already damp face. The figure moved away from him with a thoughtful look on it's face, eyes glancing at something in the distance of his mind. It then smiled at Leslie, who took that as a good sign. Well he hoped it was anyway.
Oh i wonder who the shadowed figure is? *Gets hit over the head by the obvious stick*
This is a short chapter in comparison to the next one, as none of the chapters in this story will be the same size. Some will be small, some will be huge. It's just the way it goes, i'm not doing it to annoy anyone. (Or am I?) ¬.¬