The four tumbled onto a hill, completely bewildered.
"Where are we?" groaned Vince, staggering onto his feet. He almost toppled over, but Howard caught his fall, and they shared a moment between them, like a couple, Vince laid in Howard's arms.
"Oh my god, this is bad," said Naboo flatly, peering over the hill. The others came over and gasped at the sight before them.
To the West was a gleaming city, with futuristic spires and glittering domes. To the East was a medieval-looking city that was actually quite ugly. In the middle of both these places, there was a war waging. There were thousands of people, girl-fighting, bitch-slapping, pinching each other, pulling hair. It was a terrible sight. There were medics wheeling off men who had fainted, probably from exhaustion.
Vince exchanged looks with Naboo and Bollo.
"We should find out what's going on down there," said Vince concernedly. He didn't like the fighting. He was delicate. "Howard?"
He looked over his shoulder to see the jazz maverick fumbling with the lolly.
"What are you doing?" asked Vince, voice breaking in bewilderment.
"We've gotta get out of here. It looks dangerous," said Howard cowardly. Again, this earned Howard looks of disgust.
"It doesn't matter anyway," Naboo exclaimed, "It's stopped working."
"No! What are we going to do! We'll be trapped here forever!" screamed Howard, falling to his knees.
"Stop whining," Bollo snapped in a deep voice. Howard gave an annoyed side-glance to Bollo.
"It's alright Howard, we'll just go get some help," comforted Vince.
"Ok, let's split up," announced Naboo, "Vince with me, and Howard with Bollo."
"But that's not the way we do it, if we ever split up, I'd be with Vince," Howard pointed out.
"I think it's vital to the story that we do it this way," said Naboo, mysteriously looking up at Howard.
At this, Vince and Naboo walked off to the shiny city. Howard turned to Bollo.
"So, I guess it's me and you old chum," smiled Moon creepily.
"Shut up."
The pair walked off in the opposite direction.
