What a nice surprise to have so many reviews. Thanks so much. I'm glad you're enjoying (though I thought the last chapter was a bit freakish)!

Disclaimer: The mighty Boosh belongs to Julian Barratt and Noel Fielding. Jeremy Dyson, Mark Gatiss, Steve Pemberton and Reece Shearsmith own The League of Gentleman (now there's a mouthful!)

"Okay, okay then...how do we find him?!"

Howard could barely breathe; he was panicking so badly inside. His stomach was churning as he tried not to think of the possible things Lazarou could be doing to Vince right now. He tried to keep up with the other two, tried to keep his thoughts to himself. But every now and then one frantically slipped out, betraying him.

This is a nightmare. A total nightmare. I'll never forgive myself if something's happened to him. I'll kill that Lazarou...

Suddenly, he was painfully aware that Bollo, Naboo and he were rushing through the darkened streets of London, with absolutely no idea of where they were actually going.

"Naboo? Naboo?! NABOO!!!" He bellowed until the small shaman finally stopped in his tracks -a little ahead of him- before turning around to face him with a displeased expression on his face.

"What?!" He demanded crabbily, a little out of breath.

"You don't know where we're going do you?!" Howard sighed deeply at the duo's blank expressions, "Fantastic. So when you say 'let's go rescue Vince right now!' you really mean, 'lets stumble through the dark like a load of stoned muppets'!!! Great!" He sighed deeply after his deadly accurate impression of Naboo.

"Sarcasm not helping." Mumbled Bollo, at least having the decency of looking a little ashamed.

"No. You guys aren't helping. He could be scared right now or in pain or-or..." Howard trailed off, trying hard not to break down.

"Hey, it's okay. Trust me." Replied Naboo placing his hands on Howard's tense shoulders. Howard exhaled deeply, wishing he could believe him whilst all the while marvelling at little Naboo's kind and understanding tone. Naboo's new-found kindness was slightly wrecked when his usual sassy sarcasm came back with a vengence!

"And by the way, I do know what I'm doing thank you very much Mr Small Eyes!" puffed the Enigma indignantly, moving sharply away.

He closed his eyes suddenly, as if were in a deep trance. His head flopped back and rolled around once, twice, three times, before his eyes snapped open once again, looking sharp and focused. The Gorilla and Maverick watched in interest, eyebrows raised, breathed baited until he finally said, "They're in a weird place. A place of extreme freakiness...and hairballs! The Pandemonium Travelling Carnival!" He declared, looking very pleased with himself.

"Wow! Did you just go into a trance?! Well done Naboolio!" Howard exclaimed, all set to eagerly dash off until Naboo yelled at him shortly (no pun intended).

"No you ball bag. I saw it on his flyer!" He rolled his eyes, pointing at a nearby poster that was attached to a pole. It came complete with it's own creepy picture of Lazarou in the middle, in all his glory! The tagline bellow read: "Lazarou invites all you Daves to the wonderful, the weird, the wild, Pandemonium Travelling Carnival!

Beneath that statement, it said (in much smaller print!) "And bring your wives too!"

"Oh. Right then...makes more sense I suppose," Blushed Howard, sounding embarrassed, "Well come on then...no time to waste, guys!"

And with that, the brave threesome broke off into a sprint, in the vague direction of the circus's location.

Don't worry Vince; we're coming for you...Thought Howard determinedly.

I need to get fitter. Yeah, cut back on the Pot Noodles...Or maybe just my magic carpet back from the dry cleaners! Thought Naboo wearily.

I've got a bad feeling about this...Thought Bollo grumpily, thinking a deep sense of foreboding that all of them secretly shared as they raced off into the night...

"Where am I? What's going on?" Vince Noir cried out into the darkness of some kind of stinky, old tent.

"You're-a home now!" Came the ragged, unwanted reply of a dangerously out of sight Papa Lazarou.

Oh God...Hurry up Howard! Thought Vince desperately as he wondered what could possibly happen next...

Sorry it's a bit short. I've got a lot of coursework to catch up on :-(

And don't worry, it shall get more light-hearted once more! xxx