i didn't really know how to do this chapter, so i hope it's ok. i promise the story will get better in the next few chapters.

disclaimer: i do not own the mighty boosh. sxc noel an coolio julian do. k? if i do start owning it thn i'll give you a call.

blue and yellow pinstriped robes still adorned the enigmas thin frame, as he lay on top of the small coffin, surrounded by his friends...and saboo. vince leant tearfully on howard as bollo stood at the front of the domed hall. "naboo...was bollos...tiny shaman," he began gruffly, attempting to hold back tears, "he mean...great deal to me...he been there...since we left zoo...he been there...through thick and thin...naboo never left bollo...bollo...going to miss...his...tiny...shaman..." tears suddenly flooded out of his eyes and he broke down, as he was escorted away from naboo by dennis. howard took the floor next, bringing out a small piece of paper. he glanced at naboo, feeling emotion well up inside him suddenly.

"the rainbow is not enough,
nor the flood my eye can't see enough,
nor my ear absorb sufficient silence january is not enough,
nor june books are not enough,
nor the el grecos china is not enough,
nor india good luck is not enough,
nor absolution from the bad jasmine is not enough,
nor the rose kingdoms are not enough,
nor the oldest city in the world,
without you,
our enigma," howard finished, glancing up, around the small crowd of people. his eyes rested on vince, thin tear tracks ruining his make-up, showing the true vince noir beneath. the shaman council sat mournfully, heads bowed low as if in simoultaneous prayer. only dennis was missing. he stood at the back of the room, comforting the bawling bollo.
vince took a deep breath and got up onto the platform.
"naboo was many things...he was a shaman...an enigma...but more importantly...he was a friend to us all. even if some of us didn't like him all too much. but...i'm going to remember...the way that naboo...was always there for me...an howard...when we needed him...to help us...or just to have a laugh...and that's how i'm going to remember him"
all in all vince felt very proud of himself for that speech. he'd never written that much on one subject before in his life. especially about someone that wasn't him. but he felt that...if naboo was going to leave...then he should at least give him a decent send off.
naboo began to disappear into the red, velvet curtain. bollo noticed and suddenly ran over, yelling for 'his tiny shaman', tears streaming down his hairy face. it took dennis, howard and saboo to hold him back as naboo was slowly pulled into a back room, a small hand hanging limply off the coffin. bollo fell to his knees with a thud and wept, huge gorilla tears. he sat there for hours. the other mourners long gone by the time bollo dried up, unable to cry anymore, yet sobs still wracked his large body. he suddenly felt a small hand on his hairy shoulder.
"don't cry bollo. i'm ok. you will be too...yeah?" lisped a voice quietly from behind him...

i wasn't very happy with this ending. so any reviews of how i can make it better will be greatly apreciated. hope to get next chapter up soon. love your cockeny geezah x