Ok, next chapter now… thank you everyone who is reading this! Sorry it's so late, writers block arrived... and brought with it the fact that I HATE typing these up, sorry everyone!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mighty Boosh or the HHGTTG, but I do own a dressing gown…but I'm not really sure if that counts. And I don't own smarties, but GOD I wish I did…
This is where some stuff starts to happen! And you realise how incredibly clichéd the plot is!
"Thanks for this, man." Zaphod nodded at the man in the driver's seat, who (thank God) didn't think it odd that Zaphod had a large cardboard box on his shoulder to cover his second head.
"No problem." The driver didn't want to talk.
However, he had to.
"London, was it?"
"yeah."
"Or it's nearest equivalent." Ford nodded.
The driver said nothing and the four of them slowly drifted off to sleep.
"Annd I…" Eddie screeched in a voice that he described as singing.
Marvin sighed. Would this computer never shut up?
"Will always lurveee yooouu.." Eddie drawled.
"Don't talk to me about love."
"How are the repairs going, buddy?"
"Firstly," Marvin stopped work for a second to confront the always happy computer, "I am not, have never been and will never be your "Buddy." And these repairs are going very slowly. They are very complicated and it would be much easier if you didn't sing. Sometimes I think I should just end it all, but what would be the point…"
Marvin sighed and got back to connecting the wires only to find that some of them had melted.
"If I was an organic life form, my eyes would be rolling."
Eddie started singing again.
Marvin seriously considered short circuiting himself.
"Wake up, you lot." Zaphod, Arthur, Ford and Trillian awoke to the drivers voice.
"I'm gonna have to leave you here."
They looked out of the window into the shop-lined street outside. Looking up at the dark, cloudy sky, they guessed it was about 6:30, giving them enough time to find a place to stay.
They thanked the driver, and stepped outside only to hurry into a small newsagent.
"Howard, are you ABSOLUTELY sure you put that advert in the paper?"
"Yes, Naboo. There just aren't many people looking for rooms in this area."
"sure." Naboo and Bollo walked out of the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Bollo's Djing tonight."
"Oh, ok. Bye then."
"Bye."
Just after they had left, Vince ran into the shop like he had eaten too many blue smarties. In fact, the only thing more hyper than Vince was from the planet texutem, and is now extinct. It decided it wanted to run around the entire planet and had barely started before it was hit by a hyperspace ship.
"What are you so excited about?" Howard was unfazed. He was used to this.
"It's been two ours and 59 minutes and the ninja will be here any miute now to deliver cheekbone magazine."
"hmm."
A few seconds later, the afore mentioned ninja arrived, making Howard jump.
"Why is it even delivered by a ninja anyway?" he asked.
"Cos they're the only people fast enough." Vince peered at one of the pages. "I'm going to go and get changed."
"fine."
Oh God... are all my chapters incredibly short? oh well... please review!