Another semi short chapter. I do not own the Boosh even though I would like to. Merry Christmas!

Vince Noir woke up in a hospital. He was covered in needles from head to foot and was also on a life support machine. But how did he get there? All he remembered was that he had dressed up in a Tweed Utility Suit just to annoy the hell out of Howard. After that, he could not remember anything. Also, his head hurt. It didn't throb, but it really hurt, like someone hit his head with a sledgehammer. A doctor in bright blue scrubs came into the room.

"I see you're up then,"

"Yeah. What happened?"

"Oh, just a slight knock on the head and possible concussion but you'll pull through."

"And how long have I been in hospital for?"

"Well…, you have been knocked out for a while now…erm…"

"How long?"

"3 months."

"3 MONTHS! What! How have I been in here for three months?"

"Erm…well, oh, there's my beeper. Gotta go, bye!" The doctor raced out the door, ringing a bell which was hung next to the doorway.

"Hello! Wait…" Vince tried to sit up, confused. He couldn't understand what was going on. And he didn't like what he was wearing either. He tried to sit up, but as he moved, one of the machines sounded an alarm, causing one of the nurses nearby to grab a large syringe. The next thing he knew was darkness. Vince fell asleep not knowing what was going to happen next.

Ring, ring…

Howard Moon had fallen asleep next to the telephone. He quickly woke up when he heard it ringing and answered it.

"Hey Moon. What are you wearing to the funeral?"

"Who is this?"

"It's Bob Fossil, dingo breath. What are you wearing?"

"What funeral Mr. Fossil?"

"Your mother's funeral. Who do ya think? Vince's of course."

"What are you talking about Fossil?" Howard's voice grew anxious. Vince? He wasn't, well, dead was he?

"Vince Frogman's funeral of course. Who else?"

Howard breathed out a sigh of relief. And, who the hell was Vince Frogman? Howard hung up the phone and went to get some food. He hadn't eaten for ages and his stomach was grumbling. He closed the Nabootique and went to the nearest supermarket and grabbed any old sandwich that he could reach. Eating was really the last thing that was on his mind right now. He hadn't heard from the hospital for days and was planning to visit as soon as today's shift was over.

Ring, ring…

Howard eagerly picked up the phone, hoping that it was the hospital, with some news about Vince's condition.

"Hello?"

"Yes, hello? Is this the hospital?"

"Yes, hello. Is this Howard Tommy Jerry Moon?"

"Yes! How is Vince?"

"Yes, we are calling to bring bad news about Vince Noir,"

"What? What's wrong with him?"

"Yes-"

"Stop saying yes so much! It's so annoying! Why don't you tell me what happened?"

"Yes, well, Mr Noir has left-"

"What do you mean left-?"

"Yes, we mean he has gone. He is missing from the hospital. We are also wondering weather he is at home."

"What do you mean he has GONE?"

"We mean he has gone. Last week, he left when we went to get his morphine. The thing is that he disappeared. He left no trace and the machines didn't go off either! It's a total mystery to all of us here at Saint Andrews hospital."

"Well, have you called the police? Wait. WHAT DO YOU MEAN LAST WEEK?"

"Yes sir. He has been missing for a week. The hospital could not find your details anywhere so we had to wait till we could find them. We have found no reason to inform the police of this incident as it is not really that important. "

"I can't believe this." Howard sighed and put down the phone. In addition, Howard didn't know where Naboo or Bollo where. They had left to go to Cuba over 4 months ago. They had said that they were doing a "light Christmas shopping" but they had still not come back yet. Howard would be worried, but he knew what trouble those two got into. They probably were in jail somewhere for drug dealing or smuggling. Howard had called the Board of Shaman a couple of times but there was no answer there either. Only an answer message which was twenty minutes long and only consisted of Dennis going "What are you? What are you?" over and over again with the occasional sounds of Tony Harrison and Saboo vomiting in the background.

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