Disclaimer: I don't own the Boosh. I just borrow them when they ask me to take them on outings.
A/N: For some reason at work today, I got the idea in my head of these two on the day they met, when they were very little. So this is the eighties and they're wearing school uniforms and Howard is the only boy his age with a moustache. Garlands is also the name of the Cocteau Twins' first LP, which has nothing to do with this story other than the Cocteau Twins are amazing and this album was released within a year or two of when this story probably takes place, I reckon. Not so much funny as just, I dunno, it is what it is.
As it was a lovely sunny day, Vince Noir somehow convinced Howard Moon to take the scenic route home from school, through the park. They sat cross-legged on a little hill, under a willow tree.
"So, what's it like in the jungle?" asked Howard, chewing on a blade of grass.
"Dunno," said Vince, weaving one strand of flowers through another. "Normal, I guess. What's it like in Leeds?"
"Normal" said Howard. "I think. You ever miss it?"
"Sometimes," shrugged Vince, plucking another daisy from the lawn. "Miss my friends, mostly."
"I didn't think there were other kids that lived in the jungle," said Howard.
"Just me," said Vince. "I meant my animal friends."
"I don't think that's normal," squinted Howard.
"It is for me," said Vince, looping round the last bit of wildflower, cradling his garland like a precious treasure. "There. What d'you think?"
Howard took the garland from Vince, turning it over gently in his little hands.
"Beautiful," he smiled, placing it atop Vince's mousey shag of hair.
"Cheers," blushed Vince. "I like you, Howard. I think we're going to be really great mates."
"Yeah," blushed Howard. "Me too."