I'm Naboo, that's who.

Howard Moon and Vince Noir ran as fast as their feet would carry them all the way back to the apartment. Of course, Howard was forced to carry Vince the last few blocks because he obviously wasn't wearing practical shoes and couldn't keep up.

Vince locked and bolted the door while Howard ran about closing the curtains. "We need a plan." Howard grabbed Vince's shoulders and shook him with urgency. "We need a story to tell Naboo!"

"I know!" Vince agreed immediately, his voice quivering with fear. "He'll kill us if he knows the truth!"

Howard's voice was shrill. "But what can we tell him?"

"I don't know!" Vince wailed in return.

"Right." Howard said, inhaling deeply. "We've got to relax." They both sat down on the couch and breathed in slowly, trying to calm their nerves. "We'll just tell Naboo that these rockers came in and started demanding free popcorn, yeah?" Howard made up. "And when you wouldn't give it to them they tried to kill you."

"Yeah, that's perfect." Vince agreed. "That's believable. People kill people over popcorn all the time."

"Just don't mention the potion, whatever you do." Howard warned.

"Of course not." Vince winked. "That's the last thing we want to do."

Naboo wandered into the lounge room. "Alright?"

Howard and Vince immediately jumped up and started wailing. "WE STOLE THE REAL POTION FROM YOU AND WE'RE REALLY, REALLY SORRY BUT WE SPILLED IT ON A MOVIE AND THEN SOME ROCKERS CAME OUT OF THE MOVIE AND NOW THEY'RE TRYING TO KILL US AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE HELP!"

"You idiots!" Naboo frowned. "I should turn my back on you for this."

"Please don't!" Vince cried. "Naboo, we're really sorry!"

"And we need your help!" Howard added. "You're the only one who can save us."

Naboo was quiet for a moment and then sighed. "Alright, but you two owe me."

"Anything!" Vince promised with a relieved grin. "You name it, we'll do it. Just help us!"

Naboo thought for a moment. "I'll need to go get some ingredients to make a reversal potion. You'll need to hide Vince somewhere as soon as you can."

Vince looked worried. "Why just me?"

"The rockers won't go out of their way to kill Howard." Naboo explained. "You're the mod, they're after you. They won't rest until they've gotten rid of you."

Howard suddenly froze. "So Vince really is in mortal danger?" Naboo nodded in agreement. Suddenly a change came over Howard. He seemed subtlety different somehow; his whole stance had changed and there was a crazy glint in his eye. "Then it's time for action!" Howard bellowed.

Vince looked alarmed. "What?"

Howard laughed manically. "I know just the place to hide you."

"You've gone wrong!" Vince gulped.

Howard shook his head, still laughing like a berserker. "This is what happens when there's action, Vince." He cackled. "I transform into a man of action."

"You're not a man of action. You're a janitor."

Howard looked slightly perturbed but didn't lose his composure. "I do many things." He insisted. "I clean, I fight rockers, I bake cakes. You know? They call me the…" he paused. "…rocker fighting janitor chef."

Vince raised an eyebrow. "Who calls you that?"

Howard coughed awkwardly. "Many... people… call me that."

"I've never heard anyone call you that. That's the stupidest name I've ever heard."

Naboo interrupted. "There's no time to argue. You need to leave now!"

"Right." Vince said, "I'll just go pack my bags."

"No time!" Howard cried, dragging Vince to the stairs. "I'm taking you somewhere where the rockers will never think to look."