Frankie McStein: Saboo...that slag!Sorry, I liked Tony. I never bothered revising at all, except for one gcse, andthat's the one I damn near failed! Keep on with the Boosh! It'll do loads morefor you, and it has the added advantage of keeping your hordes of demented fans(ie- me!) happynot that I'm trying to imply that I'm your only fan, just that I don't kow themental state of everyone else reading this.I'm gonna go now.
This story is literally keeping me sane. And I can't have hordes of demanding fans demanding stuff (like toboggans or sausages) when I'm 'revising' (OK, reading Fan Fiction, staring at pictures of Jake Gyllenhaal, etc) So this is a brand spanking new-ish chapter straight off the mindcogs of moi-self.
FuchsiaII:Much yayness to you! Yay to the rusks, yay to the staple gun, yay to cricketslodged in trumpets and yay to fucking Saboo! Except that last one came out a bitFreudian. Muttermuttergeekyshamanfetishmutter. Ahem. Write more, this fic getsbetter and better, and it's just the peachiest thing since sliced...um...slicedthings!
Hehe, fucking Saboo. Well Saboo is hot specially in his IT crowd get up (does anyone else watch that? Is anyone else in love with Moss? Does anyone else need help?) It's nice to be compared to the peachiest thing since sliced things. I like sliced things. It helps us all avoid the 'stuffing your mouth with a whole loaf of bread syndrome'. Thanx!
Radar-rox: ooh, bit of sinister-y-ness at the end there...ah, i love their van, when i can drive and have money im gonna get a camper vanand paint it like the boosh one. also with some hippy flowers and stuff cuz im a hippy. i'm also a punk so i think i'll paint a rock hand on the back window...yay rusks! i love rusks! mushed up with milk and cinnamon... m...hehe malfunctioning hoover.ah, we all know about naboo and his penchant for fleetwood mac...rockin chapter, keep em coming!
woo! fleetwod mac. Tusk wasn't as good as Rumors. It's one of my many laments….Yay, well here we go, a brand new chapter to keep you from revising and doing something that might, you know, be useful. Don't do useful things, they'll come back and hit you in the eyes one day….
Sorry it's so late (revision, gah) and here is chapter ten, specially for Frankie McStein, Fushcia II and Radar-rox. And my friend Robyn and her Pope Theory….
Chapter 10
"Are we nearly there yet, Howard?" asked Vince, who wanted to get up, stretch his legs, perhaps buy a Fab ice-cream. Howard seethed quietly as he drove and then said, through gritted teeth
"No, Vince, we are not nearly there yet. In fact, we are nowhere near where we are meant to be. Do you know why? BECAUSE YOU HAVE THE MAP READING SKILLS OF AND IN-BRED BABOON! I AM NEVER, EVER, EVER, LETTING YOU READ A MAP ON AN IMPORTANT JOURNEY AGAIN!"
"Alright, chill" said Vince. "Come on it was pretty funny when we drove into that carp farm."
"No Vince, it was not funny. In no way was it funny. It was painful and wet and uncomfortable." said Howard, who's trousers were still covered in carp pellets. Trust them to drive in at feeding time…
"Look, I just directed you towards water, OK? There's no reason to be so arsey about it!" said Vince.
Fossil began to whimper in the back of the camper van. Naboo stood up to shush him but then he was suddenly hit by a vision…..
"You alright Naboo?" asked Vince turning round in his seat, to look at the shaman, who appeared to be in a trance.
"I can see a lake, the Screaming Lake of Agony. Bainbridge is… he is being…" he said his voice fading away, as the vision became less clear.
Vince and Howard looked at each other.
"We're nearly there." said Naboo with certainty.
From his vantage point on the magic carpet, Saboo shook his head. Would Naboo ever learn? He was clearly a fool of the highest order. What kind of shaman gets a group of retards to help him out on an important mission?
Saboo sighed. He'd been sent by the Shaman Council to keep an eye on the renegade Naboo. Saboo primed himself on keeping the moral high ground at all times. It's just that Naboo always seemed to have a bit of fun.
Saboo couldnt work out why he didnt really have a lot of fun. Ever. Maybe it was his outfit. It was a bit depressing dressing in black every day. And it was all well and good keeping the moral high ground. It just got so lonely up there at the sometimes…
"What the bloody hell are you moping about this time?' asked a cockney accent located somewhere near Saboo's left knee.
No, Saboo's left knee had not developed the ability to do impressions of Londoners. It was Tony Harrison. A bodily-less wonder and Saboo's assigned partner for this observation mission. Saboo suddenly longed for the solitude he had once had.
"Nothing Tony, except for the fact that I have to put up with you. I mean what the hell are you Tony? You're a scrotum with a mouth." said Saboo.
The two of them didn't really get on. I guess you guessed that already…..
Tony Harrison rotated himself to look at Saboo. Tonynever turned, he rotated as you would expect a... man like himself to.
"Listen, just because your six foot tall and have a beard that makes you look like a 16th Century pimp, you can't go around having a go at me." said Tony
"Oh for fucks sake.." said Saboo under his breath. This was going to be a long journey. And he did not look like a pimp.
He regarded Tony and decided that he was probably the strangest thing he had ever seen. He looked like a jelly-fish with teeth and no eyebrows. He was just so… odd.
"Anyway, when we land, you, tall-boy, have got to put me in my papoose." said Tony.
"Why don't I just leave you here? Or better still chuck you in the lake?" asked Saboo.
"Because I was assigned to this because of my gift for strategy. And before you start, you remember the Shaman Council's new disability initiative. You can't treat me like a second class citizen." explained Tony.
Saboo sighed. The sooner he got to the lake, the sooner this whole thing would be over and he could go home and read his Shaman Monthly. He pulled his hat down and got his clipboard out to make some notes. Yeah, It would be soon be over.
Well, that's what he thought. But then again, none of them in the camper van or on the magic carpet could've predicted the adventure that lay ahead of them…..
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