Disclaimer: all characters (except Tara), places etc owned by Noel and Julian, not me. Same goes for any other songs/movies/tv shows mentioned or quoted from.

'Howard! Great news!' Vince Noir, came rushing up to Howard moon, clutching a piece of paper. His pointy-featured face beamed as he flapped the letter in Howard's face. 'Howard! I got a letter!'

'You pulled me out of a Jazz trance just to tell me that? You get letters everyday – from Brain Ferry, from Mrs Pellum, from that psycho who tears up Wheatabix packets looking for Charlie books…'

'No, no, this is important! It's from Tara.' Vince looked at Howard expectantly.

'Tara?'

'Yeah.'

'Oh.' Howard nodded. 'Whose Tara?'

'She's my little sister!' Vince exclaimed. 'She's great, I haven't seen her in ages. Not since we went on holiday and got lost in the Crisp Labyrinths of Pakadoo. We had to eat our way out. Great.' He smiled.

'When's she coming?'

'Uh… what's the date today?'

'The twenty-sixth'

'Right, uh…' Vince counted on his fingers. 'Tomorrow!'

'Tomorrow? That's a bit short notice isn't it?'

'Well it was posted last week! She said she's been up in Scotland, it only just got here!'

'Scotland? What was she doing up there?'

'What she does whenever she's anywhere.'

'Which is?'

'Aw, it's great. She drives around the country selling paintings and dispensing herbal remedies.'

'Whose paintings does she sell?'

'Whaddya mean whose? Hers! She got a B at A-level art!' said Vince, adding 'She would've got an A, but she's crap at evaluating.'

'Interesting' replied Howard, looking decidedly un-interested in the politics of A-level art. 'So is she going to be staying in your room then, that is if she can fit in with all the wardrobes…'

'Nah, she'll be happy on the sofa.' Said Vince matter-of-factly. He and Howard had now reached the lemur enclosure and begun cleaning it out.

'On the sofa? You're gonna make your little sister sleep on the sofa? What sort of gentleman are you?'

'Howard, mostly she sleeps in the back of a van, I think she'll be alright..' replied Vince, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth.

'If you say so. Put your gloves on will you? Remember last time?'

Vine winced. He did remember. He glanced at the scar on his hand, the result of a nasty lemur bite, as he slid his protective gloves on. In contrast to Howard's ordinary-looking green ones, Vince's had been customised so that they now had so many patches, sequins and badges on that it was hard to see that they were gloves at all.

Glaring ruefully at the beautiful gloves, Howard said 'It was your fault y'know. After you kept going on at them about their fur- '

'It wasn't my fault! All I said was that they had great looking tails, but the rest of 'em was a bit boring… I only offered to help 'em out a bit, make them a bit more interesting! Y'know, a little dye here, a few velvet patches there… I even made them these gloves look, to jazz up their paws.' Vince produced a set of gloves from his pocket, remarkably similar to his own, only on a smaller scale.

'Vince, it's evolution, not a fashion statement! You-' Howard was interrupted by the lemurs leaping like.. leaping things at the miniature gloves in Vince's hands.

'Aah! Get off, ya psychos!' Vince screamed, waving his arms violently around in the hope of dislodging the creatures.

'How dare you insult us with your sparkly paw-shields!' one of them hissed.

'Oi, they're called gloves, alright? And they're gonna look great, just give em a chance!' This only enraged the lemurs further, causing Vince to back into a corner and cower as Howard grabbed the lemurs off of him.

'Get out of here!'

Vince ran out of the enclosure, still bent double, and headed towards Naboo's shack, hoping that he may be more interested in lemur gloves and the arrival of Tara.

Well, there you go, the first chapter, hope you liked it. The next chapter may be a while because I've got exams all this week, so revision unfortunately takes priority, but be patient and stick with me ok?