YAY IT FINALLY UPLOADED! YES! i was so worried, i thought fanfiction just had it in for me, but ITS OK! MY CRAPPY WEEK SEEMS TO HAVE COME TO AN END! sorry, that was a lot of capitals. this is a very exciting moment for me.

Right, so, story. Oh, I've changed the review settings so you can now leave anonymous reviews. If the stoopid review throttle won't let you leave a signed one, hopefully you can do it this way… if not, just PM me it ok? (you know you wanna).

look at my loverlyful review from cookiemunster: Ok, damn fecking stupid rubbishy reveiw throttle thing is being stupid again so here is the reveiw that it wont let me send:
Is it wrong for a girl to love a story? It is when she tries tio kiss it when she sees it's been updated!
oh, you are a spiggin genius as our friends on 'Neighbours' would say if they were real.
The MOOMINS! My word they are scary! thats why i love them. and i'm not surprised naboo loves them. hehe, fossil loves the apes. well a gorrila in a tutu could send anyone wild!
i love everything about this. particularly vince in his cute older brother role! the characters are so perfect! love them all to peices especially tara. she's a genius!
please, please, please update before my last exam next monday. because after that i'll be dead. hehe
lots of love hannah xyz
yay look how loved i am (modesty is not my strong point). i wont bother replying on here becasue i've already emailed back. and if the rest of you (i know you're there btw, i've been checking my stats. i'm omniscient! mwa ha ha ha!) review, you'll get a lovely review reply as well! won't that be nice? ok, ok, i'll get on with the story.

In this chapter things start to get a little darker, although I have tried to put in some humour while still keeping the desired tone. Hope you like it! R&R!

'Tara its us, open up' called Vince. No reply. 'Tara? Tara!'

He started rattling the doorknob, but being the obedient little sibling she was, Tara had locked it.

'Stand aside' said Howard, in his most prized man-of-action voice, as he stepped forwards to kick the door down. This poor attempt having failed, he tried to ram it down with his shoulder as an encore, but ended up in a crumpled and aching heap on the floor. Naboo then stepped up, muttered something under his breath and moved his hands mystically, and the door sprang open.

'Show-off' Howard muttered.

They entered, and it was apparent at once that Tara was no longer there, but Vince called her name and looked for her (the search was very short, because of the small size of the hut, and consisted mostly of looking under the sofa, in the bathroom and in the wardrobe) all the same.

The search being concluded, and the having-to-sit-down-and-have-a-stiff-drink truth being reached, Vince realised that Tara had gone, and decided that it was all his fault. It was him who sent Howard off so sharpish. It was him who had gone to see Naboo, and left her alone. It was him who made her stay in the hut, without protection. It was him. For the first time in a long time, Vince Noir was upset. What's more, he was worried.

Naboo, meanwhile, had been examining some green stuff that had apparently spilled out from the sink and onto the floor.

'What is that? Asked Bollo, appearing beside him.

'This isn't good' he replied, loud enough so that Vince and Howard could hear him.

'Why,' Asked Howard, 'what is it?'

'It's worse than we thought.' Said Naboo, as the camera (had there been one, which there wasn't, so…. never mind…) zoomed in on him. 'This isn't the work of just anyone. I've seen this before. This is the work of Tony The Prawn'

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FLASHBACK: Tara locked the door as she was asked, and turned back to the interior of the hut.

'Stupid psychic weather' she muttered, sitting back down on the sofa and switching on the telly. She was quickly distracted however as a loud squelching sound issued forth from the plughole in the kitchen sink.

'What the-?' she said, getting up and venturing over. From the plug rose a swirling, wet, swirly thing (ok, my descriptive skills aren't what they used to be), which landed in front of the sink. Two large figures emerged from it, and advanced toward Tara.

They looked… horrible, and yet a bit naff at the same time. They were large, bulky, mottled and pale, with dark sunken eyes. Think dodgy old sci-fi movie and you'll be there.

Tara, understandably, looked quite appalled. But instead of screaming, or shouting for help, as any normal person would, all she said was 'Blimey, who does your costumes? They're ridiculous!'

At that moment the two beasts lunged forward, grabbed her and were sucked back into the plughole

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PRESENT: 'Tony the Prawn?' asked Howard. 'But it can't be him, he's on the run, after he killed those tourists with his psychological devilishness.'

'Its gotta be, I'd recognise his work anywhere. He sends his minions up out of the plugholes to capture people. That's why you should always buy Naboo's plughole covers, stops any freakish crustaceans opening dimensional portals in your bathroom or kitchen, available at a very reasonable price.' Naboo said, holding one up.

'This isn't an advertising opportunity Naboo! What's gonna happen to Tara?' cried Howard (yes, you would've thought it had been Vince wouldn't you? Unfortunately Vince was in a state of shock, and therefore said very little.)

'We- we'd better just get going alright?' replied Naboo. Apparently whatever could happen would not aid their spirits. 'I think Tony's hiding in a different dimension, for every minute that passes here, and hour could pass there, or more. Me and Bollo will go and get the carpet, it'll get us there quicker.'

They went out, and Howard turned to Vince, who was still sat on the edge of the sofa, suddenly looking very beaten and resigned.

'What's the point?' he asked in a very small voice. 'You know what Tony the Prawn's like… and if Tara's already been there hours, there isn't anything we can-'Choked by burning tears of guilt and sorrow, Vince was unable to go on. His little sister. His fault.

Howard sat gently down next to him and offered up a monogrammed handkerchief. 'Hey now, come on Little Man. Tara's a tough little cookie, like a hippy hedgehog with highlights. She'll be ok!'

Vice just shook his head pathetically.

'Stand up.' Howard pulled him upwards and towards a mirror. 'Look at us. And ageing jazz maverick and an electro poof. But we've survived Black frost, the dangers of the jungle, horny Yeti, an evil cockney hitchhiker, stopped Nanageddon and been to Monkey Hell and back. I think we can handle one little prawn, don't you?'

Vince smiled faintly. 'You're right.'

Naboo and Bollo returned, carrying the carpet between them. 'Let's go.' Said Vince grimly.

'Right everyone, we gotta get in and out of there as quick as possible, alright?' Naboo commanded, as he spread the carpet on the floor and they all sat on it. It then began to spin as the portal re-opened and they were sucked through the drain pipes of doom into dimensions unknown.

Yep, Tony the Prawn is making a comeback. Dum-Dum-Duuuuuummmmm! Don't look in his eyes!

And as you might have guessed, this is sorta set as a mix between series 1 and 2 – they're still at the zoo, but they live in the flat and they've had their series 2 adventures.

Next chapter up as soon as pos, but homework is beginning to pile up so be patient! xxx

PS - I'll try to write a shorter A/N next time. i promise!