Yes, Yes I've finally done it! I've finished the chapter! Huzzah! for it was giving me jip. Thank you thank you thank you to Suuntavaisto and Cookiemunster for reviewing and helping me to get inspired.

The Journey was long and dark. Each of the four travellers was lost in thought. Vince was still on edge about Tara, and Howard, though worried about her of course, was also concerned about Vince. He'd never seen him like this before, all hunched over, legs pulled up to his chest and head resting on his knees.

Naboo, being a Shaman, had an air of thought impenetrability. He could have been thinking about anything – trampolines, net curtains, how long it would take to pogo from Land's End to John O'Groats…

As a matter of fact, what he was actually thinking was this: It can't be that much further. But I guess it must be a little way still, I can't pick up Tara's aura yet.. though that could just be a really bad sign. I hope she's still ok. If we don't get to her soon, we might not get her back, not to how she used to be

On the other hand, Bollo's thoughts were more along the line of: I hope we find little Vince soon. Corrie's on at seven…

Howard, sitting in a cross-legged position that displayed more than one usually would in polite society, looked across at Vince, whose eyes were peering out from beneath his perfectly-coiffed mop of hair like two doorknobs under a cloud of wheat.

'Come on now Little Man. I thought we agreed that Tara was gonna be fine, that we were gonna rescue her?'

'It's not that.' Vince mumbled into his wristband. 'I feel like I let her down. All we've ever really had is each other, especially since we left Brain Ferry's forest. We've always looked out for each other – She drove up from Land's End when I was kidnapped by those groupies that wanted to clone me. As if you could clone this hair. I was the one that came to save her when she was captured by the Oolyaigo, this legendary beast that's made of old cheese curd, it lives in Cheddar Gorge. But she's my little sister, y'know? I was supposed to take care of her, and up til now I was doing pretty well. I helped her pay for the van, I came to sort it out when she got in trouble at school-'

'She got in trouble? When?' Howard interrupted.

'Quite often.' Vince smiled at the memory. 'She was always being told off for drawing stuff when she was s'posed to be working. And once she sorta started a fire…'

Howard looked shocked.

'It wasn't her fault!' Vince replied defensively.

'Whose was it then, Little Johnny Matchsticks?'

'No, there was this Okapi stealing all the couscous from the houses around the school, so she lit a fire to attract them, they like fire because the flames show them the ghosts of the future.'

'Ghosts of the future? What are they, fortune tellers now?'

'Hey, Okapi are one of the great fortune telling animals, they're right up there with the frogs.'

'Frogs?'

'Yeah, they love it. Thing is, it's a bit difficult to get any information out of them.'

'Why's that?' Howard wasn't really interested in fortune-telling amphibians, but he was pleased to see Vince distracted and becoming a bit more like his usual self.

'You ever had a conversation with a frog? They only ever say the beginnings, middles or ends of words. It's like that Monty Python sketch. You have to get three of them together to get any sense out of what they're saying, and even then it's sometimes hard to figure out what they mean, they like being mysterious.'

'Frogs never really struck me as mysterious creatures.' Replied Howard. 'I mean, yeah, owls, Aye-Aye's-'

'What's that Captain?'

'What? Oh, Aye-Aye Vince, like the animal. You think I was doing some feeble pirate impression or something?'

'Well…' Vince, ashamed of his naivety, quickly changed the subject. 'But owls, don't even get me started on owls. They're total frauds, about as mystical as a biro, they try and impress you with stupid facts about the history of scones, they're useless. Mind you, that's just my opinion, I never really get on with birds.'

'That's right, you're small mammals and lizards.'

'Yeah. Tara's more about birds, she gets on great with them, they taught her to sing.'

'She can talk to the animals too then?'

'Course she can, you grow up in the forest, you're surrounded by them. Forest's a dangerous place, if you don't know what's going on you've got no chance.'

'I bet you had a lot of adventures in the forest.'

'We used to. But then Tara went away, so….'

'She went away? Where?'

'Brian Ferry sent her away with Apaya, the old matriarch elephant, so she could learn stuff about the world, science and stuff. That's how she learnt about the herbal remedies, they're all natural and used by the elephants.' Vince looked back down at his knees. 'I really missed her, but she'd always come visit every couple of months or so. And now I don't see her very often, but we still text and email and stuff. If we don't get her back…'

'How many times Vince? We're gonna get her back, we're men of action alright, modern musical heroes. We're like Batman and Robin, only without the lycra.'

Vince smiled, probably at the image of Howard in a cape and little pants. 'When we were little, me and Tara used to dress up as superheroes. Volume Vince and Tantalising Tara.'

As Vince began to tell of Volume Vince and Tantalising Tara's adventures, which ranged from becoming seagulls to building a hut of jigsaw pieces, the carpet continued to glide swiftly along the dark dank tunnels, its occupants were being drawn closer to Tony the Prawn's evil lair. And what they would find there? Well, you'll just have to wait and see…

Hopefully the next chapter will be up quicker than this one was, i actually have ideas about what i'm gonna write for it. Please review, my little darlings!