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'… And the llamas all had panic attacks!'

Vince was cut short there as the carpet had just flown into what could be considered to be an entrance hall. It was larger than the tunnels, and had multiple entrances and exits. The walls were dark, and covered with the same substance Naboo had found my the sink. At the far end, two of the creatures which had captured Tara seemed to be involved in a heated discussion about something, so the carpet could glide past unnoticed.

What they were actually arguing about was the use of sound in the space scenes of Star Wars: 'I'm just saying, they pay so much attention to everything else, you think they'd adapt to the fact that space is a vacuum, and therefore has no sound!'

'It's for cinematic effect! It doesn't have to make sense, its willing suspension of disbelief!'

The argument continued as they floated around corners in a very definite manner.

'How d'you know where you're going Naboo?' asked Vince

'I can pick up Tara's aura now, she's close but I can't quite-'

He was cut off as they rounded another corner and entered a room full of glass walls, with small rooms beyond. All but one of these rooms were unoccupied. As for the other…

'Tara!' cried Vince, leaping off of the carpet while it was still in motion, caring not a bit for the state of his clothes.

He rushed over, closely followed by the others, to Tara, who was hunched in the corner, looking decidedly smaller than usual, and considerably scruffier too. Her face was dirty, and her eyes fluttered open briefly as Vince knelt next to her. But they weren't like her eyes usually were, lively and sparkling with humour, instead they were empty, like the great hatbox of life, which contains but one lowly mitten.

'What's wrong with her?' Vince exclaimed, beginning to panic.

'Oh, I was hoping it wouldn't have got this far yet, she must have been here longer than we thought.' Said Naboo. 'It's the effect that Tony the Prawn's having on her, I can bring her back when we get home, but we gotta hurry.'

In Tara's hands was a scrap of paper. Vince prised it free, and read it. It said simply: 'About time! Eyes.'

'What's that supposed to mean?' asked Vince.

'Well, I guess it means that there's something important to do with Tony the Prawn's eyes.'

Vince thought for a second then exclaimed 'Contacts!'

'Excuse me?'

'I bet Tony the Prawn wears contact lenses! Coloured ones!'

'What are you talking about?'

'Well, think about it. His eyes are his most prominent feature yeah, black like that tiny crisp you always find in Walkers packets? If word got out that his eyes weren't naturally black, he'd be ruined! Followers walking out all over the place, like when Jimmy Carr enters a room!'

Howard looked at him. 'You're an idiot.'

'Did you ever think that maybe his eyes are the key to his power Vince? And that if we destroy them, we destroy him?' Asked Naboo.

'Exactly! We destroy his eyes, which destroy his contacts…'

'Just shut up and help will ya?' said Howard, trying to pick up Tara.

Bollo bent down to help him. 'Bollo carry' he said, lifting Tara with ease and carrying her over his shoulder.

'Careful!' said Vince, again careering into 'worry mode' for the safety of his little sister.

'Is ok.' Bollo replied. 'When we were young, I carry Chinko up big hill, but always he say 'please Bollo, please let us go up further', so one day, I chuck him over edge.' Vince suddenly looked very alarmed. 'I not do that now.' Bollo reassured him.

'What do we do now then?' Asked Howard.

'I think we should get back as soon as possible, before we're noticed.' Replied Naboo hurriedly.

'And I'd say that it was a little too later for that' said a voice behind them.

They wheeled around and beheld more of the henchmen that had taken Tara (though of course they didn't know this). The one in front leered at them, making his face look like it was trying to pull itself free from his skull.

'You've been called to go and see the master.' He said, smiling cruelly, before escorting them out.

As they walked, Bollo said to Naboo 'I got a bad feeling about this.'

'You've always got a bad feeling Bollo. Don't you ever say anything positive, maybe get a more optimistic outlook?' Naboo replied, receiving only a grunt in reply.

They were guided though many tunnels and emerged in a chamber with a throne in it. A throne with the dreaded prawn in. He began to speak in a cold, rasping voice.

'Ah, so the older brother has come to the rescue. How touching.' Vince glared stonily back. 'I recognise the tall one too. And who are your friends?'

'I'm Naboo, that's who, this is Bollo. What are you playing at, kidnapping Tara?'

'So that's the pretty little thing's name is it?' said Tony, getting up and scuttling about. He had grown considerably since his days at the zoo, and seemed to emanate power. 'I'm actually quite glad you came, it means I'll have to capture fewer other people. Not that I don't enjoy it of course.' He turned towards them, wriggling his antenna.

'You see, I hated my days at that despicable zoo. The only pleasure I could derive from my measly existence was manipulating visitors into doing.. mmm, all sorts of things.' He said with relish.

'But I grew bored. So, when I had the opportunity, I escaped. And now here I am, back in my own dimension, starting a zoo of my very own, so as to show my captors what a horrible existence it is. I will collect humans from all over the world, and I chose to start with your little sister. Aren't you proud?'

Vince arched his back and had a look on his face that made him appear to be about to explode with anger. Howard managed to hold him back, as Tony spoke again.

'My zoo will be open for animals from all walks of life, especially those who have been forced to live in zoos. And once they have seen my plan, I shall invoke them to rise up and join me in imprisoning all humans!'

'But the animals like their life in the zoo! Why should they follow you?' Asked Howard.

'They don't like it!' Tony snapped back. 'Its an awful existence, being on display all day, trapped in a tank, or a cage or a pit with nothing to do but stare back at anyone who comes to visit'

'That not true.' Said Bollo. 'Bollo love life at zoo – Bollo have bed, all the bananas he can eat, free satellite…. All animals at Zooniverse love it, watch Will and Grace at feeding time…'

'That's enough!' Tony turned away and muttered something to a waiting guard, giving Naboo chance to talk to the others.

'Right, we need to destroy his eyes, anyone got anything sharp?'

'Tweezers?' Asked Vince. 'I carry them for emergencies.'

'You pluck your eyebrows?' asked Howard.

'I shape them' Vince replied.

'Perfect, hand 'em over' said Naboo.

'No way, I'm doing it.' Said Vince, determined.

'Fair enough.' Naboo replied, then proceeded to tell them the plan.

When Tony turned back around, it was to see Vince advancing towards him, flanked but Howard and Bollo. Naboo had stayed back to look after Tara.

'Stop!' commanded Tony, and this did temporarily halt them, but Vince's determinism fought back against Tony's power, and won. He advanced further, accompanied by Howard and Bollo, who fought back the henchmen.

'No!' cried Tony, but it was too late. Vince was upon him, and stabbed the tweezers into his eyes.

Next to Naboo, Tara began to stir. 'Shhh, it's alright.' He whispered, as she looked blearily up at him.

'Hi Naboo.'

'Alright?' he smiled.

'Dandy.' She turned over and fell back out of conscious, as Vince, Howard and Bollo hurried back towards them.

'Is she ok?' Asked Vince.

'She'll be ok, but we'd better be going.' He replied, whistling for something. The next moment the flying carpet came sailing round the corner and stopped in front of them.

'Wow,' said Howard. 'I didn't know it could do that.'

'Its enchanted with the spirit of Dumbo.'

'Wow.'

They loaded Tara onto the carpet and then climbed on themselves. As they began to float out of the horrible dimension, they passed many guards who were rather confused, having just recovered from being under Tony the Prawn's thrall. One of them walked up to the body (which had been brutally torn apart) and noticed a small black disk lying next to a leg. Picking it up, he said quietly to himself 'Contacts?'

A lesson to us all - pay attention to Vince's insane ramblings. The man speaks the truth.