It's me! I'm not dead, I'm back online, I'm now seventeen, I'm officially a college student, I've fallen in love with Jack Whitehall, I feel terrible about neglecting you all, I haven't watched any 'Boosh for over a fortnight and I'm READY TO WRITE!

I can't apologise enough. Basically, my laptop crashed two days after I finished Letting Go and it's taken me until now to convince my dad to get it fixed... AGAIN. Right now I'm borrowing his, but mine should be back tomorrow, so hopefully, this will mark my indefinite return. But no promises, because I have all the luck of a shattered mirror :).

So all I can say is I hope I haven't lost any old readers, and a hearty welcome to any newbies :). Please enjoy :).

Noel stared out, over his desk and beyond the hut, into the clearing. Fantasy Man had been driven away by Jeremy Beautiful-Chest vaulting the fence of his paddock and charging like a bull. That had provided a few moments of entertainment, but Noel was bored again now. He supposed he could clean up the Lego mess that surrounded the desk, but that seemed like too much work. Where was Smooth when you needed him?

Actually, where was Smooth? It would be dinner time soon, and Noel knew he'd better not cook it, just in case. The last time he had attempted it, the sausages had crawled out of the pan and hidden under the floorboards. They'd searched for a week after, but seen not hide nor hare of them. They were probably still in the tree-house somewhere.

At that moment, the butler waltzed through the door as though he knew what Noel was thinking, carrying a fishing rod and a carton of orange juice. Noel glared at him.

"Where have you been?" he demanded.

"Tesco," Smooth explained.

"What took you so long?"

"Well, I was walking through Shoelace Canyon when I saw this hedgehog..."

Noel rolled his eyes. "I told you to go the long way! This always happens! Oh, never mind. Have you heard the news?"

"No."

"We've got guests. Bob Fossil's mates."

"Oh, no way! How come?"

"Secret Peter sent them."

"Are they as mental as Fossil?"

Noel paused as they both remembered their brief encounter with the zoo-keeper-slash-club-owner. He had entered the room, licked Smooth's ear, attempted to give Noel a belly-rub then danced his way over the edge of the hut whilst singing a song about roast beef. Unfortunately, he was unharmed and simply got up and galloped- yes, galloped- away into the jungle. Later, Noel heard Raymond Boombox had picked him up on the outskirts of Shrewsbury. After a short stay in the cells, he apparently charmed the New York cop and they had spent a night together that neither could speak of for 'legal reasons'. No, it was safe to say that nobody wanted to see his face again for a very long time.

"Well, one's alright. I think he must be a geography teacher. The other one's a complete loony though! He tried to hit me for stealing his face!"

"As if! You were born with that face!"

"That's what I said! And he broke my zebra," Noel added, a childish infliction to his tone as he gestured at the mess of Lego bricks.

"Right, I'd better get tea on then," Smooth said decisively.

"You do that."

Noel watched Smooth go, then glanced around.

"And get all this Lego cleaned up, will you?" he shouted after him. In response, Smooth gave him the finger.

Maybe he should look into hiring a new butler.

Vince sat on the bed, arms folded, scowling like a child. Howard flitted about him distractingly, opening cupboards and drawers. The younger man was running out of sulk- he simply didn't have the concentration to keep it up. When Howard opened the wardrobe and stuck his entire torso inside, he could hold his tongue no longer.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm looking," came Howard's muffled reply.

"Looking for what? The Boogey Man?"

Vince grinned at his own joke as Howard emerged from the wardrobe to glare at him.

"No, I'm looking to see where we can put our stuff when Naboo brings the bags."

"Well go and look in your own cupboards!"

Howard gave a long-suffering sigh.

"Vince, how many guest rooms did Noel say there were?"

"Two."

"And how many of us will there be when Naboo and Bollo arrive?"

"Four."

"So...?"

"So, what?" Vince thought for a moment, finally realising what Howard was getting at. Then he thought of something to add to cover up for his stupidity. "Who says I'm sharing with you?"

Howard looked mildly put out. "We always share."

"Well, what if I want to share with Naboo for a change?"

Now, Howard looked downright alarmed. "That leaves me with Bollo." There was a definite note of panic in his voice. "He won't want to share with me!"

Vince grinned. "Relax," he said, putting Howard out of his misery. "I'm kidding!"

"I know," Howard grumbled embarrassedly, turning away to resume his search (and hide his relieved expression, Vince thought). Vince glanced around the room himself, spotting a problem.

"Uh, Howard?"

"Hmm?"

"There's only one bed."

The older man looked over his shoulder from the chest of drawers he was inspecting.

"We'll have to take turns sleeping on the floor," he said practically.

"Nah, forget that!" Vince cried. "My pyjamas'll wrinkle." He thought a moment. "We'll just do top and tails, yeah?"

Howard didn't look too pleased at this. "Let's sort it out tonight, okay Little Man?"

"Why can't we just-"

Vince was cut off by Howard closing the drawer he was inspecting with a most unmanly shriek.

"What?"

Howard turned to Vince with a comical expression of shock. "There's... there's a chocolate finger..."

Vince laughed. "Ooh, terrifying!"

"A talking chocolate finger!"

"No way! Let me see!"

Vince sprung from the bed and brushed past his friend, yanking the drawer open. Sure enough, there sat a chocolate finger, barking orders into dark corners.

"Hello? What's the meaning of this?" it queried in loud, brash tones, staring up at Vince.

"Who are you?" Vince asked, having seen too many strange things to be surprised by this. A pale Howard was taking a different approach, however, leaning over Vince's shoulder, stunned beyond speech.

"Roy Circles, if you must know."

"How come you're in here?"

"I was taking the lads on a school trip before you two came barging in!"

"What lads?" Vince began peering into the depths of the drawer.

"Do you mind?" Roy Circles boomed. "I will not have you ogling at my class, you great big pervert!"

"Oi!" Vince protested, but Howard seemed to regain his sense and place a placating hand on Vince's shoulder, interrupting.

"So sorry, Mr. Circles. We'll just leave you to it."

"That's right, as you were- discussing sharing a bed like a couple of ladies!"

Roy Circles began to laugh a wheezy, creepy laugh as Howard leaned over and pushed the drawer shut.

"Let's not open that again," he said decisively.

Vince nodded his agreement.

"Yeah! Chocolate twerp! I'm not a lady!"

Okay, so there it is. Sorry if it's a little off, it's been a while since I've seen the 'Boosh OR LuxCom.

So, I'd like to reply to people who have reviewed, but there was an unexpected surge of them after chapter two (okay, seven or so, which is a lot to me!) so I'd like to just say an absolutely massive thank you so much to all of you- I didn't expect this story to be quite so popular.

From the next chapter onwards, I'll see who reviews, then start afresh from there because I fear that I may have lost some reviewers because I took so bleeding long to update.

I'm going to try and get the sequel to Letting Go up and running tonight, but it depends how long it takes me to type up the chapter. I have a lot of the story written in notebooks, but it's a case of finding them and combatting my laziness :D.

So goodnight and goodbye for now, and remember that if I do once again vanish, I'll definitely return eventually!