Chapter 2 of this amazing story-

Adjectives and Monkey plans

A quick thanks to my best friend (jessynoir) who broke into my house and helped me type this story. Partially. I'm still the genius behind the work.

Bob Fossils POV

I stepped into my office. A tall, tall, and erm… tall man stood there. I'm no good at adjectives. He wore a long dark blue cloak, but seeing as I'm phrasing this in a detective-movie type scenario, nothing has any colour. Wait, where did all the colour go? I opened my eyes. There it was. I realised the last paragraph was all just my imagination.

There was nothing in my office. I sat down on my chair in front of my desk. I had done nothing today. Apart from hassling Howard moon. What a bitch.

A tall man walked into my office "ahhh! It's another imagination attack!" I yelled, hiding as fast as I could. Really I just had my hands over my face, but I knew nobody could see me when I'm hiding this well.

"Be calm, man of the zoo." Spoke the tall man. "I am here to make a purchase. My newest addition to the family of shaman. He needs a familiar, I need an animal of your zoo. A tall, strong, and bold creature."

I was jealous. He was good at adjectives.

"Well, we could sell you an animal. We have a mini squashed up hairy boy with hand feet that's giving me trouble. You can have it for free." I said, still terrified. It wasn't really giving me trouble, I just wanted the tall man to go away.

The tall man grinned and let out a tall man laugh. God, I am really bad at adjectives. "Alas! A gorilla! What finer a familiar for a young shaman!" boomed the tall man.

I panicked, that gorilla was Vince noir's friend… and Vince noir was my love muffin. I can't upset him. "Wait, you can't have it!" I yelled. Startling him.

"Then you have not heard the last of Dennis, head of the shaman!" he jumped up, swooping his cape and disappearing out of the office door.

"freak." I yelled when he was gone. After he was gone and I had stopped shitting my blue pants I turned on my tape and danced. Reminiscing (big words are scary. I just shit my pants again) about big leg, I hummed "I hate whites." happily in my head, forgetting about the Dennis and the hairy baby face man.

Vince's POV

"…Yeah and 'is cloak was genius" I continued before getting sidetracked by what I was looking at.

"Vince, it's really hard to listen to you when you keep stopping half way through your sentences to talk about your hair for half an hour before talking again." Howard said from behind me. I could tell something was bothering him, because he usually dosent mind me talking about my hair for half an hour.

"Howard, what's wrong?" I asked, genuinely concerned. He said he didn't want to talk about it. I was persistent. Whatever that means. Hey, Howards the smart one.

"well… bob fossil came in today, and-"

"hold onto that thought Howard, my hair just went limp." Howard sighed, but my hair was more important than his emotional state at the moment. For a guy that likes bright colours and glitter, I was sure using some big words today.

About 2 hour passed before I was done with my hair. It finally boosted up again. I marvelled at my own hair, turning my head, admiring my handy-work from every aspect. I'd really out done myself today.

"You done, or are you going to spend another two hours on your hair?" Howard really did sound annoyed now.

"Ok Howard, I'm looking good and I'm ready to listen." He looked cautious, like whether to really tell me how he was feeling.

Howard's POV

Vince had everything. Looks, personality, more pay, style and girls. Even miss Gideon preferred him, the electro poof. And she was supposed to be a books and trumpets kind of woman.

I didn't really want to tell him I was jealous of his life… he would just laugh in my face like every other cruel person here. Nobody cared for me. I was Howard moon, a faceless and apparently emotionless shadow, when I was with Vince. He had the limelight, and I was left with nothing.

"Howard?" he asked, he sounded caring, and it slipped me up for a second, because I really believed that he cared. But only for a second.

"You don't really care Vince, just go do your hair or something."

"why, what's wrong with it?" he was panicking now. I sighed. I would usually laugh at Vince freaking over his hair, but I wasn't in the mood.

Saboo's POV

"he wouldn't give you the gorilla?" I asked, almost happily. We needed new shaman, but Naboo was going a bit far. How I hated his smug grin. Always on the weed, the little bastard. And now he didn't have a familiar? Perfect. I just needed to keep it that way.

"Yes," spoke Dennis, head shaman. "That's why the heist starts tomorrow."