I like the rain, so here you go- chapter 6-

The Hitcher's Van and a Game of Charades

I'd actually like to say thanks to the support I get from JessyNoir and BooshRocks. Sorry this took me a while to write- I just started school and I had some writers block. Anyway- enjoy!

Saboo's POV

Gah! Its getting ridiculous. Naboo is on the board of shaman, tony Harrison has invited an electro poof to the ancient shaman council, and Dennis is just turning a blind eye on this? I would say it was an outrage, but I hate tony too much to do that right now. Naboo would never voluntarily discuss this matter with him, it was hard to find him when he was high enough to agree.

There was Naboo. I sidled up to him, his turban askew. He was obviously on the pot again.

"Hey Naboo, can I talk with you a moment?" I asked. He agreed, and I silently thanked that he had been on the weed. I led him to behind a tree, out of hearing range of the shaman board. "Now… YOU ARE GOING TO RESIGHN RIGHT NOW!" I yelled, clearly freaking him out.

"No way! I love being a shaman, it means you don't have to pay for weed, you can just summon some from thin air… anyway, me and Bollo are getting along great. I'll leave over my dead body."

"We may have to arrange something then." I said darkly.

His eyes widened and he was about to yell out when I gagged him with my hand. He bit me and I cried out in pain.

I eventually tied him up and left him hanging from the top of a tree. I put a silence curse on him. No speaking for the next few hours… I chuckled darkly. I would decide what to do with him and come back then.

Howard's POV

I was starting to worry myself. Bollo had actually been quite a good friend to me, yet I hated him for being so close to Vince. I wanted to vent my feelings, to tell Vince how I really feel… but I couldn't.

"You know Howard, that kid is starting to creep me out." Piped up Vince after about 2 hours of trying to do his hair in the side mirror. It was actually quite good considering he was doing this in a bumpy van. "I mean, what's he looking at?"

Howard chuckled darkly. "Nobody knows Vince, he was said to have come from a mysterious fourth dimension, and is a sexually deranged being on drugs."

"Your shitting me? That 8 year old kid?"

"Vince, it was just a joke… jeez…" I sighed mockingly. He laughed, a genuine laugh, and for the first time in a while, I laughed too.

Vince put a CD in the radio/boom box and we listened to Gary Numan for god knows how long.

Bob Fossil's POV

It had been a long day. I let out a long sigh at my long day. I really have to improve on my adjectives. The hat man had been silent the whole way, but being so close to a cockney made my system go all funny. My throat was still closed, but I was focusing on one thing and one thing only.

Finding Vince was more important than anything in my life. Even making sure Howard never got his pay check!

Suddenly, I noticed something. A van was just ahead of us. A van with boosh skulls painted down the sides and neon lightning patterns on it. Not to mention the Gary Numan blaring from its speakers. I knew immediately this was Vince's van, and I motioned towards the hat men.

I had nothing to write on, so I decided to use charades. I waved my arms in the air to get his attention. "What is it geezer?" he asked, clearly annoyed about the interruption. I put my hand on the back of my head and emitted a loud whining noise, and then I swung my feet around and fell upside-down. I put my hands to my shoulders and kicked the air, got up, did a Mexican wave and touched my hands to my nipples before deliberately smashing myself into the side window. "What the hell are you doing you barmy bastard?" he yelled, as if what I was trying to tell him wasn't obvious. I pointed out the front window. He clued on and smiled.

Somehow, I knew this wasn't good.

Vince's POV

I was elated. Howard didn't seem mad anymore. Well… he wasn't mad at me anyway. Who wouldn't be angry when their house had been trashed and their friend had been monkey- napped?

!CRASH!

wtf?

A large truck slammed into the side of them. It was large and green and… oh no. polo's.

"what the hell was that?" yelled Howard, barely keeping hold to the steering wheel. I strapped on my seatbelt, ready for a bumpy ride.

I took a peek from my passenger window. A scary, green, polo-obscured face shot me a crooked smile that was also somehow a glare from across the window, and frantically waving to me, next to him was… was that Bob Fossil? What the hell was going on round here?

"Hold on tight" muttered Howard. By the look on his face, he had obviously come up with a plan. Probably wasn't a very good one- but it was a plan all the same.

I held on to the handle above my window (you know that little bit of fabric just above the window that's supposed to be some kind of handle? No, nobody knows what I'm talking about…) and stayed silent, not wanting to break Howard's concentration.

I could see Leeds from here. So close… but now we were going to die by the hands of the Hitcher and what I believed to be Bob Fossil.

Suddenly, I remembered the kid in the back seat.

"Howard, slow down! I have an idea!" Howard just gave me a look that said; 'well, if you know what you're doing…' and slowed the van to a speed to match the Hitcher truck. I dragged the kid from the back seat (not that he noticed) and hung him out the window.

"What the hell Vince?" yelled Howard, referring to the fact I had an 8 year old child hanging out of a car window from the tips of my fingers. I saw the Hitcher's window open, and I took my chance. With all my strength (which wasn't actually much) I flung the kid over the road, and right through the Hitcher's window.

There was a yell of surprise from the other van and it veered off road. Seeing the Hitcher and the kid gone from their lives, Howard laughed, a loud, booming laugh that brought joy to the heart. It took a second to catch on why he was laughing- he was happy.

I smiled, beginning to laugh too. Once we had started, it was hard to stop. We continued to laugh, coming to an understanding. No words were said, no feelings expressed, but we had come to a mutual agreement. Howard was jealous, I knew it all along. I'm not a dumb as I let on you know.

Friends come and go, but Howard was family. As long as we had each other, it would be ok.

Enjoy this much? I know, the saboo bit was a bit dark, but it all has a lot to do with the ending- no! This isn't the end! Even if it kind of sounds like it. Come back for more on; 'I'm a Genius and I'm Always Right!'