I Like Satsuma's- Chapter 7-

A Fight And A Terrible Loss

I wont be writing for the next couple of days- it s the weekend and I'm going to staying London for a mini holiday. Don't worry, ill be back soon ;)

Bob Fossil's POV

Like ohmigod. We just got into a road war and now were stuck in a ditch and there's this creepy kid who is staring and he doesn't notice anything and I'm freaking out because Vince just drove away and were going to have to walk the rest of the way and… Well that's about it.

Ok, I'm calm now. The hat man is leading the way and he sais were going to get there soon. I can't wait to see my Vince. I've grown up so much and he's going to be so proud of me for coming here.

I can't think of much else- just that the hat man is as cockney as ever and its still terrifying. Now that I think of it, an allergy to cockney accents makes no sense what so ever.

I'm about to figure out what I'm thinking when we see Leeds up ahead.

"that way geezer" said the ha man with a bizarre and twisted smile. I was dreading what was going to happen next.

Saboo's POV

I was finally getting what I wanted. I had decided on putting more curses on Naboo and leaving him up there to starve. Then I heard voices.

"Come on Howard, its not that hard. Do you prefer shreddies or cheerios?"

The taller one was cringing. "Vince, I tell you were here to find Bollo. No more questions about cereal…" the man with the funky hair smiled. "And by the way, I prefer shreddies." Said the taller one again.

"I knew it" said funky hair, trying not to laugh.

Here on shaman land eh? I would teach them to accept Tony Harrison's invitation.

"Hello boys." I said, stepping out from behind the tree I was standing by. I took out a sword, ready to fight them of shaman ground.

Howard's POV

Oh great, we get into the forest to find Bollo after all that emotional crap and now we have to face a man with a sword?

"Is that a challenge, sir?" I asked, with all the dignity I could. He nodded slowly and advanced like a kestrel.

"Howard, I'm shit scared, do something!" I was panicking now. I had a sudden idea. "Shit Howard, get of my feet!" yelled a startled Vince as I dragged off his new super-chrome robot cowboy boot. Vince had clued on with what I was doing, and let me take it off fully.

I held it up to the opponent. He laughed in my face. Every time people had laughed at me… all that seemed like nothing compared to this stranger. He seemed to have some kind of weird hold over me at his laugh.

I was already sick of this joker. I threw the shoe right at his hands, and his sword crumbled like a stale rivita.

"No!" he yelled, and somehow made the glittery chrome show break in half. Like magic. He ran off into the night, screaming like a little girl.

"Ha-ha, nobody's a match for Howard moon!" I cried gleefully. "Right Vince? Vince?"

I turned around. There had been no noise since the fight had started. There was Vince, crumpled on the ground and out cold.

Mascara was streaked down his face, and then I realised why he has passed out. The shock of loosing his boot. I didn't agree, but those were his favourite boots. I suddenly felt guilty. He had sacrificed his best shoes for the purpose of me winning the fight and rescuing Bollo.

I knew I should help, but I didn't really know what to do. Why had I not watched more medical documentaries? All I could do is… no.

I am not doing that. But then again, I had to. Vince was in a coma and it was the only thing I could do to help him after the way he helped me. I knelt down, and sighed. I began CPR.

Vince's POV

I woke up alone on the forest floor. Where was Howard? He had won the fight, I had passed out, and he made the forest taste like orbit gum? Why the hell did the forest taste like orbit gum? Since when did forests taste like anything?

I was wondering why the forest didn't like juicy fruit when Howard returned.

"Hey Vince." He said, obviously glad I was awake.

"hey." I replied. "Where did you go?"

"I was looking for the council or whatever it was. I can't find it anywhere." He looked down sadly. I asked him what was bothering him. "I guess I just feel sort of bad for breaking your best shoes."

I laughed, and Howard looked startled. "Howard, its fine. And how about over there?" I pointed to a large flashing sign saying 'shaman council'.

"How the hell did I not see that?" mumbled Howard, clearly confused.

We ran over to the sign and followed under it.

"All right, sunshine?" asked a certain pink bladder. I waved, because I remembered him as the pink thing from the zoo. Come to think of it, that guy with the sword was his friend from the other day. Why did I not realise that before? If I had just told him I was that zoo staff guy, I would have never lost my shoe. I cursed quite loudly.

"We do not tolerate that kind of language here in the shaman council." Said a deep, booming voice. I turned around. Hey, It was that jerk in the cloak. Seeing it, I realised that he looked like Howard with no hair. "What have you done with young Kirk? The blonde child?"

Now I was shitting myself. Considering I had thrown him out of a van window, I didn't think we would be very welcome in the eyes of this cloak-wearing bastard.

Ready for more? Not quite yet. I'm just going to leave you on this torturing cliff hanger. Come back for more next time on ; I'm a total genius and I am always right!