A/N: Hello cheeky bitches! So guess what? I'm sick so I don't have to go to school tomorrow (Monday, by the way in case I don't get this done tonight)! Yay! That also means that I have some extra time to do the homework that I didn't do on Saturday because I'm a procrastinator! I'll probably have to go to school on Tuesday, though so I'll probably be overloaded with homework and won't be able to do it that night. But three in one day! Aren't I amazing? That is, if you want to consider the first one as today. I really did it at one in the morning right before I went to sleep. Anyways, thanks Mrs Old Gregg for the review! I'm sorry I couldn't put it in the last chapter but I had posted it two minutes before you reviewed but I'm thanking you now! I also want to say that I was reading over my story because I was bored and I wanted to see if it was shit or not and I noticed that at the end I said, "Nothing. That's just really an improvement to our usual outfits." That wasn't what I meant, though. I meant, "Nothing. That's just an improvement to your usual outfits." Vince wouldn't say that his outfits look worse than flamingo suits. Common mistake, people. I hope nobody was too confused. Well, this author's note is getting long so I'll shut up now.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Boosh but could I come up with my own show and call it the Snidely Doosh?

Yin and Yang

"That was amazing!" Vince said, rushing back into the Nabootique with Howard close behind him.

Howard slammed the door of the shop and quickly locked it behind him, trying to regain his breath. "Don't… you ever try… to get me…to do something like that…ever again," he said, hyperventilating.

Vince laughed. "Come on, Howard! That was fun!"

Howard managed to regain his breath and stared menacingly at Vince. "Maybe for you it was fun but people started pelting me!"

"A few pebbles won't hurt you that bad."

"Pebbles? Who said anything about pebbles? They were throwing bowling balls and crowbars at me!"

"Come on, Howard. Let's go change out of these outfits," Vince said, choosing to ignore this last comment.

They walked up the stairs to the flat and went to their rooms to change. Howard was done in the matter of minutes, changing into a corduroy in aggressive nutmeg and shoes in a haunted muffin. Vince, on the other hand, took a while to change into his clothes.

Howard decided to make some tea while he waited for Vince and watch Jurgen Habourmaster's new documentary on whale overcoming his fear of heights.

Somewhere in between all the starfish making fun of Harold the whale and a little girl saying, "Come on Harold, you can do it! You can flyyyy!" , Howard fell asleep.

Vince came out two hours later dressed in a purple feathery coat, grey drainpipes, and a Gary Numan T-shirt.

"Hey Howard?" Vince said, noticing Howard sitting on the couch. Vince got no reply.

"Howard?" Vince said again, getting closer to him.

"How-ard?" Vince said, now standing right in front of him and noticing he was asleep.

Vince smiled to himself and sat on the couch beside Howard with his knees on the cushion and leaned over to him so close that their noses were touching. "Howard?" Vince whispered again.

Howard woke up with a panic as he noticed how close Vince was. He automatically jerked and bumped heads with Vince.

"Ow!" Vince said, leaning backwards and rubbing his forehead. "What the hell was that for?"

"Have you ever heard of an invasion of personal space?" Howard asked.

Yeah, but I was kind of hoping you didn't mind, Vince thought. He didn't say this aloud, though. "I was trying to wake you up, you titbox!"

"And you thought that was the best way to?"

Vince took a moment to calm down. He was tired of arguing with Howard. He didn't like it. "I'm sorry, Howard, okay?" Vince said, refusing to meet Howard's eyes.

Howard smiled gently. "Hey, it's alright little man," he said, touching Vince's hand like he wanted to grab it but then thought better of it.

Vince looked up into Howard's eyes and smiled sadly. He knew what he had to do. It was the perfect moment. They hardly ever had moments like these and it would be weird just to say it out of the blue. Vince took a deep breath. His heart was beating violently in his chest but he tried to ignore it. "Howard, I-"

"Move out of the way you ball bags. Peacock Dreams is on." Naboo said, squeezing in between Vince and Howard. Bollo followed shortly behind him and squeezed in between Vince and Naboo.

Vince looked longingly at Howard who was now all the way on the other side of the couch. He really wanted to tell Naboo and Bollo to fuck off and go watch Peacock Dreams somewhere else but he knew he'd definitely get some weird looks. Vince sighed and got up from where he was sitting.

"Where are you going?" Howard asked.

"I'm going to Leroy's. His mom's making some quiche tonight."

"Weren't you going to ask me a question?"

Vince knew it was absolutely impossible to tell him now. Naboo and Bollo were right there and it just didn't seem right so he said the first thing that came to his mind, "Oh, yeah, your shoes untied." And with that, he left.

Howard was utterly confused. He felt like Vince was going to say something really important and most of all, he was wearing zip-up hiking boots.

A/N: So what did you think? I'm not going to continue the story until I get at least one more review. So if you're one of those people that don't feel up to reviewing even if they're really good stories because you just got home for work or something and you're too tired, WELL TOUGH SHIT! WE ALL HAVE ISSUES! I WAS IN 'NAM FOR CHRIST SAKE! I love to use quotes at random times. It freaks people out. Anyways, review…please.