Whoo, I'm back! Exams are finally over! I can get back to updating my stuff, and reviewing everything people have written over the past 2 weeks! Anyway, here's (finally) another update! Enjoy!

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Noel felt his stomach jump into his mouth as the carpet began it's descent towards the Nabootique. Even though he was sure this was all in his head so nothing could really hurt him, it didn't stop him feeling slightly dizzy at the thought that the only thing between him and a 50 foot drop was less than half an inch of carpet. He was also feeling slightly annoyed, because Howard kept poking him. "Do you mind? I thought you weren't meant to like touching people?"

Howard blushed. "Sorry. It's just…you are so much like Vince."

"Well I did style him on me…"

Howard frowned slightly. "You keep saying that. What exactly do you mean when you say you 'play' us on TV?"

Noel was interrupted from answering when the carpet pulled to a stop outside. "Everyone off!" Naboo ordered cheerfully.

Noel stared. It was exactly the same as The Nabootique from the show. Only this was real; a real shop in a real street. "My imagination must be good!" he murmured to himself as he gazed at it. "When I do wake up, I am gonna have some excellent ideas. I may never have writers block again!" he followed them inside, eager to look at the flat.

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"Sorry, can you go over this one more time?" Howard asked, frowning.

Noel sighed. Howard could be bloody infuriating sometimes. When I wake up, I'll have to talk to Ju about making him a little more…I dunno. Normal.

"I'm Noel Fielding. I created the Mighty Boosh. Which in my world is a Radio show, a TV series, and a soon-to-be film."

"And this shows our lives."

"Well, yeah. You and Vince, you're like; the stars!"

Howard made a funny little spasm in Naboo's direction. "Vince! Oh God, I forgot all about him! Where the hell is he?!"

"Calm down, Howard. He's probably switched places with Noel. How, I have no idea."

Noel grinned. He wished this was real, just coz that would mean Vince was back home, probably driving Julian mad.

"I'm glad you're enjoying this!" Howard snapped.

"What's your problem?"

"Oh, I don't know; you just told me that you created us and expect me to be ok with that?! I'm Howard Moon; I have a varied and rich history. I was not created 8 years ago by some little twat in heels!"

Noel's eyes widened. "Alright! Calm down!"

"Don't tell me to calm down, sir! How much control do you and your friend have over us, exactly?!" Howard asked angrily. Noel considered this, still slightly taken aback following Howard's outburst.

"Well, um, I dunno really. From what Naboolio here told me, it seems like you follow our scripts. But then again things have happened which weren't in the scripts at all. Which to me is totally genius! I could use some of this stuff when I wake up!"

Howard frowned at the oddity of this comment, but decided to let it pass. If Noel had created Vince, then it seemed likely he would be just as weird and random.

"It does make sense." Naboo said slowly. Howard gaped at him.

"What?!"

"There's a theory about stuff like this. That ideas can create new worlds where the fantasy is, in fact, reality."

"So, what, you're telling me all this is fiction?!"

"No. Not anymore, their fiction has become our reality, so to speak. Of course, it could be the other way around. You know, our reality has seeped into their world, so their fiction is based on us. No way of knowing really."

Howard wasn't sure if Naboo was making that up to make him feel better, but he liked that theory much better so he decided to stick with that.

"But that's us!"

Julian went over to see what his friend was pointing at. Pinned to the notice board in the kitchen was what appeared to be a still from one of the zoo episodes.

"Yeah, that's us…" he said slowly.

"But you just said we were never at the zoo! I knew you were just bein' a freak…"

"That's from the show."

"Why do you keep saying that? What show?"

Julian sighed. He wasn't sure if he should show him the DVDs of the show, but he couldn't think of any other way to try and convince him it was all fake.

"Come on. I'll show you."

The other man looked faintly surprised when Julian took his hand, but he ignored it. He put in the disk and turned to where the younger man was sat on the sofa, watching him curiously. "What're we watching?"

"The television series. The first one, from the zoo."

Vince blinked when the red curtain appeared on the screen, and Howard and Vince appeared on screen introducing the show. "That is just genius!" he exclaimed, not fully comprehending yet what he was watching. The title music came on. "That sounds like you!"

"It is me."

"Oh." he paused. "That polo design is genius. I love polo's."

"You came up with that."

"What're you on about? No I…" he broke off with a frown of confusion as the gates to the zoo appeared on screen. "Why're we watchin' the zoo?"

"Just watch…"

And then Howard and Vince walked onto the screen, Howard complaining about seed distribution or something, Vince wasn't really listening. He perked up when they started discussing the 'Charlie' books, but then frowned. "How are we watching this?" he asked slowly. "We shouldn't be able to watch this, it wasn't being taped…"

"It was all taped, mate. Like I said; it's a TV show."

"No…no, it's not…" Vince couldn't understand this. He knew his life was real; he'd been living it for long enough. But this…none of this made sense. Everyone was acting weird; Howard wasn't acting like himself at all… Vince turned to the side and pulled a little face. "Has the whole world gone mad?" he turned back to the older man. "What're you on about?" he noticed he was looking at him strangely. "What?"

"What were you just doing?"

"Huh?"

"You were just talking…" Julian frowned at him, curiously. "Did you just break the fourth wall when there aren't any cameras?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just then. You looked away from me and said 'Has the whole world gone mad?' Why did you do that?"

"I dunno, I just…I mean, I always…" Vince honestly didn't know what to say. He had always done that; looked over to one side and spoken to no-one. Everyone did, it was normal, wasn't it? "Howard?"

"I keep telling you, mate." He said, gently. "I'm not Howard."

Vince stepped forwards and looked at him; really looked at him. The face was Howard's, the eyes looking back at him were the same as always…but there was something slightly…off. The hair was still scruffy, but almost stylishly so rather than the unkempt mop Howard liked to keep on top of his head. The body language was different too; he seemed much more relaxed than Howard did. "You're not Howard, are you?" he said quietly.

The other man looked relieved about something. "No. I'm Julian."

"Julian?"

"Yeah!"

"So…where's Howard? How come you look like him?"

Julian sighed, and Vince got the distinct impression he'd said something wrong and disappointed him.

"You should get some sleep, Noel. Maybe in the morning you'll be able to remember more."

It was only later, once he was in bed and could hear Julian's snores from the guest room, that Vince realised Julian had called him 'Noel'. Who the hell was he, and why did everyone think Vince was him?

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