I just spent today watching all 20 episodes of The Mighty Boosh back-to-back, plus the Live 2006 show (I may have too much free time on my hands…), so I feel like writing it again! Yay! So here's (finally!) another update!

Enjoy!xx

Disclaimer: You know the drill. Nothing is mine, etc... Actually, the Loerron theory is mine. I have no idea if there is really a theory about this stuff (somehow i doubt it lol), but if there is i haven't heard of it.

"No. No, this is crazy, this is…Vince?! You can't be Vince!"

Vince looked a bit alarmed. "What d'you mean? I told you I'm Vince!"

"But you can't be! No, this is way too…but still…oh my God!" he collapsed into the sofa, staring at Vince. "This is insane. I'm insane! You can't be Vince."

"Why?"

"Because I've been telling you the truth! Vince is a fictional character! But you're there. And real. How?! How can this be possible?! How can you be him?!"

But now that he'd realised; the more Julian looked at the man in front of him, the less he looked like Noel. He was still identical to him, but there were subtle differences. The body language for one; and there was something different about his eyes… No. as much as he may have wanted to believe otherwise; there was no way this man was Noel. So he must therefore be Vince. Either that or I've gone completely mad Julian thought. At this moment in time, he almost preferred the second theory.

"Noel!"

"What?"

"Come here!"

Noel sighed and got off the sofa, making his way down to the shop below. "What is it, Naboo?"

"We're going to see the Shaman council. See if they can come up with any ideas as to how to switch you and Vince back."

"Shaman council?" Noel shuddered as he remembered Tony Harrison. "No fucking way."

"You don't have a choice, yeah? Get on the carpet."

Noel tried desperately to come up with an excuse not to go, but he could think of none. So, reluctantly, he went outside to the carpet, where Howard and Bollo were already sat.

"Off we go!" Naboo said, jumping onto the carpet and raising it into the air. He turned to his familiar. "Bollo, did you remember the portable hookah?"

Noel reached down and gripped the edge of the carpet as tightly as he could.

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"You will never understand how weird this is." Noel muttered to Howard, staring fixedly at Tony Harrison. He felt the urge once again to touch his face, just to make sure his own head was still there.

"Do you mind?" the tentacled head said. "Why don't you just take a picture, it'll last longer!"

"Shut up you stupid cleft. No-one wants a picture of you!" snapped Saboo.

"It's not my fault! He's staring at me like I'm some sort of freak of nature!"

"You are a freak of nature Tony!"

"Saboo! Tony Harrison! Please!" Dennis turned to Naboo, Howard, Bollo and Noel. "Why have you come here, Naboo the Enigma?"

"We need your help getting Vince back. And sending Noel home."

"How did this switch come to pass?"

"Noel?" Naboo glanced at the man next to him. But Noel wasn't listening. His attention had been captured by the green female shaman to the right of Dennis. The one who looked so much like his mother. He swallowed, suddenly feeling more homesick than he had previously. "Noel!"

"Huh?" he jerked his focus back to Naboo.

"How did the switch happen?"

"I dunno. Me and Ju were going to the pub, I felt sick, then I fell in the river. Next thing I knew, I was here."

Naboo looked at the head shaman. "I think the river's important."

"Why?"

"Coz Vince fell in the river as well. That seems to be the point when they switched over." Howard put in.

"Who is this guy anyway?" Saboo asked, disinterestedly.

"Noel Fielding. He…" Naboo glanced at Noel, obviously trying t think of the best way to phrase what he was going to say next. "He sort of…created us."

"How so?"

"He has this…TV show. Back in his universe. And it's of us."

"You think it's the Loerron theory?" the Head shaman suddenly looked a lot more interested.

"The what?" Noel asked, confused.

"What I said to you before," Naboo explained, "about how fiction in one universe can create an alternate reality where it's no longer fiction. Or vice versa. It's quite a vague theory, now I think about it."

"Right." Noel was feeling very awkward. The entire Shaman council were now staring fixedly at him. Even Kirk had emerged from his drug-induced stupor to stare at him. "Loerron Theory. Cool."

"So, you want to send this one back?" Dennis enquired.

"Yeah."

"And get Vince back." Howard said, as though worried everyone might forget the young man was still stuck in another world.

"And get Vince back." Naboo agreed.

Vince was staring in increasing alarm at Julian. The other man appeared to be having a small nervous breakdown, and Vince had no idea what to do. He couldn't work out why the realisation that he was Vince had affected the older man so much. Or why he kept telling him he wasn't real, when he was right there.

"Are...are you ok?" he asked nervously.

Julian looked up. "No. No I'm bloody not ok. Oh God…" he ran a hand down his face, still staring up at Vince. "How are you here?"

"You brought me here."

"No, I mean…what I was telling you before. About Vince and the Boosh being fiction…"

"When you kept calling me Noel, yeah."

"…I wasn't lying or wrong. You are. Noel and I created a series called The Mighty Boosh, about the lives of Vince Noir and Howard Moon. What you just saw," he indicated the DVD boxes, "is the show."

"But…but I'm not fictional. I'm here."

"I can bloody see that!"

"So…hold on…does that mean Noel – the real Noel I mean – is with Howard?"

Julian considered this. "I guess it must do…" the older man could not quite suppress a smile at the thought of Howard and Naboo confronted with Noel, when they were used to Vince.

"You'll help me get back?" Vince asked worriedly, rousing Julian from his thoughts.

"What's that?"

"You'll help me get back home? To Howard? And Naboo?"

"I don't exactly know how. Magic and stuff just doesn't happen here, or at least not that I'm aware of. I'm not exactly used to characters from stories turning up in my best mate's living room you know." He saw the look of combined shock, sadness and horror which crossed Vince's face. He's like a little kid! Julian marvelled, suddenly feeling really cruel. "I'll do my best." He promised, feeling a mixture of warmth and guilt at the watery smile which Vince gave him.

Not entirely sure I'm over my block yet, but I'll keep at it!

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