Booshy Elections.
Summery- Now's your chance to vote for your favourite Boosh character to become the new Prime Minister Listen to their promises and mate your selection.
Disclaimer- I do not own the Boosh, and I hate politics. I just wanted to make them funnier this way I do not own MB Games. Warnings- Mild swearing and drug references. And also slight wee references hehe
The word 'Congrata-well done' comes from what david walliams said on Big Fat Quiz of the Year 2006, so i don't ow that either. I just couldn't help but put it in lol
Author's Notes- I want to say thanks to ButtonsMagoo for all her help and ideas for this story, to be truthful she thought of most of it, so big big thanks to her Thanks also to everyone who's voted again as well
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As the next break ends, the author gets back to her seat slowly, sinking in it in sheer exhaustion. 'No more fusions' She thinks to herself as she regains her composure.
Author- "Welcome back to Booshy Elections, sponsored by 'Pelt the Rabbit in His Big White Face' by MB Games. The bunny bumming game for all the family. Now the votes are in, and the clear winner is of course...Kirk"
The audience goes wild as the youngest shaman stands and bows.
Author- "I'll will now have a quick words with the runners up. First up, Dennis"
The head shaman doesn't get up, but instead just stares out into the distance. The author sighs.
Author- "Did he take another E?"
Saboo- "No, this time he had three espressos. We just finally stopped him from peeling himself"
Author- "...Right. Can somebody get him off the stage please?"
The security guards gently take Dennis's arms and legs and carry him out of the club.
Author- "Ok, instead we'll now talk to Saboo"
Several people in the audience cheered, except Tony Harrison who booed, as Saboo made his way over to the author.
Author- "Now, is there anything you'd like to say to the people out there who didn't vote for you?"
Saboo- "Well, those are the people who were ignorant of the crunch and now they will suffer for it"
Author- "Lovely, well thanks for coming and sorry you lost. Now, let's talk to the winner, Kirk"
The audience cheered as Saboo made his way backstage and Kirk made his way over to the author.
Author- "Are you happy that you've won?"
Kirk- "Yes"
Author- "Is it true that you've learnt everything from Saboo and still won?"
Kirk- "Yes"
Author- "Congrata-well done to you, sir. We'll see you in the next round"
Kirk gives a small bow and leaves off stage, everyone cheering for him.
Author- "Now it's time to meet our final three nominess. First up, Tony Harrison"
The pink heads tries to move, but can't.
Tony- "I can't bow, you idiot. I got no neck"
Author- "Sorry about that, now what's your promise?"
Tony- "Well, I promise to make sure Saboo never says anything about the crunch again, also promise paposses for every home"
Author- "Excellent, thanks for your time. Next up, the Spirit of Jazz"
Tony waggles his eyebrows in undertsanding and the spirit gets up, a tall, dark man with white markings wearing a white suit and a white top hat on fire. He bows to the audience.
Author- "Welcome, now I understand you've populated a new musician?"
Spirit- "Yeah man, this young musician called Lily Allen or something like that. I fitted her like a glove, man"
Author- "Great, now what's your promise?"
Spirit- "If elected, I could populate all the great leaders and make us the ultimate country. I could also bring great music to the world, man"
Author- "Brilliant, thanks for that. And now for our last nominee, the Hitcher"
The Spirit of Jazz bows low and sits back down. Then a green skinned man with a polo over his eye stands up and bows.
Author- "How are you then?"
Hitcher- "Let me tell ya, I've been busy trying to take over the world, girl"
Author- "Great, now what's your promise?"
Hitcher- "If you slag's don't vote for me, I'll have to cut you slag's up, or I'll have to put the dolphin suit on you or it could be a porpoise suit, one blowhole's the same as the next in my view. It's just a shame Elsie and her eels ain't here, else I coulda set them on yah for not voting for an old geezer like myself, don't also make me get the Piper twins on you, those nonce's will cut you up too with their calpol spoons, coz i'm tight and wouldn't buy 'em a knife"
Author- "Brilliant, well there are your next nominees, please vote nicely for the final nominee to go through"
The show closes for now and the author rushes off once again, before her phone even goes off.