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

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 I'm also sorry this will be a short chapter :)

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The break has finished, but this time the author is back in her chair, but her appearence is messed up. Her make up is smudged and her clothes are crooked, but she doesn't give two tosses.

Author- "Welcome back, now the votes are in and the winner of the forth round is...Tony Harrison"

The audience cheers as Tony waves his tentacles around madly with glee.

Author- "Well done Tony, I'll talk to you later. But first I'll have a word with the runners up, first the Hitcher"

The audience cheers once more as the Hitcher walks over and sits next to the Author.

Author- "Now, is there anything you want to say to the poepl who didn't vote for you?"

Hitcher- "I can't believe those nonces didn't vote for me. I'm gonna 'ave to cut those slag's up now, or get the old porpoise suit out. Or maybe Elsie's eels could get 'em"

Author- "Oh well, these things happen. Thanks for talking and now let's talk to the Spirit of Jazz"

The Hitcher leaves the stage brandishing his knife as the Spirit of Jazz sits with the author.

Author- "What do you want to say to the poeple who didn't vote for you?"

Spirit- "I'm gonna hav'ta populate them now, and bring 'em the pain of jazz, man"

Author- "Great, well thanks for taking part. Now, we'll talk to Tony Harrison"

The Spirit stalks off-stage as Tony is still on the table.

Tony- "I can't walk, you knob. I need my paposse"

Author- "Can someone get the pink cleft a paposse and carry him here please?"

Someone comes on stage with a neon pink paposse and puts Tony in it, bringing him closer to the Author.

Author- "That's better. Now, you've won and I understand there's something you wanna say to the poeple who voted for you?"

Tony- "Yeah, free poppers for everyone. Also, I'll make sure that slag Saboo says nothing about that stupid crunch"

Author- "Great, now that's the last winner from the four rounds. So let's bring all the winners back on!"

The audience cheers as Howard, Bollo, Kirk and the person carrying Tony line up on the stage.

Author- "Now, we'll just ask the winners who they are and what their promises are one more time"

Howard- "I'm Howard Moon and I promise jazz lovers will get to destory as much electro music as they wish and every home will recieve one of these multi purpose tweed utility suit. Also, animals will get equal rights"

Bollo- "I'm Bollo and promise free bananas for all, Bollo also DJ anywhere when asked. Also promise free hookas for every home"

Author- "Kirk, is it true you're sticking with your promise to stop being a vehicular menace, rammin' down all in your path, also stopping your drug partys and shooting the drug raiders?"

Kirk- "Yes"

Author- "And we all know Tony' promise as he's just won. Remember, only you can pick the new Boosh Prime Minister"

The show goes on a break and the author texts 'fed up wiv broom closet. let's go 2 bathroom instead x' and sends it to her mysterious 'v'.