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Dizzy: 5 Breakdowns and Breakdowns.

Howard, Vince and Naboo were woken by Bollo's feverish grunting.

"What're you doing?" Naboo demanded, setting his turban straight in annoyance.

"There's a car out there!" The ape exclaimed, the three turned in the direction he was pointing, looking out the window. Sure enough a car was pulling up, the door opening almost tauntingly slowly.

"Howard!" Vince yelped in his high-pitched way. Howard caught the frantic Vince round the waist as he squirmed, trying to get to an escape route like a cornered animal.

"Its Bainbridge!" Naboo exclaimed in shock. Howard managed to firmly hold Vince with one arm around his waist as he looked through the back window again. Moving sinisterly towards the van was indeed his mustached nemesis, carrying his hunting rifle.

"Drive!" Naboo yelled at him in desperation.

Howard scrambled and jumped into the driving seat and floored the acceleration. As the van zoomed forwards Howard was aware of three distinct crashing sounds as the three in the back fell over from the movement.

He was preoqupied from checking their state of health when he saw Bainbridge's car lights turn on in the distance as they speeded up the steep slope to the mountains.

Vince lay where he'd fallen backwards in shock, before seeing Naboo and Bollo rummaging in their Mary Poppin's style shaman bag. The two emerged with the shaman holding a grenade and the gorilla a carpet.

"What's that for?! You're not gonna?" Vince asked in flustered panic, thinking the small man's intentions were to kill Bainbridge.

"Relax!" Naboo shouted, in the way intense situations made you. "Its portable fog, it'll lock onto Bainbridge!" He explained, taking the lock off the grenade and lobbing it out the window.

Sure enough the car behind them was engulfed in thick murky grey. They already had a head start over him, and this brought them a bit more time.

The van lurched around a hairpin corner dangerously, throwing the three back again. Naboo and Bollo managed to get up and tumbled towards the door with the carpet.

"What're you doing?" Vince yelled at them.

"What is that?" Howard joined in, whilst taking another corner at an unhealthy speed, sending Naboo and Bollo into the door and Vince into the seat.

"Magic carpet." Naboo explained as he righted himself. "Me and Bollo will go get the council, then we'll come back for you." With that he wrenched the door open just after another death defying turn.

The sudden onslaught of wind swept destructively thought he van, Vince clutched tightly onto the seat as Naboo and Bollo unfurled the carpet, Howard squinted through the hair blowing in his eyes.

"What about us!" Vince squawked over the screaming wind.

"Just keep going up! We'll be back!" Naboo barked.

"Why can't we all go?!" Howard roared, joining in with desperation.

"Its a two seater!" Bollo growled.

"Well then hurry!" Howard bellowed.

The two threw the rug out the car and jumped expertly on to it, soon out of sight.

Vince scrambled over to the open door to close it, clinging onto a seat for dear life as Howard screeched around the corner.

"Shit!" He exclaimed as a tree appeared before them.

He desperately spun the wheel, the van skidding pathetically. He heard Vince screaming and was aware he was too before the van lurched over the edge of the road.

Vince shuddered out of the daze he had fallen into, the cold snow on his bare arms and soaking through his cloths. As he blinked into focus he could just see the wheels of the van from the slope he was facing.

"Howard!" Vince exclaimed, in realization of the lack of said man. Scrambling and stumbling onto his feet, ignoring Naboo's warning, he dashed to the van. Slipping down the slope he tripped into the van from the still open door.

Looking to where the drivers seat was he saw Howard sprawled uncomfortably on the ground.

"Oh shit." Vince murmured softly at the crumpled figure. He swiftly turned Howard over, careful not to shake him too badly.

Howard had a few cuts and already forming bruises, but the worst injury was a large bloody lump on his head. Vince touched it gingerly; feeling prickles of despairing tears hit his eyes.

"No, its up to me now." He said decisively, blinking away the tears in favor of helping Howard. But how?

"Of course!" Vince exclaimed, grinning dizzily as realization hit him. He pulled a folded up piece of paper out of his pocket.

"Plan Pony! I need your help!" He said to the drawing of the pink creation. A few sparkly pink flashes later the Plan Pony stood prancing on the road.

"Thank you Plan Pony! Right." Vince added before turning to Howard. Gripping Howard under the arms he heaved him out of the van and up the slope, made possible by adrenalin, not that Vince knew that.

Once he had managed to get Howard onto the Plan Pony, he remembered Naboo telling them to keep going up the mountain.

Grabbing onto a silver tie that had appeared on the pink horse, Vince led the way up the road, hoping that Naboo and Bollo would be back soon.

After a couple of minutes of walking, Vince stumbled on the wet road and tripped to the floor, he lay there crumpled in the snow as he felt himself begun to shake violently, wracking his thin frame.

Vince frowned at the sudden fatigue that washed over him, feeling the cold pierce his skin he shuddered violently. The movement triggered daggers of pain in his left arm.

Looking shocked in its direction Vince saw the suspiciously red snow. He jumped as he saw the deep gash in his arm that was bleeding steadily. He moved the limb only to flinch as pain shot through his wrist.

He gingerly lifted the limb; it dangled in a useless, unattached way from his arm. Vince whimpered at the site, gingerly laying his arm down, but still receiving bolts of agony from it.

Vince squirmed delicately as he felt pain flare and radiate from other areas in his body as the adrenalin rush wore off.

Stabbing pains in his chest made Vince cry out, feeling things move that weren't supposed to. Through the discomfort he felt something creep up his throat, causing him to fall into a hacking cough that wracked him frame, increasing the pain.

Vince choked as he coughed, opening his eyes he felt tears of fear swim in them from the sight of blood on the snow and the warm, thick and sickening metallic taste in his mouth.

His head throbbed as he lay there, shuddering violently from cold, pain and fear.

Vince had never been hurt like this as he could remember, he had no idea what was wrong with him. No idea that he was coughing up blood because a rib had pierced a lung, that his wrist wouldn't move because it was broken.

And he was petrified by this lack of knowledge. The simple creature's senses were overwhelmed by the pain. Tears leaked down his face as he struggled to breathe.

He didn't know what was wrong, so he didn't know how to fix it.

"Help." Vince mumbled brokenly, even his clothes were soaked and wet. Eventually the terrible realization came that there was no one to help him.

With the misery of someone who only half wants to carry on Vince begun to stumble to his feet, flinching and hissing in pain. Just as he stood up, he fell heavily into the Plan Pony, unable to support himself as his previously fine ankle flared in pain.

Feeling as though actual pins and needles were being driven into him Vince sobbed. But the action only succeeded in jolting his chest into another coughing fit. Feeling the blood try to drown him Vince coughed more frantically, desperate for air, falling into a vicious suffocating cycle of pain blood and coughing.

When he finally managed to gasp for breath, Vince could see the ground spinning through the darkness in his vision. He swayed dizzily before resting his head on the Plan Pony.

As his vision sluggishly cleared he looked over the rest of himself, there were several darker, redder wet patches on his clothes that looked like blood, but whether it was his or Howard's he wasn't sure.

Gradually he was aware of the scenery becoming murky and foggy, he remembered Naboo's clinging fog and heard wheels screech in the distance.

A scarily large part of his mind, sick with misery and fear, wanted nothing more then to wait for his Uncle, wanting to be saved from the pain and cold. The feeling of a child whose parent has been late to pick them up from school. He wanted to go back to the warmth and clothes and sweets, to live his live in blissful ignorance of everything else terrible in the world. Hell, he'd even settle for a game of 'pelt the rabbit in his big white face' over this.

But then he looked over and saw Howard's limp form, and realized that he wouldn't take that over Howard. He was his friend, and gave Vince a feeling better then any clothes when he smiled.

Howard had saved him from that place, and Bainbridge would never help Howard. Howard had done more for Vince in the last few days then Bainbridge had done as long as he'd been there.

Even the lost-child side of his brain chose Howard over his mustached rival in those few seconds.

Faced with the answer came a new problem, in the state he was in, Vince would never be able to keep up with the Plan Pony, and would only slow them down.

Fresh tears of realization stinging his eyes, Vince turned to his pink comrade, becoming frantic as he heard an engine drawing nearer.

"Run Plan Pony!" He yelled as the fog thickened, the beast swiftly turned and galloped off with Howard.

Vince attempted to take a step, only to fall as his leg crumpled underneath him. Fear at being caught crept up on him, and he desperately begun crawling pathetically along the road.

He wasn't sure how long he'd crawled for, but he couldn't see anything through the fog, could barely keep moving through the blood loss haze and dizziness.

All at once Vince felt the ground slope away from where his hand was, sending him sliding and tumbling down a slope. Vince felt the uncontrollable spinning even after he'd stopped moving.

He coughed weakly, feeling the blood trickling out of his mouth as he laid his head on the snow. The uncomfortable position never occurred to him as he surrendered to the darkness creeping into the corners of his mind.

Howard was jolted into consciousness by a regular movement beneath him. After wincing at his head and touching gingerly to feel the dried blood there, he noticed that he was being supported off the ground by a pink thing.

Memories of the crash swarmed him after a few seconds. He sat up swiftly, ignoring the ache in his head and bruises in favor of being more alert.

He was glad he had been wearing his seat belt, unlike-

"Vince!" He yelled out, interrupting his own thoughts. He must have been thrown clear of the van, hurt and scared somewhere, he probably was lost.

After a few moments of imagining ever worse scenarios he came to his senses slightly. If Vince had been near to death, fatally wounded or maimed, then he wouldn't have been able to summon what Howard now recognised as the Plan Pony, let alone get Howard out the van and onto it.

"Um," Howard begun, feeling a bit foolish. "Plan Pony?" At its questioned name the pink beast turned to look at Howard and winked eye lashed eyes at him.

"Uh, can you find Vince? Please?" At the request the horse neighed and galloped off violently, causing Howard to cling on for dear life as it tore off.

After the most terrifying journey of his life the pony neatly reared, sending Howard sliding off its rump to the ground.

As he blinked in annoyance the horse flashed pink violently, and disappeared in the sparkly way it usually did.

Howard grumbled as he stood up, the creature was clearly unstable.

Looking around Howard nearly missed the black standing out from the snow. Squinting at it he saw it was a very distinctly shaped lump in the snow.

"Shit!" He muttered, much the same as Vince had done to him earlier, and scrambled through the snow to get to him.

Brushing the accumulated snow off Vince he saw him laying in an unnatural position, the snow around him stained eerily red.

Turning him over Howard felt just how cold Vince was, and tried to be careful of the bloody patches on his clothes.

Vince was even paler then usual, his hair making almost as sticking a contrast with his skin as it did with the snow.

Howard saw the bloody arm and lifted it gently, only to see Vince's hand dangling limply. Noticing the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth Howard softly felt Vince's ribs, feeling at least one break.

Howard gently held Vince, he must have been terrified, being in pain but without the knowledge to know why.

As he felt snow falling sinisterly he looked around, the wind was picking up too. There was a small cave half disguised by snow.

Howard delicately lifted his thin friend and carried him to the cave. It was just big enough for the two of them to fit in crouching, but it was better then nothing.

Almost as soon as they were inside the wind begun howling ferociously, as though warning him of something.

But Howard was too tired to notice, he held Vince close, grabbing his bleeding arm to put pressure on it, and slowly but surely begun to fall asleep.

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