A/N: Hello. Somewhat shorter chapter this time, because, as the name suggests, this is just an interval. And also because I have lost the ability to write in the third person. Hopefully this won't be quite as dark as previous chapters, since we now have shamans. It's still fairly dark. But with the bright pink form of Tony Harrisin lighting the way, it will be better. So, I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I can't have it all, can I? I don't own the Mighty Boosh.

Interlude

The shamans sat at their table, engaged in an argument as usual.

"It's an outrage!" Tony Harrison waved his tentacles in disgust. "We can't be expected to drop everythin' to please your human pals!"

"It's not to please 'em. It's to save 'em."

"Nevertheless, we cannot leave our duties to one side to deal with your pets." Saboo argued.

"Vince not pet!" Bollo said aggressively. "Vince precious flower!"

"And what of the other one?" Dennis interjected. "The stupid-looking one."

"The one that looks like you, you mean." Naboo replied.

"How dare you! I look nothing like him!"

"Yeah you do."

"I am my own person! I do not look like anyone."

"Just shut up, Dennis." The head shaman glared in disgust, but listened to what Naboo had to say. "Vince and Howard are stuck in an artists' squat. Vince is havin' drug problems and Howard's being 'is usual ballbag self. I need somethin' to sort 'em out."

"And how did these problems arise, exactly?" Saboo said. "Oh, wait, could it be because he is an idiot to use the drugs in the first place?"

"Peer pressure, you numbskull. There's a bloke in this squat- real nasty piece o' work. Finley Cameron, 'is name is."

"Is he a demon?" Dennis asked.

"No, just a human. Drug dealer. He took a liking to Vince, and now they're both in trouble."

"Nah, nah, nah." Tony Harrison insisted. "You got it all wrong. He can't be human; the police'd get 'im."

"Well, no one's caught on to 'im yet. I don't know if they ever will." He looked around at the assembled shamans, even Kirk, who was staring at a space three feet to the left of Naboo's head. "All I want is for you lot to help me make this potion. It'll help Vince when he comes back to me."

"How do you know he ever will come back to you?" Saboo demanded. "How do you even know all of this for sure?"

"I know more than you realise, Saboo. I 'ave visions. I saw Vince the other night. He hurt 'imself. I'll get 'im back. You wait." He pulled a list of items out of his robe pocket and threw them onto the table. "This is what we need. You won't be able to get all this from Shamansbury's. You might 'ave to go to Eurostretcher, and some of it'll have to come straight from the forest."

"Very well." Dennis said. "I suggest that I go to Shamansbury's, as I am most familiar with it. Saboo, you will take Tony Harrison with you to Eurostretcher."

"Aw, not again." Tony whined. "I always get stuck with 'im, he's a nutjob."

"I agree. Can I not go alone?" Saboo asked.

"No, we don't want 'im either." Naboo said.

"Outrage." Tony muttered. "Total outrage."

"Shut up. Kirk can help us look for the forest items."

"Kirk can't help you!" Dennis said. "He's off his head. Look at him; he's staring into another dimension." Naboo nodded.

"Kirk, is it true that you take fifty tabs of acid a day, and that after this you can win a staring contest with a painting?" He asked. Kirk nodded.

"Yes."

"Dennis, take 'im with you, make sure he doesn't cause trouble."

"Who made you head shaman?" Dennis asked indignantly.

"No one. I got a job that needs doin', and I'm gettin' it done."

"Fine. Come, Kirk." They made their way off through the trees. Saboo picked up a complaining Tony Harrison and unrolled the magic carpet. They got settled and took off into the night, their petulant voices fading to the wind. Naboo sighed, and Bollo patted his shoulder.

"Idiots. All of 'em, idiots. Why did I ever come to this planet?"

"Was a mistake." Bollo said.

"And I don't know if they really know how to help me. What if they get the wrong ingredients and it doesn't work?"

"Don't worry. Shamansbury's very clearly labelled."

"What about Eurostretcher?"

"I don't know. Stupid name, anyway. Sounds like what they carry off injured footballers on."

"What're we gonna do, Bollo? It's gonna go wrong."

"No, will be fine. Vince strong. Vince will be fine."

"This is my fault, Bollo. I didn't pay the bills, and now Vince is-" He broke off and sat bolt upright. He stared at nothing. Bollo rolled his eyes. Visions again. They had been coming every day for the past week; way more often than usual. Naboo stayed still for a long moment. Then he loosened up and stared at Bollo in horror.

"This is worse than I thought. Something big's gonna happen, and it'll be Vince in the firing line."

"What will happen?" Bollo asked in a panic.

"I can't see it properly. He won't survive if someone doesn't help him, though."

"We will help him."

"No, Bollo. We've 'ad run-ins with Finley, he'll recognise us!"

"Then who?" Bollo bellowed. Naboo put his head down on the table for a moment. Thinking.

"Howard."

"Who?"

"Howard!" Naboo sat up. "Howard'll have to help him, won't he?"

"Thought you said they were staying away?"

"They 'ave to go back to each other!" he shouted desperately. "It's Vince and Howard! They're always together, they don't leave each other's sides, they have to sort themselves out, or Vince is gonna die! I can't-" Bollo placed a hairy hand over Naboo's mouth.

"Shh." He said. "Vince will be fine. Harold help him."

"Howard." Naboo mumbled.

"Shh." Bollo moved his hand and rubbed Naboo's back.

"You're treatin' me like Vince."

"Well, Naboo precious flower also."

"Thanks, Bollo, but I don't go in for soppiness." He got up. "Come on, we need some herbs." He consulted his list. "We need Jack-go-to-bed-at-noon."

"What the hell is that?"

"It's a herb." They walked off into the forest together, the dark shadows cast by the trees enveloping them in blackness until they were invisible.

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