CHAPTER FIVE, WITH ADDED NABOO!
Howard Moon, man of action, leapt into the small filthy van the four flatmates used to get from A to B and sometimes, if they were feeling daring, C. He drove to the school quickly, to warn Vince of what he had just witnessed on the news. As he pulled out onto the main road, he spotted Naboo and Bollo trudging up the road, laden with Shamensburys bags. The carpet was in the shop.
"What are you doing?" Naboo asked as Howard pulled up beside them.
"No time to explain, get in, we have to find Vince and warn him."
Naboo, being a shaman and therefore knowing danger when he heard about it, opened the door and jumped in. Bollo followed, muttering "I got a bad feeling about dis."
They drove through the town like a Booshified Grand Prix. As they drove, Howard filled the shaman in on the events of the day. When they arrived at St. Fred's secondary school, it was lunchtime and many teenage boys where chasing around the playground after a football, like complete twats. Howard parked the car in the bus bay (which is probably not entirely legal, but hey ho…) and they all got out, to try and find Vince.
Running round the school to a musical montage, Howard finally found Vince, eating sandwiches with a few of the pupils.
"And that," He was saying "Is how the brave Mods dragged the country, kicking and screaming towards a new age of music and fashion…"
"Vince! There you are. Listen, I need a word…"
"Is that your dad?" One of the pupils piped up. Howard scowled.
"Can it wait Howard? I was just finishing off my presentation to the kids." Vince smiled. "They're really getting into it!"
Howard, being short of patience at this point, pulled Vince to his feet and away from the bemused school children. "If you're ever confronted with mod wolves" The electro ponce shouted to his group of admirers as he was dragged away. "Just tell them you know Vince Noir, King of the Mods! Works every time!"
After meeting up with Naboo and Bollo, the four went to the only place in school guaranteed to be completely empty. The library.
The four charged in and slammed the door shut, which wasn't a good move. Mrs Wood, the librarian came flouncing in, all glasses chains and bookmarks. Fortunately she was not a fan of the music of jazz or Old Gregg might have had stiff competition.
She was also married. Which is a turn-off to some people, I have found…
What was I talking about?
Oh yes, so Mrs Wood enters stage right, flouncey, flouncey etc etc…and screams "SILENCE IN THE LIBRARY!" Which is a bit contradictory if you ask me. Our four brave booshers also thought this.
Vince turned to Howard. "Rough her up a bit will you Howard?"
One 'Nanageddon' reference later, Mrs Wood was out cold and Howard turned back to Vince. "Right. We're here to tell you about the Hitcher being back and his plan to become MP."
Vince nodded calmly.
"The Hitcher's back and he has a plan to become MP."
Vince looked alarmed. Never again would he ignore Top Shops strict changing room rules. "What are we going to do Howard?"
Howard turned to the camera and gazed off into the distance (well, as much of a distance as you can have in a small library, which was actually over to the reference section…). "Don't worry little man. We'll think of a plan." (Hey, that rhymed! Well he IS a jazz poet…thing…)
Bollo had failed to notice what was so interesting about the reference section and said: "So what your plan?"
Howard looked a bit thrown off guard. "Well, I, er…"
"You no have one do you?"
Howard looked down at his shoes. "No, but I have ideas."
"Hold that thought." Naboo said monotonously (also he felt it was time for him to say something as, now even his familiar had had more lines than him) "Howard has the ideas, but no strategy. I know someone with strategy but no ideas…"
Howard raised an eyebrow. "What are you suggesting?"
Naboo, like everyone else in Howard's life, ignored him. "Come on Bollo. We need to get the carpet. Howard, you stay here. Vince, lunch hour is almost over, you need to go and teach. And I…" He dropped his voice as he and Bollo left the library. "Will go and see the Council of Shamen…and the twat Saboo…"
-gasp- Sacre Bleu! The Council of Shamen? What will our brave boosh lads do next? Find out next time!