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 Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 3:04 am
"Don't worry. You only have to use it straight away. It takes a full 10 minutes until it explodes. And the ingredient is juju juice. Look, the maps on the back of that bottle," Naboo said, pointing to the bottle.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 1:37 pm
"See, no big deal," Vince whined. Once again he took the bottle and was about to scamper off ino the bathroom when he spun on his high heels and asked, "Wait what was the second ingredient again?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 7:21 pm
Howard walked over to Vince and pulled the bottle out of Vince's hands. "Juju juice," he answered for Naboo as he rotated the bottle until the piece of paper attatched to the bottle faced upwards. "What'd you say this map was for, Naboo?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 5:24 am
"Finding the Juju juice," replied Naboo, nodding.
Bollo grunted "But what about the gian-"
"Bollo! Put the kettle on!" interrupted Naboo.
Bollo stopepd talking and turned round and walked over to the kettle.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 8:23 pm
"Juju juice?" Vince mused, looking to Howard. "Give that here, Howard?" he asked as sweetly as he could, extending a hand towards the map and hoping that his friend wouldn't see through the plan Vince was already formulating.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 8:27 pm
"oh boy got me some fine JuJu Juice, yes sir," he hissed to himself, fondling the bottle in his pocket. "just have to wait till the next full moon and, ah crap what else did it say?" the spirit of jazz took out the bottle again and examined the instructions. "the hair of a virgin. damn...where'm i gonna get one of those?" he waited and hoped that something sometime would come along. until then he would wait in his cave.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 11:10 pm
Howard placed the bottle back in Vince's hands and looked up at Naboo. "You mean you don't have any juju juice here?" Looking genuinely apologetic he turned back to Vince and added, "sorry little man, looks like your fringe will just be a bit loose today. You should take a leaf out of my wardrobe; I don't mess about with my hair yet I have a very powerful look going on"
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 5:51 pm
Vince rolled his eyes and whispered into Howard's ear, "Come on, don't be such a square! No wonder women flock away from you!" He backed away, with a disappointed look at his friend and hoped what he said would sink in.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 6:07 pm
Howard sighed loudly, slumping slightly with a contemplative look towards the bottle. After a moments consideration he inhaled quickly, brought his shoulders up, flashed a grin at Vince, and tried to look as impressive as possible. "I'm not a square, I'm Howard T.J. Moon, comin atcha like a beam like a ray like a kestrel, ow!. Now let's go get us some juju juice."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 7:05 pm
"Yeah aoight!" Vince beamed. "Cheers Howard. I'm gonna start packin', can you ask Naboo for directions? Thanks!" And he was gone, surely to not be seen again for a few hours at least while he tried to compress his entire wardrobe into a modest number of suitcases. Meaning of course eleven or twelve.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 10:30 pm
Howard let out the tiniest exhale of breath and let himself slouch slightly now that Vince had left the room. The grin remained, however; Vince's excitement was contagious. He glanced around absentmindedly, searching for any necessary supplies that might be in the room, noticing the straightener was already missing; probably on its way to Vince's suitcase... "The little idiot... ask Naboo for directions? He's told us twice already that the map's on the back of the--" He broke off, eyes widening; he frantically searched for the bottle before realizing that he'd placed it back into Vince's hands before he'd left the room.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:49 pm
He was halfway through packing his sixth suitcase when Vince felt like he had forgotten something. As he tossed Naboo's bottle into the trash (after emptying out the thing's air into a less asthetically offensive container) he just couldn't shake the feeling something was misplaced; wrong.
"Hm...ah yeah," he remembered and reached for that damned straightener.
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