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The five of them were staring worriedly at the 5th floor. There was litter, scattered eerily around them, mist curled round their feet, shop windows were smashed. They could hear scurrying feet and moaning. This was going to be the most difficult floor yet. Bollo whimpered, which was quite out of character.

"What is it with this floor? Why's it so creepy?" asked Vince of no one in particular.

"I just wet my panties," said Fossil, crest-fallen.

"There must be like, a massive evil monster on this floor," Naboo replied calmly to Vince's question.

"Like a boss? Like the boss at the end of every world in Spyro! They start off easy, but then they get really hard, I had to use cheats..." Vince trailed off topic.

"Vince, I thought you were supposed to be cool? Like go out with mates instead of playing video games?" Naboo asked sceptically.

"Yeah but I had chickenpox last summer, and couldn't go out looking all ikky, so I locked myself in my bedroom and played on my GameBoy and Playstation 2. I'm still cool, alright?" he answered defensively.

Naboo nodded. "So what do we do now?"

"We should go find the boss monster!" cheered Vince.

"Why? Can't we just make a break for the stairs?" Howard interjected, in a slightly cowardly manner.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Vince bit his lip.

"I don't want to die today, no sir. I say we all leg it in 3, 2, 1, now!" Howard started sprinting towards the next flight of stairs, without giving the others much time to think.

Surprisingly, Bob Fossil was the first one to catch his legs up with Howard's words, and started jogging after him, his belly jiggling all over the place.

Then Naboo and Bollo caught on, Naboo scurrying like a mouse, and Bollo lumbering like, well, like a gorilla. While Bollo kept his eyes ahead, Naboo turned to see if Vince was following; instead he was just standing there vacantly, watching them go. Naboo stopped, and went to drag Vince along with him.

That was the only reason they didn't get caught in the humungous net that engulfed the other three.

"Ha, you're all trapped in my net. Like I fished you out the sea. I went fishing once, I caught Brian Ferry. I don't really know what 'e was doing in the ocean, but I decided to let him back in the wild. 'E swam away and I never saw 'im again. I'm The Moon."

Vince and Naboo looked around, trying to place where this mellow voice was coming from. Then Vince spotted it. A glow from around the corner of a big old restaurant. They walked around, and saw The Moon. Just sitting there, like a colossal beach ball, made of cheese.

"Aren't you supposed to be in the sky?" inquired Vince.

The Moon turned around to look at them. "Er, I was in the sky, when I fell down. It was like, being in a water slide, but one made of air." The Moon smiled dopily, then turned round, so his back was facing them again.

Vince and Naboo exchanged looks, and then Vince continued, eyeing the net holding Bollo, Bob and Howard. "Why've you netted our friends?"

Tediously, The Moon turned to look at them again. "I-I, because I'm lonely. I used to get men in funny costumes come up to me, and monkeys, and mice, but now I don't even have Jupiter to talk to."

Vince looked helplessly at Naboo.

"Why don't you just float back up into the sky then?" Naboo looked up at The Moon.

"I just need a-a bit of a shove," said The Moon.

Vince stalked over, and gave the big sphere a shove. He came back, covered in shaving cream, and stood next to Naboo.

"Hey, Naboo, The Moon's not made of cheese- he's made of shaving cream!" Vince was so excited by his discovery, that he failed to notice that his face paint, hair and outfit were ruined. "Anyway, he's not budging."

Naboo the Enigma pondered this for a few seconds, and then made a decision.

"Tell you what, if you let Bollo go-"

"-and Howard," interrupted Vince.

"Yeah, if you let Bollo and Howard go-"

"-and Fossil. Don't forget Fossil."

Naboo sighed inwardly. "If you let them all go, I'll use my shaman powers, and get you back in orbit."

"Oh, I've never been to orbit, could you just get me back in the sky again?" grinned the alabaster retard.

Naboo nodded, and a few seconds later, the other three walked around the corner.

"How did you let them out?" Vince quizzed The Moon.

"I dunno, I'm The Moon."

Vince accepted this explanation, and Naboo started doing a funky Shaman dance, that would make The Moon return to his rightful place.

With a pop, the moon was gone, and Naboo was dusting off his hands.

"That could've gone worse," commented Bollo.

"Yeah, now we can go get the future Naboo," said Vince.

"And I can go swimming again!" yelled Bob. This earned him a few looks of confusion.

Naboo and Bollo lead the way up the very last flight of stairs, and Fossil skipped along behind them.

"It's weird, but I'm gunna miss this shopping centre," said Vince, looking at the place where The Moon had just been sitting.

"I'm not..."

"Oh come on Howard, remember looking through the lamp shop? Oh light the lamp..."

Vince had started the crimp, and Howard couldn't help but join in.

"Oh, light the lamp, ouch!

Light the lamp, fire!

Using the fossil fuels

Turning icebergs into pools

On and off, on and off, on and off, on and off

Torch in hand, use a lamp

Hold the lamp, light the lamp

Trying to find Naboo

In a lamp shop!"

They both chuckled, nostalgically.

"I guess it hasn't been too bad," reasoned Howard.

Vince chose that moment to ruffle up his hair, then remembered that he was covered in shaving cream.

"Oh no! I'm covered in it! This is the end of the world!" Vince sobbed into Howard's shoulder, as the older man rolled his eyes, and escorted the weeping electro-poof upstairs.