There once was a young girl who only wanted the best and most from life. When she was only ten, she arrived in a large shipping crate and popped out saying her name and playing a solo for the three men who would become her father's/best friends. They always cared for this free-spirited-guitar protégé. She was their heart and soul and the world's best guitarist. She always seemed to be getting herself into trouble though. And one day, that trouble bit her in the butt. She had decided to take the Geep out to town to meet some friends for a movie, lunch, and some shopping. This would be a hard feat, considering the fact that Murdoc rarely let others drive "His" Geep. She managed to get the keys, start it up, and leave, without Murdoc even finding out. She went to lunch, and shopping, then to the movie. At lunch, the girls all talked about girly stuff, when they went shopping, they stopped at all their favorite girly stores, and then they went to see a chick flick. Then after the movie, all her friends decided to go to a bar. They all used their fake ID's, then as they were sitting at the bar and she had ordered a Coke a Cola, her friends started snickering which turned to full blown laughter. She eventually gave in to her friends incessant chanting "Do It, Do It, Do It!" She gave in so much that she ended up having at least 5 drinks, and 3 shots, plus a hint of the only joint the group had. She was the only one who drank that much the whole night, so her friend Emily drove her and the Geep home that night. When the three other band mates woke up that morning, they found her sitting at the table with her hung-over head asleep on the table. She had her hands over her painful head, and looked like a Zombie. 2D quietly tapped her shoulder and said: "Nūdoru, would ya please wake up and explain yerself, why tha' bloody 'ell 'ave you fallen asleep on the kitchen table?" She gently woke up, and her eyes looked worse than a whale who was covered in barnacles and was bruised. Then Murdoc noticed that the Geep keys were hanging on the wrong hook, and then he yelled: "Oh no, you didn't little lady, you did not take the bloody Geep keys and drive out yesterday to meet up with friend's downtown! You also, please God no, didn't use a fake ID to get drunk at a bar and then proceed to get hung-over on MY KITCHEN TABLE, and is that Pot I smell on you? NO WAY, NOT EVER, NOT IN A MILLION YEARS! GO GET WASHED UP, TAKE SOMETHING FOR THE HEAD ACHE, AND THEN OFF TO YOUR ROOM FOR THRE MONTHS, NO IF ANDS OR BUTS ABOUT IT! OKAY?" "Okay Murdoc-San."
By: Noodle G. Stefani (Dani Noodle H. Bailey)