Prologue (Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz or Jim Beam)
Noodle started to ponder her life... She was an orphan, 21, living with a drunkard, a dullard, and a druggie. Her first "Job" was being part of a crack military group, as one of the 23 children picked. She was saved by her loving mentor when the other children were deemed too dangerous and exterminated... She had no money and no share of the profits, and neither did russel. 2D and Murdoc hogged it all. She was constantly harassed by fan boys, and even fan girls! She was too old to live as a flatmate, and needed cash badly. Noodle sat down on her bed, secluded in her room. Her bandmates were out grocery shopping, and she decided to raid the fridge for snacks and a drink. She slowly got up and walked out of her room... Her gentle footsteps could barely even be heard. Them and the sqeeking of rats was all that could really be heard throughout the all of Kong... She kept walking until she reached the kitchen. She opened up the fridge, hungry and bored. She peeked into the back and saw it-
A few bottles of Jim Beam. Would she drink it? "Hmmm... Should I? I'll get in trouble if Russel or 2D find out... But of course, I am 21 now. Murdoc would just laugh his ass off! He'd find it hilarious!" She reached back and grabbed it. "Well, here we go..." She said as she took the first drink. She nearly gagged at the horrible taste, but chugged some more down. In 10 minutes she had drinken 3 bottles. She hardly ever drank and so she was especially intoxicated. She went into her room and got a marker and drew 2D's face on a pillow and started talking to it. "You know I don't like to drink alone 3-2-2-Dee... You wanna watcha movie? Aha ha ha ha..." She laughed for a couple more minutes, but then sat down. "What the hell is wrong with me?" She pondered. Suddenly she heard the sound of a door being opened and closed. "Gasp! It must be a bloody robba!" She exclaimed, and grabbed the bat next to her bed unsteadily. She swaggered out of her bedroom. She heard the sound moving in the direction of the kitchen. "E-she-de robba wants a food!" She said to nobody in particular. She continued advancing to the kitchen, and in a couple of minutes she had found it. She quickly opened the kitchen door and hit the first person who was in front of the door- 2D.
2D screamed like a girl and fell to the floor, only slightly conscious of what was going on. He heard some yelling, and Noodle's protests. But then he heard Murdocs hoarse voice, exclaiming "'Ey! Where's my Jim Beam? Nood- Oh shit." And with that 2D slowly got up. "What the bloody hell is going on? Noods, who hit me? It 'urts abunch!" Murdoc paced over to him. "She drank the beer in the fridge mate! All of it! There wos like, wot, 4 bottles in der!" Russel looked even more pissed than the others- he seemed twice his normal size and he had an angry look on his face. Noodle spoke up, "I'm twen-ee un roight? Wot the 'ell do you tosspots think I would do?! And why are you so mad Muds? I thought you would be crackin' up if you found at!" "Because, luv, those were my last friken bottles! If you would a boughten 'er own den that would have been fine with me, but I'm not sure about them two, though!" He pointed over to 2D and Russel. "I mean, I nkow how protective 2D is of you, and Russ doesn't want you to go off to some bar and meet some weirdo!" Noodle threw her hands up and shouted. "Fine then! I'm leaving!" And with that she stormed out of the room and out of their lives.
She packed everything she could that night, and left Kong at about 12:03. Noodle suddenly realized something- where would she stay? She decided to hide in the bunker until she had enough money to get a hotel room. She quietly snuck back into Kong and hid in the bunker. She dumped the potatoes out of their sack, and slept in that. She had a long, sleepless night, her head filled with disturbing thoughts of the future... But then she made a plan. A plan to get some hard-earned dough... When she awoke, it was only 7:08, and she was hungry. She looked around the area she had chosen, the food storage area. She was surrounded by food, mostly potatos, granola bars, and cookies. She diggede into a granola bar, and grabbed a potato to roast over the hellhole. She could here the white noise of the radio in the radio room, previously home to Brian Mouse, but also footsteps! She quickly scanned her surroundings again, and hid behind several sacks of potatos and a box of cookies. She peeked out and saw Murdoc walking by, most likely to do some Satanic rituals near the hellhole. Yep. He was holding some Pentagrams. Noodle sighded a sigh of relief when he walked past, not noticing her heavy breathing and sneaked out of the bunker. She tiptoed quietly past 2D's room and Murdoc's new Winnebago. She carefully walked out the front lobby, and glanced at the Pazuzu statue. It seemed to have moved since yesterday. How strange... Noodle walked carefully through the landfill, and eventually found the street. She walked until she was too far out of her bandmates' possible sight. She then tried to hitchhike; It was tourist season and this was a much taken shortcut to more desirable locations. Plenty of cars went by, but after a few hours, Noodle's thumb was sore, but then a Bentley pulled over and shouted to her: "Where are you going? London, ba chance?" Noodle decided yes, and shouted back. "Yes! Please!" "Well then come on, le's go!" Noodle then ran to the car, and inspected the chap inside. He wore a pencil thin, blond mustache. He was wearing a tweed overcoat over a white vest proclaiming "Death Metal Rocks", and a tweed hat. He had black, polished shoes on, and blue jeans. "What an odd outfit..." She thought. The man gave her a happy smile and they drove off.
The man immediately noticed the smell of alchahol on her breath after only a few seconds. "You been drinkin?" He asked. "Yes... My first time last night. A few bottles of Jim Beam." Noodle replied. "Jim Beam, 'ey? You oughta get some better stuff! The kind straight from the brewery, not from a shipping truck!" Noodle replied with an unsteady yeh; she felt akward and alone. He drabbled on with a few more questions, like where are you from and of course what's you name, but the rest of the trip was pretty silent. At one point she had to go to the bathroom, and asked the man(Robby was his name) to pull over at the next rest area. They did, and it was slightly awkward again. She came back to the car and they kept driving. Once they got to london, Noodle got out. "Thanks for the ride!" She complimented, and the man smiled, waved goodby, and drove off, leaving her all on her own once again. She looked around for the nearest bank, about to put her masterplan into action...