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2d: I can't believe it; Murdoc is acting wimpy in the end.
Russell: And don't forget to mention that he apologized to d' after all the commotion.
Noodle: He told us all to hide inside of his Winnebago!
Murdoc: Ugh, not you too.
2d: Aw Muds, I love you for that, the things you said.
Murdoc: Don't go telling the whole world about-
Noodle: Boys!
Madison: Thank you, Noodle.
Noodle: You are very welcome.
Chapter One: The Density of a failing Lifeboat
"Tip the log over or we'll drown!" the raspy voice repeated for the seventeenth time that night.
Murdoc grumbled and trailed into Kong Headquarters. Itching his eyes red, he spotted 2d, rubbing his azure spikes in confusion. Standing in the kitchen, he glanced about the shelves.
"Ey face ache, quite the racket," murdoc demanded, whacking him on the side of the head.
Defending himself, 2d sputtered, "It-it came from inside the cabinets somewhere. It was not me!" Still a little shaky he wisely backed off against the wall, ignoring Murdoc's scowling embrace.
"Tip the log over or we'll drown!"
Murdoc flipped through the cabinets, a sound of noisy dominos tumbling one after the other. 2d twitched as Murdoc yanked him by the wrist unexpectedly, jerking muscle joints from their sockets.
"Dullard, you can reach the spatula up there," He instructed and flew over to the countertop. "Darn, that racket is annoying."
"Tip the log over or we'll drown! Tip the log over or we'll drown!"
"We heard you, now shut up!"
"Tip the log over or we'll drown!"
"Okay then, fine! Where are you, if you're going to keep complaining?"
The voices ignored Murdoc and rambled on with their chants. 2d inched his way quietly over to the doorway. Murdoc gripped onto a handful of spikes, revealing a yodeling squeal from the vocalist. Soon Russell and Noodle popped in, irritated and exhausted, not just from being woken up.
"Man," Russell sighed. "Why are you picking fights at this hour?" He pointed to 2d. "You have dark circles under your eyes. Why are you even up in t he first place?"
"We're trying o get that noise to stop," Murdoc snatched the spatula from 2d's hand and hammered the window. "Get on out here, you demons! I'm not scared of you!"
Meanwhile, Noodle walked over to the sink. She observed a floating object in the water, concentrating on an explanation. "Is this… celery?"
"Tip the log over or we'll drown!" The voices came from within the slope of the celery stick. She tipped it over. Russell joined her side.
"There are ants on that celery stick. D', did you leave the food out again?"
"Wait," Noodle protested. She could sense a fight bubbling up. She took out the plug and turned on the faucet for a few seconds, ants pulled by the force of suction, down past the drain. "They are outside now. Now before you two kill each other, let's go back to sleep."
2d and Murdoc sighed in relief, each man having a reason their own. The celery disappeared, thanks to Russell. In results, the ants disappeared and kept to property elsewhere, where nature was more welcoming to them.