Murdoc Niccals rubbed his tempals, he was annoyed, as per usual. His band needed a new guitarist, and fast. Their previous one, Paula Cracker, had just been "let go" for fucking Murdoc in the Kong Studio toilets. But that wasn't his fault. How was he suppose to know that 2D would take it so personally? Paula wasn't too opposed. Long story short, it's best that Paula isn't around anymore.

But now, his band needed a new guitarist. Murdoc sighed, finding new band members was never easy. Hell, he had had to crash his car into a keybord shop to find the perfect frontman, 2D. Murdoc stood up and walked to the fridge. He would think about this later, right now he needed a beer to dull the pain in his newly broken nose. He could thank Russel for that one. But before Murdoc could aquire one, there was a knock at the door. "Who the 'ell could that be?" He muttered. They usually didn't get many visitors at Kong Studios, what with the zombies and all.

Murdoc made his was to the front door. To his surprise, no one was there. Instead, a large FedEx crate stood before him. He pushed the crate into the living room. He attemped to open it, but failed.

"Hey lardass! Faceache! Get out here!" Murdoc called throughout the studio. Soon enough, Russel appeared in the room, closely followed by 2D. 2D scowled slightly when he saw Murdoc, probably still upset over the Paula incident. Murdoc rolled his eyes.

"Bloody crate showed up in the post. Can't open it. Either a' you wanna give me a hand?"

Russel examined the crate. "What the hell is this thing?"

Murdoc shrugged, "Dunno, that's why I need you to open it."

Russel nodded and pried open the crate. For a moment there was silence, and then a small asian child sprung out of the crate. "Kon'nichiwa!" She yelled.

The band looked on in shock at the child. The child looked up at them. "Hajimemashite." She held out a note.

Russel took it and read it aloud. "'Please protect this child. She is very useful.'"

"The bloody 'ell does that mean?" Murdoc grumbled.

Russel shrugged and bent down, "You speak English kid?" he asked.

The child looked puzzled.

"Looks like a no." Russel sighed. He turned to Murdoc and 2D. "What do you wanna do with her?"

Murdoc waved his hand around. "Take 'er to the police, or feed 'er to the zombies, whichever's faster."

"But Muds, the note says to look after her, we should at least find out why."

"It was probably just some crazed fan of ours." He turned away, "I don't have time for this, I have to find us a new guitar player."

The child spoke again, "Watashi wa gitā o purei suru koto ga dekimasu!" Then began digging around in the crate she arrived in. She then pulled out a guitar and began to play. It was brilliant. Like 200 demons screaming in Arabic. She ended her solo with a 20ft hi-karate kick before bowing and saying the word "Noodle".

"Noodle?" 2D spoke up for the first time. "Wot is that ya name?"

"Noodle!" The child repeated.

"Guess so." Russel turned to Murdoc, "Hey Muds, this kid could be out new guitar player."

"You CAN'T be serious."

"Why not? She plays pretty good, and was literally delivered to our doorstep."

"Yea Mu'doc, can't we keep 'er?" 2D piped up.

"No way, if I wanted kids I would still be with one of my ex-girlfriends."

"Aw come on Muds, we'll take care of her. Promise! She won't bother you at all."

Murdoc pondered this. He supposed that as long as she stayed away from him, it would be fine. And she could play guitar better than anyone he had ever heard. "Fine! Whatever! Do what you want! But I don't want to hear or see this kid when we're not playing, understood?"

Russel and 2D nodded and high fived.