Author's Note: It's me again. I wanted to take a break from the drama and do a comedy. So, what better way to do it than get Murdoc angry? So, yeah. This takes place during Phase One, when Noodle's eleven (I don't know anyone else's ages, though I'm pretty posative 2D's 24, so that would mean Murdoc's 36, and Russel's 27. Huh. I guess I do. :P) Anywho, so this is a Very Unmerry Birthday! (I don't care if "unmerry" isn't a word. :P)
Chapter 1: An Uninvited Guest
Murdoc woke up, but he still wasn't awake. He'd drunk too much, and now he just couldn't see straight. He thought today was important, but the concept of how it was totally slipped his mind in his current state of hangover. He staggered out of bed, put some pants on, and traveled to the kitchen.
When he got there, no one was at the table. Strange, he thought as he went and grabbed more rum from the fridge; usually the Faceache is awake by now, with his migraines and shit...
He just shrugged it off and took a swig from the bottle. He didn't want to be worrying about that dullard when there was something he was supposed to remember... What was it? He wandered into the lounge, sat on a couch, and drank. What was he supposed to remember?
"Surprise!" yelled Gorillaz, jumping out from behind the sofa, causing Murdoc to promptly throw the rum out the nearest window.
"What the hell didya do that for?" he snapped, slapping 2D across the face.
"Calm down, Muds," said Russel, holding Murdoc back from beating the vocalist anymore, while poor little Noodle hid behind her hands. She hated seeing 2D get hit.
"Yeah, we were trying to be nice," whined 2D, "if you would've let us finish..."
"Appi Brdeey!" clapped Noodle, and hugged Murdoc's legs. Brdeey? Oh, birthday! It's was my birthday. There it is, he thought as he was able to shake the last parts of his hangover off.
"Yeah, Muds, don't tell me you forgot your own B-day!" laughed Russel, but Murdoc's look of realization made him guess he was right.
"Well, now what?" asked 2D, trying to hold back a snicker of amusement towards the fact that Murdoc just remembered the concept of his own birthday.
"Well, I say you bitches should get me some breakfast," stated Murdoc, and he sat down on the sofa and threw his feet on the table.
"Beetchaz?" asked Noodle, playing with a new found word.
Russel's eyes immediately shot to Murdoc, who shrugged and said, "What's the worst that could happen?"
"Beeitches!" Noodle cried with glee, and then she ran away repeating it over and over again.
"Muds, that's why we don't teach her those words!" screamed Russel, then began chasing after the mischievous eleven-year-old.
"She'll learn 'em eventually!" the bassist screamed back.
"Well, then," said 2D, staring after the percussionist, "what happens now?"
"You make me breakfast, dullard!" snapped Murdoc, and the vocalist flinched back and nodded, then ran into the kitchen. Murdoc sighed happily and leaned back on the couch. It was good to be the leader of Gorillaz.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Murdoc just stared at the door in annoyance, but no one from the band went to it. It sounded off again, playing the "Clint Eastwood" chorus. It was a fun doorbell, and appropriate, since it was their first hit. He waited for another five seconds, and then hauled himself off the couch. No one else was gonna answer it, anyway...
Murdoc got to the door and opened it just as 2D finished his final "...is comin' on", and his jaw nearly hit the floor. About the same time, Russel had chased Noodle right behind Murdoc and caught her, snatching her up and covering her mouth, even though she squirmed and giggled. Russel then turned to look at the people standing in the doorway.
"Hey Muds," asked Russel, "ain't that your brother?"
TO BE CONTINUED
Yes, It's short. Sorry about that. I'm working on chapter 2 now, so please leave some comments and I'll get to posting it soon. :)