DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gorillaz... but I would like to teach Murdock a little lesson winkwink

MURDOCK: You said it, luv!

Hey! before I get this story goin' I just wanted to say a few words. Due to the whining of angry fans, I took my other story off of the other Gorillaz one... Apparently it wasn't "good" enough and had no true facts in it. I'm sorry, okay? It was supposed to be a different view on how they made the Demon Days CD but nooo, it wasn't good enough...

so if you hate that kind of "non-pertaining-to-the-story" type thing, be warned. This story is a little off the "real thing" so yeah. The ages are a little screwy... Noodle is 18 not 16... but yeah

MURDOC: luv, will you just get to the story?

Yes, master...

MURDOC: 'bout time.

rolls eyes whatever... please R&R and enjoy!


PROLOGUE

Murdock lit a fag as he sat in the seat next to the door. He had an appointment with James, and he was not happy. Well, he was happy, but he didn't show it. The plastic chair he was sitting in was hard and uncomfortable for his bones. He was getting older every year, and he didn't know why bother. It's not like he's different. In fact, he was probably worse in actions than when he was younger. He was always seen kicking loose women out of the Winni day in to day out. But still, he was getting older, and he was left sitting in the chair, contemplating a way to get his new and fabulous idea used. It would definitely get shot down first, but he wasn't going to leave until it was approved.

His idea was sure to be a success, but he did have a big thought in his mind. Noodle. She was a great friend. He wasn't in love with her (a VERY big surprise) and he didn't see her as a challenge. In fact, he thought of her as a sister, or a daughter, because he was sure as hell old enough to be a father. But he cared for her no matter what, and to put her in this much danger would be risky. He knew it might harm her, maybe even kill her, but if he had told her the idea first, she would have done it out of pride.

His fag started to burn away, so he stubbed it out in the ashtray next to him and crossed his legs. Oh, this is goin' to be great… they should just give me the rights and send me on my way… he thought. Finally, the door opened, and a young secretary popped her head out.

"Mr. Niccals? James will see you now," she replied.

"Thank, luv," Murdock replied as he stood up. He gave her a little wink as he stepped inside the big office.

"Ahh, my dear friend Murdock. How are you?" James said as he shook Murdock's hand.

"Well, um, I'm doing fine, mate. How 'bout you?"

"Doing good, as normal. So, you have an idea, eh?"

Murdock sat down. "Yeah. I was thinkin' about our music th'other day, and I came up with a really cool video idea for 'El Manana.'"

"Alright… shoot!"

"Well," Murdock started as he sat up a little straighter, "Here's my idea. Picture this: Noods sittin' on the end of the windmill island, you know, the one from Feel Good Inc., and she's lookin' out into the beyond. Then she's smilin' and runnin' around all over the island. But you see those helicopters and they start shootin' at her. They're just tearin' up the island… you with me?"

James nodded slowly.

"Right, so anyways, she hides behind the windmill, and the music slows down some. She begins to look through the holes of the windmill and she sees the thing falling apart. The helicopters come back and begin to shoot at her some more. She ends up inside the windmill as it's burnin' and fallin' apart. Then the camera shows the island really far off as a light. They show the debris fallin' off, and then it starts fallin' onto the ground. Noods can parachute out of there then, but we give the impression that she's dead. How do you like it?"

James was silent. Murdock smiled and stared at him as James slowly lifted his head. "Murdock… we can't do that…"

Murdock slumped back into his seat and lit another fag. "Why not?"

"First off, Noodle could get seriously hurt… and I know that you wouldn't want that. Secondly, the fan base will go crazy!"

Murdock sat up. "But that's the thing! We could play it off like she's really dead! And then people would have to question whether it's real or not. We could move her stuff out of her room and say that she's dead. Have cracks start forming on the walls. That way, when people see Kong and her empty room, they'll think she's dead! Then, in a few months we could come back and say she's not deceased and she'll pop out of nowhere and be alive! Wouldn't that be neat?"

"Well, yeah, but it's too risky."

Murdock slumped back again. "Great… wonderful." He took a drift off his fag and scowled.

"Can you possibly think of a safer way to do this? I mean Noodle has a worse chance of getting hurt than anything… even if she parachutes down."

"No… that was my plan and I'm stickin' to it."

James rolled his eyes. "Murdock, you're so stubborn."

Murdock yawned and closed his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, if you're not gonna approve my idea, I'll just be restin' here, cause I'm not leaving 'til you endorse it!"

James looked around hurriedly. "Well, maybe we might be able to make a deal."

Murdock sat up again and opened his eyes. "I'm listenin'."

"We'll give you the deeds to the video, if you give us 3,000 pounds. Deal?" James asked.

After a little smirk, Murdock shook James' hand. "Sure thing, mate." He stood up and made his way towards the door. "You won't be disappointed…"

James sighed. "I hope not. Have a good day, Murdock."

Murdock waved and walked out of the office.

"Leaving, Mr. Niccals?" the secretary asked.

"Yeah, luv," Murdock replied, sexily (if that's possible).

"Well, have a nice day!"

"Thanks, luv. By the way, call me Murdock."

She sighed happily. "Good bye, Murdock."

Murdock gave her one last wink and left the office.

there's the PROLOGUE! (haha! I finally figured out how to spell it!) please R&R! I'l give you a cookie! hands out cookies

MURDOC: oo! cookies! grabs one

muds! That was for the happy reviewers! oh well... I swear I'm not schizophrenic! Next chappy coming soon!