Disclaimer: Whatever. I don't own this band or the concept of Pokemon. But if I did, this would so be how they really got Noodle.

K. So it's fucking 1 in the morning, my damn sleeping pills aren't working, so of course my thoughts are going to be a bit stupid. I was just thinking about Gorillaz, and how much Noodle likes Pokemon, and when Noodle first came the only thing she could say was, "Noodle." I just thought, "oh...so she's a pokemon then?" Thus. This was born. If you don't really watch pokemon, then you won't really get this, now will you?


"The last time we saw Gorillaz, they had just sent out an ad in the paper for a guitarist. Now we join them again in Kong Studios to see how this damn thing unfolds."

Murdoc, a pervy tanned Satanist who enjoyed ahem, breeding, woke up to the doorbell of Kong Studios. Which was weird because he didn't even know Kong had a doorbell let alone could he have heard it all the way in the carpark where his Winnebago usually was. He had a horrible hangover, probably from whatever-the-fuck happened last night, and it wasn't helping that whoever this bloke was, they were ringing the bell over and over again. Murdoc groaned, reminding himself to yell at 2D to get rid of the doorbell. He crawled out of his disgusting smelling bed, pushing the whore to the floor. The blond ditz whined in pain, which resulted in her being stepped on. Later Murdoc wondered why he wore his boots to bed.

Murdoc yelled, "Cool it will ya! I'm coming!" as he made his way through the lobby. He swung the door open, ready to kill the very man who dared interrupt his slumber. A pale looking man held out a clipboard and stammered, "Package for Mr. Niccals." Murdoc ignored the numerous bites and the fact that he was bleeding in various places and mumbled, "Yeah, yeah." He would probably be either dead or a zombie tomorrow anyways, so why bother trying to help him?

Murdoc pulled in the relatively large package and slammed the door in the postman's face before he could start bitching about the zombies.

"Faceache! Lard! Get you arse's down here!" he screamed. He knew this was their fault, somehow. Russel probably ordered some weird fruit only found in Pakistan or 2D got, say, a high tech triple screen video game set or some retarded shit like that.

2D and Russel soon entered the lobby and stared at the crate. "What is it?" 2D asked in his very high pitched voice. "Its a crate dumbarse." Murdoc spat. 2D sighed, knowing it was fruitless to argue. He became slightly more curious about the package and bent down to read the label. There was no sign onto where it was from or who exactly sent it, but he did notice that there were holes on the sides of the crate.

2D pressed his eye up to see into the holes, but it was too dark in the crate to see. Russel pulled a crowbar from his pocket (huge pocket) and tugged on the lid. It finally came off after Russel pulled in various positions with anime sweatdrops on the back of his head. Russel brushed the sweatdrops away in frustration and said, "I hate those things!"

Out of the box jumped a small Japanese person. "NOODLE! Nooooo-dle Noodle noodle noodle!" she said. Murdoc was the first to notice there was a guitar strapped to her back, he gave an evil grin to nobody in particular. 2D asked, "Huh? What kind of Pokemon is that?" he pulled out his red Pokemon-book-video game-thing and it said, "Noodle. A musician-type Pokemon. Skills in guitar and singing...Not really a Pokemon but might as well be." it bleeped.

Russel squealed and spun around in a circle, as a bunch of anime flowers with smiley faces falling around him with a pink background, "Awww! She's so cute and adorable and I just want to squeaze her and- WILL YOU GET OUT OF HERE!" he turned around and yelled at the flowers. They frowned and left.

"I'm gonna catch it!" 2D exclaimed as he pulled out a Pokeball. "Where do you get this shit?" Murdoc asked. 2D shrugged and yelled out, "GO, POKEBALL!" he threw the Pokeball and it bonked off Noodle's head. Noodle smiled at the trio and continued repeating 'noodle' to herself. Murdoc reached over and hit 2D, "She's not a damn Pokemon you idiot!" 2d rubbed the back of his head and mumbled an "Oh. Well she's still adorable." he bent down to her height and ruffled her hair. "Your my new best friend! I'll train you to become an amateur fighter and then force you to almost kill yourself in battle with other Pokemon so I can win a cool button!"

"She's not a Pokemon." Murdoc said. Noodle giggled nonetheless. Her eyes widened when they met 2D's. She gasped very loudly and reached over to touch him. "Ow!" 2D stood straight up and clutched his eye. "She just jabbed her finger into my eye!"

Russel giggled very girlishly and squealed, "Aww! She likes you!" he picked up Noodle and spun her around. Now they were both giggling girlishly.

Russel handed Noodle back to 2D, as he became tired fast for being so fat.

Noodle began combing 2D's hair with her fingers. At first was mumbling in Japanese about how soft and blue it was, but as she combed through it more the mumbling started becoming about how this weirdo should brush his hair more.

"I'm...2D...and this..." he spoke slowly, "Is Russel...and that," he pointed to Murdoc, "is Murdoc." Murdoc growled, "Why are you talking like that?" 2D held his hands over Noodle's ears and explained, "Pokemon have a hard time understanding English."

"For the last time! SHE IS NOT A DAMN POKEMON!" Murdoc screamed. Even through 2D's thin hands pressed to her ears, Noodle heard the yelling and became frighted. She began to cry, the tears coming out in more of rivers that went up off her face, then down like a waterfall, falling next to her feet.

"Wow, this is a really weak Pokemon." Russel mumbled, then petted Noodle's head. Murdoc sighed. "Look, you know what she is right? Is it not obvious?" he asked.

"No. What is she?" 2D asked flattly. Not really caring or listening to the bassist, both Russel and 2D were petting, cooing, and overall spoiling Noodle, like she was some kind of puppy or something. She was just that cute.

"She's our new bloody guitarist!" Murdoc yelled in frustration. Russel and 2D stepped back and took a closer look at Noodle. Then, they saw the guitar strapped to her back. Their eyes disappeared and some red vertical lines formed on the back of their heads, clearly showing they were very embarrassed.

"...Oh." the pair said in unison. Noodle giggled and jumped into 2D's arms. "Noodle!" she squealed.

"And so continues a rather stupid chapter of a story that's not really going anywhere. Tune in next time to see 2D, Russel, Murdoc, and Noodle in their next journey, Noodle get's her period!"

TO BE CONTINUED...

(not really.)


Ok well, that passed the time...I'm going to sleep now...

BYE.