Disclaimer: We do not own the Gorillaz, but if we did we would be rich, now wouldn't we, and would not be writing fanfics.

Chi: Thanks for reading! This is one of those group fanfics between me and My friend, Drodi! Wee another chapter!

Drodi: Yes, Yes.

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Drodi: Again, so demanding, Chi-chan.

Bargain!!

First thing was first. Dinah needed a slightly (Much) bigger place to stay. Although her apartment was large for one person, it was indeed too small to home 4 or more people comfortably, plus all their gear. Not only that, but she didn't think her neighbors would like it when they practice.

So, of course, where does one look to find a house in Great Britain?

The Internet. Duh.

Dinah spent 4 days on the Internet. How she managed to do that without sleep and without going crazy, she has no idea. She just did.

Finally, as a last resort, she typed in a website that remembered from a long time ago. Legendary Kong Studios.

Surprisingly, it was for sell for only three hundred dollars! Yet Dinah wondered what the catch was…But it didn't matter. She could buy one of the most famous studios to create another famous band! And at such a low price too!

BARGAIN!!!

Dinah climbed the large hill on which Kong stood in Essex. She knocked on the door, looked around, and realized that she was the only application.

This was proven true when the owners opened the door, threw the keys at her and ran down the hill screaming.

Whoa. Déjà vu.

But Kong was now a trademark of the Monkey Swingers as it was of the Gorillaz.

Of course, Kong wasn't in the best shape. It was still suffering from years of being left empty and soulless, consumed by the climate of Essex, mostly around Kong, and the Zombies, leaving behind death and bodies everywhere. Plus they always raided the fridge, hoping that they would find body parts.

Dinah had to create a list in her mind. What would keep her safe for the moment until she got the funds to fix the place up?

Fix the holes that lead to the outside of course. Before it hit dark. She needed no more zombies then she already had.

Then kill those zombies in the house. She would rather not have a zombie try to bite her shoulder while she tried to eat her cereal in the morning. That would be under one of those surprises you do not what to have happen to you.

Then find a place to sleep. The house had about 49 rooms…or more. There would have to be one room that was livable.

Dinah had enough to fix the holes to the outside…for a certain amount of time. The problem was that Kong kept falling apart. It needed major repair.

Which called for mucho mula from a mucho rich grandfather. Like Dinah's.

Dinah's grandfather had raised her since she was 15, when she ran away from her family. They hated her anyway. She was always the black sheep of the family.

But so was her grandfather. He cheerfully took her in, so she lived fairly well. Even met an old childhood friend that taught her the most essential talent that she used for a living today; how to play the bass. Then they died, in a car accident. Dinah promised them that she would keep playing her bass. And she did. And it took her somewhere.

So it was no surprise when her grandfather died of lung cancer one day. He was a heavy smoker. There were also no surprises when he left Dinah 5 million dollars.

Bingo. Enough to fix Kong AND fill it with all the high tech junk she wanted.

The process took 6 long months and 3 different companies (The first 2 pulled out after their men stated to disappear.) But soon Kong Studio's was back in working order. Even the gay polar bear and the crocodile came back to live in the studio's.

Dinah had adopted Noodles room as her own.

She had even gotten new equipment for the band.

All she needed was band members.

"How 'bout a guitarist to start?"

Good enough.