AN: OMGSORRY! Sorry, sorry! T-T It took even longer this time! And it's crappy and short. But I really got stuck on this chapter. I'm really sorry. But anyway, here it is.

"MUUURDOOOC! SLOOOW DOOOWN!" Noodle wailed, clutching to the sides of the Geep for her life.

There were no seat-belts in the back of the Geep, and only the driver's seat-belt happened to function normally, although Murdoc never wore it. 2D's always seemed to get jammed, unbuckled, or twisted somehow, and Russel and Noodle had to hold on to the Geep, praying that one of Murdoc's wild turns wouldn't throw them off for good.

Russel growled, "SLOW THE HELL DOWN, MURDOC, OR I SWEAR I'LL-"

"I'M GONNA PUUUUKE!" groaned 2D, hunching over and ready to release all of his breakfast on the floor of the Geep.

"OH FUCK NO!" Murdoc shouted, pulling the Geep over and punching the breaks. "Get the fuck out, face-ache. You ain't screwing with my car," he said, pointing to a small patch of sandy grass a few paces away.

After throwing-up his tasty meal, 2D crawled back into the Geep, and the band started on the road again, at a much slower rate, at Russel's 'request'.

"Are we there yet? Are we there yet?!" Noodle piped, bouncing out of her seat.

"No," Murdoc said flatly, managing to hold his tongue as he wiped a bit of blood from his lip.

"I don't see it. . ." Noodle frowned. "Are we lost?"

"No," Murdoc focused on the cigarette hanging loosely out of his mouth.

"I see it! Up ahead!" 2D shouted, pointing like a sailor having spotted land for the first time in years.

Noodle had to try her best to keep from flipping out of her seat and doing a cartwheel on the hood of the Geep. The mall. . . we're almost there!

Every magazine she'd torn through had told her that the mall was the center of all that was great, shops the size of houses stacked up on one another, escalators and elevators, fountains that granted wishes. . . heaven.

-x-

Arriving at the mall early didn't mean they could avoid the crowded shops and limited parking, which the group realized as soon as Murdoc pulled into the mess of cars and people.

"Fuck. . ." Murdoc mumbled, searching for a place to park. The Geep had been sqaushed between a truck and a car, the truck emitting dark swirls of fumes that flew into the air and around the band, making their breath thick and wheezy. Behind them was a man taking as many pictures of them as he possibly could with his cellphone.

"So much fer the disguises," 2D muttered, glancing back towards the star-struck man. "Wish his phone would die already."

-x-

"It's so hot! Ima die! We've been out here for daaaays!" 2D exclaimed with a dramatic undertone as he wiped small beads of sweat from his forehead.

"We have only been out here for twenty-eight minutes, 'D-kun," Noodle gestured to the clock in the dashboard with one hand and cooling herself down with a makeshift fan with the other.

"Huh?" the singer lifted his head lazily and glanced down at the digital clock the young girl had pointed out. "Oh. We'll, we still 'avn't moved." Noodle gave an irritated sigh and handed him her fan before she began to make a new one for herself.

"Shut yer trap, Dullard, or I'll shut it for you," Murdoc mumbled as he stood on his seat, looking for a away around all the sluggish traffic.

2D, however, was uninterested in Murdoc's threat. "I fink I see vultures," 2D turned to Russel, who was half asleep in the heat of the sun. He looked as if were seconds away from melting into a sticky puddle. "You awright, Russ?"

The drummer glared at 2D, who whispered an apology and went back to his complaining. "Noodle, couldn't we have ordered yer hat online or somefing? This is awful!"

Noodle's eyes grew wide as she realized she could have ordered the hat from the catalog in the back or as 2D had asked, gotten it off the magazine's website. She looked down at her feet, and turned her head away from her brothers, blushing.

"Gomen."

"Gomen. . .?" 2D asked, bunching up his eyebrows in confusion.

"Gomen. . . sorry," Noodle said in her tiniest of voices, clearly ashamed.

"Sorry?!" Murdoc hissed, stepping off of his seat and looking down at her. "Sorry?! The fuck? We could've ordered it?! We've been out here for nothing?!"

"Gomen nasai, Murdoc-sama! Kudasai, I didn't know!" Noodle cried out, turning to face him.

"You didn't know?! You didn't think to check?!" Murdoc's voice had risen to a boiling point, which signaled an overheated Russel to intervene.

Unable to do much more than lift his arm, Russel reached out and grabbed Murdoc's head, gently pushing him back in his seat.

"Leave her. . ." Russel was too tired to finish his statement, but Murdoc got the idea.

Tears had formed their way into Noodle's eyes, so 2D slid to the back-seat to comfort her while Murdoc continued his search for a pathway leading to a trafficless carpark.

"I think I see a way out of this. . ." Murdoc gave a heavy sigh of relief leaned back in his seat. "Brace yourselves."

2D had just managed to scramble back into his seat before Murdoc took off. Murdoc drove the Geep through a forest of carts and speed bumps, taking advantage of the brief moments of lifts by punching the gas and gliding over quite a few obstacles.

And sure enough, Murdoc had found himself a parking space. All the band members were still conscious, which was a small miracle in itself.

A stir-crazy 2D was the first to escape from the confines of Geep, running like a mad man towards the glossy-windowed entrance of the mall, yelling "AIR-CONDITIONIIIIIING!" on the way. Russel and Noodle followed him, eyeing the singer as if he were a mad man, leaving Murdoc to lock up and trudge slowly behind them. They had made it.

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Arhgfl. I know, it sucked. I'm sorry, guys.