Okay, I'm going to do some MAJOR catching up with this. I'll go for 5 chapters today which will leave us at the chapter before Feel Good Inc. is described.

Chapter 10- The Film that Time Forgot

So the tour's done. We're out of Mexico (finally) and have just moved into 125 Mulholland Drive. Why? We're making a movie! This might not end well, though.

We thought we'd be in the States for three weeks. Apparently not. Once we got this movie deal, we thought it would make us HUGE! But I didn't even realise that this was going to be hard.

So I'm pretty sure we're living the life. I met Stallone and talk about art with him, Noodle met that midget guy who played...Yoda, I think- Murdoc pretty much thinks he's on his way to big-screen stardom, and now has moved up a smoking level- from fags you could buy at your local corner store and have lots of packs of them to those huge-ass Havana cigars that I've seen Russ smoke occasionally. (And you know Russ- he hardly ever smokes, as far as I know.)

We did get into filming, though and that's when things took a turn for the worst. We had to read through endless unread scripts, and we didn't want to do it because we were too into nightlife and the LA scene. Murdoc tried to get hooked up with girls at the Playboy Mansion (typical) and got himself kicked out. Ha. Ha. Ha. And he did get a girlfriend (What?) who just left.

And we didn't want word of our presence to get out otherwise we'd have paparazzi watching our every move. We just didn't blend in with the crowd- that could be good or bad, I guess. And the worst part was that Jimmy Manson showed up wherever we were, creepy as hell.

Jimmy Manson, you ask? Well, we turned him down when Noodle came. Besides he was some kinda hippie, and nobody wants a hippie in their band unless you want other hippies listening to your music.

After a few months of being in LA, we finally got around to filming a film called 'Whoops! There Goes My Career'. It definetly didn't go as planned. One minute it was an epic film of adventure, the next it was some insanelty weird underwater musical (complete with song-and-dance numbers by the entire cast).

The filming was just so chaotic. I forgot my costume once, and had to do it all in my underclothes which was so embarassing. Sometimes I'd catch Noodle practicing with swords and nearly killing us in the process.

We did get to leave- once. We went to Portugal to do a show, then returned to LA to continue. Not to mention, the Spacemonkeyz, who took our first album and dubbed the songs on it. I knew we should have locked the studio.

After filming for so long, we were getting nowhere. We got to a kayaking scene that took three months to prepare for, and it got cut. Muroc blew his top and we decided to do the movie ourselves.

August 15th, 2002.

It's been 5 years since...the incident. We've checked into room 103 at the LA Sheraton. Everyone was just bubbling with ideas. I suggested a car chase...a gang of spies...I was onto something. I knew for a fact. We started off really good, the keys pounding for hours on end, but soon- it just got kinda bad. Things got messy in the room, no one wanted to come up and clean it.

Much into planning, I came up with more ideas.

"I've got a good idea. 'ere's one," I said. "Ok. I'sss a film. I'ss set in a beach town in America and unkown to th' local residents an' tourists, dere's a giant killa sha'k lurking in th' waters." Murdoc looked unamused. "Tha'ss Jaws, yew useless goon!"

"Well I've got one odda."

"Don' go into th' whole fing. Just gimme th' 'Elevator Pitch'." I beamed as this gave me a brilliant idea.

"Oh, okay. 'ow about dis? Dis is good. I'ss about four people stuck in an elevator and dey can' leave until dey come up wif a good story for a film. I'ss called 'Elevator Pitch'. We could get Colin Farell to play yew."

Murdoc lost his patience with me and let out a monsterous groan. "Wot th' 'ell are we doing? We're musicians. Not scriptwriters. Dis is a joke!"

"Well, it doesn' 'ave t'be Colin Farell. We could ask Jack Black." Murdoc lost it. He grabbed my throat and squeezed it so tight that I couldn't breathe.I caught a glimpse of Russel standing up, then yelling at Murdoc to put me down. He didn't listen and kept shaking me. Russel continued to yell, and Noodle had jumped up and bitten right into Murdoc's hand. (I bet that hurt). Russel finally lost his patience and socked Murdoc hard enough to knock him over, and I was free, collapsed right onto the sofa. Noodle came to see if I was okay. "2D-sama need water?"

"No, 'm fine Noodle-luv. Jus'...stay outta dis, yer too young."

"I am not!"

"I don' wancha gettin' 'urt."

"I won't! I am eleven, and...um...I'm...um...jibun jishin o atsukau koto ga dekiru!"

Murdoc finally lost his marbles. He got up and drew in a breath. "So tha'ss 'ow it is, huh? Right den, my comrades. Enough's enough. I'ss been an incredible ride for all of us, 'specially me, but dis is my stop. Yew los' th' plot a long time ago. Dere's no way I can carry yer sorry backsides any more." He looked more than angry. He pointed his finger at me. "An' yew," he yelled, "yew li'l blue-'ared pigmy sod boy, are way too schteupid to be alive! Let dis be known, yew've been a curse of banali'y since I firs' laid eyes on yeh. If it weren' fer yer precious vocals, I'd 'ave strangled yew into a box yea's ago." He made his way to the door. "'Appy life an' all dat, yew losers. I'll see yew on th' oder side! CIAO!" He walked out, slamming the door, leaving us all in awe.

With that, we all went our separate ways. I spent a little longer in LA, but still said good-bye to everyone else. I was epecially going to miss Noodle. She was pretty much an orphan now, unless she had parents living back in Japan. Everyone knew pretty goddamn well that she only remembered arriving at Kong and everything after that. She'd come a long way, and I felt bad that she'd be on her own at only eleven years old. I can remember when I was eleven. I had fallen out of a tree, lost all my hair, and it grew in blue.

I hung with Britt Eckland for a bit. But she was too wild, running around, banging on the walls all night.

After a while, I couldn't take her anymore. I sodded off back to England and went to work at my dad's fair for a while. One thing stayed in my mind for sure-

Gorillaz were done.

A/N: Sooo...that's it for this chapter. Um. Yeah. Next chapter is Phase 1.5, then we meet Scribs, and then a little more about Scribs, and after some bad miscalculation, we will get to Feel Good today :D