The only disclaimer this story will have: I do not own the Gorillaz, they belong to Jamie Hewelett and Damon Albarn and the Zombie Flesh Eaters team. I do however, own the unique situations and and OC's that are in or will be in this story.

So sorry for the slow update, I re-wrote this chapter three times from three different POV's and this is the best one. Love you guys for being such awesome readers, it makes me so happy that people actually like something I have done.

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!

Enjoy a little glimpse into 2D's odd little mind! :D

When Murdoc told me we were taking a road-trip, my first thought was 'I wonder if there are monkeys there?' Then I started thinking about Curious George, then the man in the yellow hat, then yellow hats, then just hats. I also wondered if Murdoc owned any hats, then I realized that Murdoc had just told me something. We were doing something... something that involved driving.. on the road. What was it? I looked at Murdoc for some sort of reminder, but his scary face was on so I looked away.

Murdoc's scary face wasn't all that scary, it was just... intimidating. It made me not want to bother him and it also made me feel bad for being such a burden to him. I did know something good about Murdoc's scary face though! I knew that it was just a face, like an interchangeable idea. He only wore that face so I wouldn't know what he was thinking, and it worked. I never knew what he was thinking, but I did know he was thinking something, something secretive.

Road-trip! That's what we were doing! A road-trip to Essex! I mentally cursed my scribble-y mind for being so forgetful. It's weird being forgetful the way I am. I mean, I can't even remember what my voice sounds like! I bet it was super-masculine or something. I kind of hoped it would sound something like Murdoc's, his voice was really deep and gives him mind-control over women. Darn it! I lost my train of thought again. Ohh... trains.. choo choo...

Focus Stuart!

I had never been to Essex before, or at least I don't remember being there. I do remember someone telling me once that it was nice and sunny there, except for a really gloomy hill where a bunch of hippies and occultists and some guy that drank too much used to live. Who told me that..? Oh well, I don't really care. My happy mood returned again and I started swinging my feet back and forth again. Hmmm... I wonder if I can whistle still?

"Ffff... fffff..."

Nope, apparently not. My attempt at whistling sounded like a fart and made my lips all tingly. Murdoc raised an eyebrow at my efforts so I stuck my tongue out at him. He didn't look like he knew how to react to that, so I smiled and looked at my fingers. They were so long and kind of reminded me of a movie I had watched. I waggled my pointer finger in front of my face and mouthed 'ET go home..' That's the only part of ET I had seen, but it was still kind of funny. I silently laughed as my thoughts once again drifted.

"Are we there yet?" I asked Murdoc.

Okay, so I didn't actually ask him anything, you got me. I really just stared at the green-skinned man like the dullard I apparently was. After a minute or so Murdoc looked a bit uncomfortable.

"Quit staring, yer freaking me out!"

The first solution that popped into my doodley mind was to immediately look in the opposite direction, which I did. The action made my neck hurt a bit and my head spin, but for some reason it was more important to not stare at Murdoc than to avoid getting a mild headache. Murdoc sighed and mumbled something about the sweetness of Satan then addressed me.

"Wot is it? Yew hungry or something?" He asked.

I looked at him again and was about to shake my head when my stomach rumbled loudly. It sounded like a lion was eating a boulder! Murdoc snickered.

"I guess so then. Yew haven't eaten since the hospital, have you?" He asked, the smirk still lingering on his face.

I shook my head vigorously and whipped myself in the eye with a piece of my hair. Owww...

"Well, we're in Chelmsford 'roight now, so we'll stop for food when we get ta' KONG. Can ye' wait twenty minutes?" He asked.

I smiled and nodded, more hair whipping me in the eye. Murdoc sniggered at my 'antics' and focused his eyes back on the road. His driving was very erratic, but I enjoyed the feeling of being on a roller-coaster that it gave me. 'It's a wonder he hasn't driven through a store or hit anyone yet.' I thought.

We drove for a while and I passed the time by playing Pong on Murdoc's phone. It turned out that I was really good at Pong, so I must have played it for almost half an hour before Murdoc pulled up to a burger restaurant. He snatched the phone out of my hands when I refused to acknowledge him and (much to my dismay) deleted my high-score. I pouted and crossed my arms.

"Oh stop being a twit. I'm gonna head in and nab us some food, what do ye' want?" Murdoc asked.

I stared at him. How was I supposed to tell him what I wanted when I couldn't talk? After an intense minute of staring, the older man finally clued in.

"Oh, I should 'prolly give ye' a paper to write on then.." He mumbled, the proceeded to search around the messy Winnebago for a pen and paper.

He found a pen under the seat and handed me a pile of napkins to use as paper. Living like kings my friend, living like kings.

'a kid burger with no pickles and extra hot sawse please. sererosly no pickles im alergic.' I wrote.

Murdoc squinted at my writing for a minute before nodding and reading it back to me.

"Yew want a kids burger with no pickles an' extra hot sauce? Yer allergic ta' pickles?"

I nodded.

"Hmm.. 'roightey right then. Don't unlock the doors or let anyone in, clear?" Murdoc commanded.

I nodded. He opened the door and jumped out with a grunt before slamming the door and locking the 'Bago with a blipper-majigey. I hopped into the drivers seat and watched Murdoc through the window. He jogged up to the restaurant then disappeared inside. I waited for a few minutes, desperately wishing the green-skinned man hadn't taken his phone with him. Minutes later, a wet and very annoyed-looking Murdoc had unlocked he door and shoved a wrapped-up burger in my hands.

'What happened?' I wanted to ask. I settled with looking at the older man curiously and unwrapping the burger clumsily. He seemed to understand my expression and began telling me in between bites of his chicken burger.

"Well, I was hitting on some bird in the line up, the her girlfriend popped out of nowhere and threw her drink at me! So I grabbed our food and snatched her chips, enjoy!" He said, offering me a box of chips.

I smiled and pulled a few out to stick on my burger. Murdoc had done the same and upon noticing this, he snickered.

"Cheers, mate!" He said, holding out his burger.

I stared at him, confused for a moment before lifting my burger into the air and lightly tapping it on his (I made sure his pickles didn't touch my burger). Murdoc nodded in approval and chowed down on his burger. I watched with mild interest as he pulled a second one out of the bag.

"Yew up for a race?" He asked, gesturing to the nibbled-on burger in my hands.

I smiled and nodded. I liked this Murdoc, he was fun!

"Kay.. One... Two... Three... GO!" He shouted.

I tried to cram as much of my burger in my mouth as possible without choking and Murdoc ripped at his burger with his chainsaw teeth. Bits of meat and tomatoes and pickles and cheese flew everywhere as we raced to finish. As I was one bite away from winning I noticed Murdoc wrap his tongue (which was way to long to be normal) around his burger and snatch it into his mouth like a chameleon. I made a face, but I was a bit curious about this magic tongue Murdoc seemed to posses.

My burger forgotten, I leaned forward in my seat and waited until Murdoc finished,

"Aha I won! Wait, yew aren't even eating anymore!"

I shrugged and Murdoc gave me an annoyed look, but dropped the subject. I popped the remainder of my burger and a few chips in my mouth before tapping the man's shoulder to get his attention.

"Eh? What?" He asked.

I stuck my tongue out and pointed to it, then pointed to him.

"Tongue? Oh, my tongue! It's longer than Gene Simmons' tongue, I swear!"

To prove his point, Murdoc stuck the muscle out of his mouth and wiggled it around. It was really long, and disturbed me to no end. I mean, how hasn't ever choked on it? A look must have crept onto my face, because Murdoc laughed and stuck his key into the ignition of the Winnebago. It started up with a rumble and a questionable-sounding bang, and we were on our way.

Kay I updated! So next chapter Mudsy will have a bit of car troubles, and I will let you guys decide what kind!

- A tire (or all of them) will pop.

- They will run out of petrol (gasoline) and have to walk to get some or steal some or something.

- Small-scale car accident.

- The engine malfunctions and 2D and Murdoc have to flag down someone to help them fix it (creepy man with a whale tattoo?)

YOU DECIDE! And for the record, this is NOT a choose-your-adventure story, and voting isn't necessary. Because for some stupid reason that's against the rules. No No! Don't let the reader have a say! That would be so terrible! Anyway, that was just a disclaimer so I don't get in trouble.

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