Wow! One day and I already recieved three wonderful reviews! Thank you all so much!

Review Notes:

Raven Evil Weasel Mistress: Ah yes. I remember your wonderful reviews from my Invader Zim fanfiction! Thank you so much for them, I am much appreciated! And yes, three men trying to prepare a hot bowl of soup for an ill teenager is sure a thing of pure horror, let me tell you that. I'd pay tickets to see that, haha. If you ever have time, and money, you can always pick up the Gorillaz C.D. at almost any electronics store. And... there's always E-bay! I love that website. Here's the next chapter just for you! Enjoy!

Madamoiselle Fleur: Don't worry. We're all lazy to log into our names now and then, so you're not alone on that one. I'm glad you thought it was funny! And I'm surprised I actually got them into their characters for the first try. I feel so accomplished now! Thank you so much for the review! And here's the update you are waiting for! Sit back andenjoy!

Danakagome: Thank you for the kind words! I hope it gets more interesting as the story progresses!

Begin Author Note: Believe it or not, this did not take me as long as I had expected. Luckily, school decided not to be a hassle for me today, and lovingly gave me the freedom I needed: no homework. So, without anything else intended for me to do, I decided to finish up and proofread Part One! I told you this was not going to take a while.

Also, my birthday is arriving tomorrow! I'm going to be sixteen! I'm so excited! Anyway, I will try my best not to make my author notes long. I think my author note took up more space than the fanfiction itself. That can not be something to be proud about...

This really felt rushed in my opinion, but that is probably just because Iama quick reader. Almost everything I readseems rushed to me, so I'm never entirely sure when I am rushing and when I am slowing down in my stories. I need major practice on that... Also, about the diction, I have decided that Iam not going to be adding it into this fanfiction nor am I going to in any of my other fanfictions. My decision is solid. I am far away from beingBritish, so I would probably be terrible at it anyways.

Please Read and Review! Reviews keep me sane! CCs are appreciated deeply!

With Love,

Cassie Jennifer Bryant

Part One

With the sickened Noodle out of their viewing, their bickering began in the flick of a puny dime. "'We'll get you some, princess' he bloody says! We don't have any f-cking soup! Hell, all we have is a-"

"Okay! I get it, Muds! I get it!" Russel's head began to moan in a pissed-off stress. How this would ever work for the trio, the world may never know. They had to at least give an attempt of some sort, since Noodle had always done so much uncountable deeds for them. This time, every blooming movement they did depended on her, and they did not wish to fail on that mission. It was just a simple bowl of soup, was it not?

"It can't be that hard, can it?" 2D asked.

"Ever seen a goth cook, brainache?" Questioned Muds.

"…… No."

"My point exactly."

"'D does has a point there. It can't be as hard as it looks on T.V." Russel commented.

"Yea! They even make opening bottles look hard on the Telly, and I can open a bottle… I think." Responded the vacant-eyed one.

Before they even took notice, they realized they were standing before the kitchen door. Gulping, they dragged their limbs into the kitchen corridors one by one, each having a disgusted or strange appearance.

They were in, and left the creaking door ajar. The three males observed silently, having no clue what or where to begin the session. Scratching the back of his neck, 2D threw out his words. "So… What now?"

"Get a spork and stab yourself." Murdoc stated in sarcasm. His foot tapped repetitively with his arms crossed.

The sheepish Stuart did not catch any bit of the bassist's sarcasm. Let's just say he had a "hole in his net" for a sweet yet sinister euphemism. "Do we even have sporks?"

"Hell if I should know."

"Yea. I think we do." Russel stated towards the vocalist. "If I can find the damn silverware compartment..." The drummer rummaged through a handful of spider-infested cabinets, only to come with a result of zero amount in silverware. He sighed and messed about with his half-dirty shirt when he violently slammed the seventh cabinet he rummaged through. "Can't find anything…"

"I reckon we just gets some takeout or something." 2D stated.

"Okay, numb nuts. Let's go merrily call up a skinny takeout bloke and have him take his hunk of metal shit that is somehow called a car and ride through a mile of zombie-infested territory. Then, if he survives the flesh eating zombies, he can spend four hours walking up a bleeding stairwell in the rain!" Murdoc hissed back.

2D tried to produce some sort of vile comeback. "Yea? Well… um…"

(Silence)

"Damn it you two stop! Let's just find a cookbook somewhere and try and make this soup!" Russel looked about the cabinets he searched before. He recalled witnessing a book somewhere upon the elements of edible items. The drummer forced the two bystanding souls to help him out in the exploration, and so they did. Finally the two band members heard a gasp from the adjacent side of them.

Two-dents and Russel looked towards Murdoc. "What?"

"My porn magazines. I've been looking for them everywhere!" Murdoc said. He moved the pornographic magazines about in his right hand as if he hit the jackpot.

An African American fist was seen slamming onto the counter, nearly shattering it into insignificant pieces. "We ain't looking for no damn porn magazines! We're looking for a cookbook!"

"I know. I know. Here it is. Don't get your f-cking panties in a knot." The Satanist slammed the "treasure" onto the table, and Russel reached for it cautiously. He gently held it in his palm until he cooled down, and brushed away the aging dust. His eyes seeped into the 'Table of Contents' section right away, and went under the section of anything that resembled the term soup.

"So. What type of soup do we cook?" Questioned Russ. He looked up at his band members with his finger book-marked to where the soup content was placed on the page. His eyebrow went erect.

"Eh? What type?" Murdoc cracked an eyebrow as well and dropped a never-lit fag, which was halfway inside his wide mouth.

"Isn't it just soup?" 2D asked.

"Well, according to this book, there's all different types." Russel pointed to a few and went down the list as he eyed them. "There's chicken, Italian noodle, tomato-"

"Sweet Satan! Just pick something!" Murdoc said.

Russel eyed the gothic one viciously, and then pointed to the first selection in the contents: chicken noodle. "Okay. Chicken it is."

"Alright then. Now what?" Murdoc struggled to tie a cooking apron onto him that he discovered in a random area, and replaced the saying "Kiss The Cook" with "F-ck The Cook" by using a permanent marker that was silently lingering about.

"We cook, right?" 2D said.

"Wow, we've got a genius in here, and his name is dullard!" Murdoc insulted.

Hesitantly, Russel changed the subject before any more mouthing violence, or worse, would kick into the goth's system. "Okay, we need a pot."

"What do we need pot for?" Questioned 2D. "I thought we was making soup."

"A pot, 'D. Not the pot you smoke." Russel sighed. "Damn, we really don't know anything about cooking, do we?"

"You just noticed this?" Murdoc questioned.

"Well… we've got to try." Russel stated. "For Noodle."

2D curtly nodded. "For Noodle."

Russel nudged Murdoc fiercely to say it as well. "Fine! …For Noodle. Yea, whatever…"

This dilemma was going to take up a long period of time in their wasted lives.

To Be Continued

End Author Note: I am not too crazy about this ending. The endings in all the chapters are very poorly completed in this fanfiction. I'd have to say the only ending I enjoy is the final ending. It is sure to give you all a good laugh, I do pray.

Yes, this chapter is funnier, if you noticed. I was, unbelievably, in a pretty hyper moodin the processof writing this. Heheh, no more coffee for me thanks.

Thank you all and if you're not going to review, please do reconsider! I love reviews, good and bad, and I'll gladly accept them! So long, and goodnight! Love you!