I am entirelyspeechless... Eight wonderful reviews! Thank you all so much for spending your personal time by reading and reviewing my fanfiction! It brings such warm tears to my eyes to see how people are willing to share their opinions about what they read without being rude the least bit. Once again, thank you so much!
Review Notes (and a lot of them):
Errie Wyvern: Thank you so much for the kind words. I'm sorry that the bleeping was annoying for you. I'm trying to keep a safe environment so people are not offended by my work. I used to be offended by such profanity as that, and hardly ever read anything that had the "F"-word involved, so I am just doing that for the people who had those thoughts such as myself. Also, thank you very much for pointing out that error I made in the fanfiction. It has been replaced with euphemism, and I apologize for having you sitting there for a while in utter confusion, heheh. Here is Part Two! Enjoy!
Danakagome: Thank you once again for the review and thank you for faving it! I'm glad you came back to review this fanfiction when I updated! You've been so wonderful with your reviews, that I swear I could hug you! Hahah, Your eight-year-old cousin should show these guys how it's done. That would indeed be something I would watch. Here is Part Two for you! Please enjoy!
Little Nut: Thank you so much for the CC and the sweet words! Haha, we've all have a grammar queen dwelling inside of us, just waiting to get out and point at grammer errors in fanfictions. I know mine's gone loose a little bit too soon. Anyway, I am sure they doknow of Campbells and all thosebrands of soup. If they didn't, I'd have to be worried. It could be because they're just really... erm... "stupid" or they just don't have any canned souplying about Kong.Also, you're correct, it is to add suspense and all, so please try and cope with me. Haha! I'm sure everyone who is reading this wants to just grab a can of soup, chuck it at them, and tell them to just put it in a pot while stirring frequently. I know I do. Anyway, I'm very pleased to realize that I got all their characteristics down well, since this is my first Gorillaz fanfiction and all. So thank you for pointing that out. Whenever I hear that, I can not help but simper! So thankyou so very much! Here's Part Two!
TheyMadeYouDoIt: Thank you for pointing out that little mistake. It hasbeen changed to "Telly". Sorry, I'm not the professional of typing out British terms (if Telly even is a British term...).I'm glad you find it cute! Cute is good, right? And I can not resist myself, but who made you do it? I'm very curious, haha. Thank you for the sweet and encouraging words! Also, Thank you for putting this fanfiction on author alert! I'm glad you did! And so, here is the next and final part to my fanfiction! Please enjoy!
Madamoiselle Fleur: Haha, Still lazy? You might want to take some red bull for that (smiles). Yes, normally my chapters are extremely long, but since this is a just-for-fun fanfiction, it is not that expanded and well-thought out such as my other fanfictions would be. Frankly, this is nothing compared to my real writing style and such. And I congratulate you for putting "crack" and "pot" into the same sentance! You should get a reward of some sort for that! Oh, Thank you so much for wishing me a happy birthday! I think here in America, I am allowed to have legal sex now. Um... not that I am going to, heheh. Wow. I am going to be eighteen soon. That's a scary thought. Too bad Murdoc and 2D are cartoons... sigh. Oh well, there's always fanfictions! Here's Part Two!
Raven Evil Weasel Mistress: Thank you for the review once again! And thank you for the favorite and alert as well! Much appreciated! I loved adding the spork joke.For some reason, sporks always had humor. I wonder why that is. I'm glad you liked my exchange! I found it amusing myself as I proofreaded it. I can only wonder whatwas goingthrough my head while I was typing that up. Don't worry, I can only cook ramen as well. I probably can cook other things, since there are directions, but I choose not to due to horrificlaziness, just like everyone else in America! All and all, thank you for the reviews! You've been wonderful and one ofmy funniest reviewers yet! Here is Part Two! Have fun!
Aishi-chan: Thank you so much for the gentle review! It is great to see new Gorillaz fans. I hope you stay a dedicated fan for them forever! Hail Gorillaz! Anyway, yes. 2D near a stove or Murdoc near any type of counterware is quite a experience that could lead to massive danger. Poor Russel, he is the only "mother" in the band, isn't he? Besides, he's the only male band member I couldwitness wearing a dress, haha! I'll try to keep up the work. Wish me luck! Here is Part Two just for you! Sit back and enjoy!
Conan And Amy Forever: A thousand thank yous! It's good to see my progress is going well, even though this is going to be the last chapter to the fanfiction. So, without further a-do, here is Part Two!
Begin Author Note: I was working on my Historyreport for Tuesday, and I said "screw it" and went tofinish thisfanfiction (laughs). That's not to mature of me, I know, but my concentration was like a brick wall between me and the computer screen. I'll have to get to work on it either tomorrow ortonight.
The proofreading on this might be poor. I only re-read and did a few touch-ups once and then skimmed through it afterwards. I have this inner-gut feeling as if I am going to get error point outs galore, but I will not mind the least bit. It makes me believe that people actually read it and don't just skim through it lazily. I'd rather have energetic readers then readers who can hardly keep their eyes open, but I accept either one. As long as you read, I am happy.
Afew point-outs: This isn't going to be half as funny as Part One, since I had a little too much coffee on that day. It is rushed (in my opinionat least). The characters might be slightly OOC, since it was hard to type their personality in this "chapter" for some unknown reason. And the ending will hopefully make you laugh/feel sorry for the guys. This is the original ending I had in mindin the beginning. I was going to change it, but I decided not to, since the "revised" ending was not as humorous.
This is the last "chapter" to this short fanfiction. I'm not planning to make any sequals, either.How this could have asequal,please do not ask me.I want to get started on a few serious/romance fanfictions, since that is the genre I enjoy working on. You know what they say: "short, but sweet." I hope you will like it, and please bear with how rushed this is. I really wished to get this finished, no offense, since I had so much on my bony hands.
I'm Sixteen! I could fly through the clouds in such excitement!
Please Read, Review, and Enjoy! CCs are appreciated dearly!
With deep love,
Cassie J. Bryant
Part Two
A pot, not the pot you smoked, of course, was discarded into a random cabinet silently waiting to be used once again. Russel was the lucky champ who discovered the moldy and grubby pot abandoned inside the messy cabinet, and he reached out to grab it by the scrawny handle.
Russel examined the device with disgust. "Damn. That goes to show you how much we cook around here…"
"Holy hell. That pot makes you look good, Murdoc." 2D said aloud by accident, having it lead to a sinister wham in the face of some sort.
"Shut it, you prat, and let's just get cracking on this soup-thing." Murdoc sneered. "I want to be back in the recording studio by three. You hear me?"
They all stood looking downward at the empty pot in an awkward silence.
"…"
"…"
"…"
"… Are we going to do something?" Russel questioned with one of his eyebrows erected.
Murdoc glared at him. "What the f-ck do you want me to do?"
"Cook, man! That's what we're here for!" Russel massaged his forehead to calm a mental pain. "Okay. Murdoc, you start cleaning the po- uh… on second thought, 2D, you start cleaning the pot. Murdoc, you grab the ingredients that are right here in the book. I'll grab the utensils and shit."
The Satanist and the vocalist let out their own unique nods, and jolted off towards their duties the drummer advised them to do. 2D scrubbed the pot with muscles he didn't even knew he contained, with soap flying here and there about into his eyes or onto his shirt with a random labeling upon it. Murdoc roamed about searching for the ingredients that were stated in the book, wherever the hell they could've possibly been lying about. Russel, as well, searched about for what the cookbook desired. After recovering the ancient utensils, the drummer hesitantly dusted the tools off, handed them to the singer to clean off, and waited until Murdoc arrived with a handful of ingredients he found wherever. Kong Studios was filled with nearly all the ingredients inside the book, but they couldn't understand how come there were no soup cans or packs of any sort around the massive building. That was their luck, of course. So the three were stuck here in a compact kitchen with grease everywhere, trying to prepare simple soup for their poor band mate.
They all clustered around the antique book as Russel began to read the passage with his beefy finger. "Okay. We've got the pot, the knife for slicing, the measuring cup, a spoon and a bowl for Noodle, and something for mixing. We've got the carrots, the noodles, the broth, the water and a 'fresh' chicken… Muds, where did you get that chicken, anyway?"
Murdoc cleared his throat and placed his hands into the insides of his pocket. "I don't think you want to know the answer to that."
"… Oh." Russel remarked, twitching his left eye slightly.
"What? I don't get it…" Said the singer.
"It's nothing, 'D." Russel responded.
"But I really want to know." 2D remarked.
"You wouldn't know even if we told you, lackwit." Stated the bassist.
"Huh? That doesn't make sense. I would know because you told me what I didn't know so I would know when you told me the stuff I don't know… right?" Explained the singer.
"… No." Murdoc answered, having not a single clue what the singer was trying to explain.
"Oh, okay." Responded the vocalist.
"That was pointless. Okay, back to this soup." Russel gazed into the book. "Step one: place one cup of broth into the clean pot. Easy enough."
Easier said than done. 2D and Murdoc reached for the packaged broth at the same time, having it lead to a moment of conflict and a nearly broken arm on a certain lead singer. When Murdoc poured both the single cup of water and the single cup of broth into the pot, accomplishment filled their souls. But they were not finished. They scurried towards the open cookbook to read the second procedure. Russel cited the passage: "Step two: heat stove to 'Medium'. Add ingredients when water begins to boil."
2D got right on the duty, while Murdoc was not pleased. "That's rubbish! Why the bleeding hell would we heat it to 'Medium' when we could just heat it to 'High' to get it done quicker?" Murdoc nagged.
"Just follow the damn book and stop being uncivilized!" Russel barged in, his temper rising. He noticed this, and tried to cool down.
"I ain't following this book! It's just telling us to waste important time for practicing!" Murdoc glared at the vocalist who had his hand carefully upon the knob, "Put it to 'High'."
The singer followed the goth's orders in slight repugnance and turned the knob of the stove to high after placing the heavy pot onto the selected area of heat.
"God dammit, you're going to burn down Kong! 'D, put it to 'Medium'." Russel ordered towards the unaware singer. The singer followed the drummer's order with a curt nod. In an instant, the stove was lowered down to a cooler temperature.
"Put it to 'High' and stop listening to that lard!" Murdoc hissed.
2D rotated the knob to high.
"No, 'D, just listen to me and put it on 'Medium'."
2D rotated the knob to medium.
"'High'!"
2D rotated the knob to high.
"'Medium'!"
2D rotated the knob to medium.
"'High'!"
2D rotated the knob the high.
"'Medium'!"
2D stared at the knob with wide eyes. "Um… guys?"
The bickering duo did not listen. "'High'!"
"'Medium'!"
"'High'!"
"'Medium'!"
"'High'!"
"Guys!" 2D screamed, having his entire voice echo into the ears of Murdoc and Russel. They turned towards 2D like a dart with narrowed eyelids.
"What?" The two blasted back to 2D in harmony.
The singer gazed at the stove in woe. "I think the knob is broken…"
A deadly silence choked their vocal chords.
The three sat together in front of a gently lit fire, having a warmth sensation press upon their disturbed faces like a punch of enmity. The docile atmosphere did not cheer the bassist and the drummer up the least bit, unfortunately. The singer held onto the wooden handle of the pot with the prepared soup inside of it, humming a tune to one of their infamous singles with an inaudible tapping foot.
"This is all your fault." Murdoc hissed in a light whisper towards the New Yorker.
"My fault?" Russel raised his voice. "If it wasn't for your cocky attitude, we wouldn't be sitting in front of a damn 'camp fire' trying to cook soup!"
"If it wasn't for your fat-arsed mouth that said we were going to make some soup for Noodle, then we wouldn't even be in this f-cking situation!" Murdoc sneered back.
Silence choked Russel, until he responded with a snap of: "I was helping her!"
"Hells Bells! You could've just gave her some crackers and she'd be fine!" Murdoc complained.
"She ain't no god damn parrot! She wanted soup! Soup cures people!" Russel remarked.
"Oh yea. Speaking of cure. I put some pain killers into her soup a while back." Stated Stuart with a simper across his thin lips.
"… You what?" Murdoc and Russel stated in unity, which they seemed to be doing a lot lately. An impending death was in their eye-expressions, and that was definitely not a good thing for the vacant-eyed one. They glared at 2D and towered his sitting position.
"I put some pain killers into Noodle's soup so she'd get better." The singer repeated.
"Why the bleeding hell did you do that?" Murdoc snapped.
"So she'd get better…" 2D repeated.
"Mother-…! How many did you put in there?" Russel questioned in fury. Hopefully, it wasn't a large amount, but since this was the one and only 2D placing drugs into a pot of soup to make Noodle 'feel better', it was not likely.
"I don't know… probably eight… nine… ten, eleven, twelve. Something like that." Responded the blue-hair vocalist.
Murdoc's multi-colored eyes filled with agitation. "I'm going to kill you!" Murdoc reached to pounce onto the fragile body of the unexpected singer, but Russel paused him by force.
"Okay! Enough! We just need to prepare the soup again! Murdoc, just empty the pot and start working. 'D, stay as far away from the soup as you can. Far… far… away." Russel felt so prepared to place his fist fiercely onto the face of the idiotic 2D, but he knew that would lead to nothing but possibly a lead singer with a red substance slowly dripping out of his nose.
And so, as Russel had stated before, him and Murdoc reached out once again to prepare the soup. They were less cautious and swift as a racehorse, since the ill one must've been wondering where her hot bowl of soup was. The two both paid their attentions onto 2D, whose hands were tied up behind his back by rope so he would not touch anything that seemed to have grabbed his interest. The three already had too many detrimental setbacks, and they did not need anything else to happen to their poor soup.
The soup had been completed, amazingly. They took their longest breath in history and untied 2D. They couldn't believe this was finally over with. Russel poured the soup into the cleansed bowl with his eyes and attitude as calm as an invisible wind. The three waited in silence until the soup was cool enough for comfortable handling. Finally, it was, and just before 2D was about to grab the bowl, Murdoc snatched it and placed it into his own palms. Russel grabbed it from the unclean Murdoc, and placed the metallic spoon into the bowl for it to be engulfed by the watery substance. Another deep inhale and exhale was heard and seen from the three, and they knew what to do next: bring the soup up to the sickened Noodle. And so they did.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Noodle perked up when she heard the banging noise coming from the direction of her doorway. With an uneven and shaky "come in", the three band mates entered the corridors of her room. Russel and 2D grinned, while Murdoc was just thanking Satan that this situation had come to an abrupt end.
"We brought the soup!" 2D exclaimed with a bright smile from ear to ear.
"Thank you so much, everyone." Noodle's weak voice filled in with an overwhelming happiness that lit up the whole room instantaneously.
Russel leaned down and felt her forehead with his empty hand. He sighed. "You've still got a fever there, love. Just keep on resting and try to have some of this soup."
"Try? She-" Murdoc discontinued speaking when Russel gave him the deadliest glare he'd ever witnessed.
"Here you go." Russel cautiously handed her the soup with both stiff hands, making sure it would not drip onto her sheets or clothes. Not a drip at all, and Russel was proud of that.
Noodle looked down into the soup and frowned with her lip bit. "Um…"
'Uh oh…' They all thought towards themselves. The three looked at each other, expecting the worst.
2D tilted his head towards Noodle. "What is it, love?" He approached her slightly.
She pointed towards the soup and did not dare to look up at her stressed out band mates. "I'm sorry. But… I'm allergic to this type of broth…"
And then, there was silence.
The End
End Author Note: I am not a hardcore Noodle fan, and I am a hundred percent sure that Noodle is not allergic to a certain type of "broth". We can just pretend, though. Originally, I was going to put that she disliked Chicken Noodle soup, but that would not make no logical sense since everyone loves Chicken Noodle soup! If you state a name of one celebrity who is not fond of that soupy delight, Iwould personaly hand you fifty dollars...
I hope you enjoyed it! I know I most definitely enjoyedcomposing it! Writing fanfictions is a wonderful experiencefor me, and brings a shimmer to my eyes when I see your sweet reviews! So please, since this is completed, review. I'd love to see your reactions/comments/criticism.
Special Thanks: I'd like to give a thank you tothe three reviewers who decided to review even though I only had the prologue posted. That would be thewonderful Raven Evil Weasel Mistress, Madamoiselle Fleur, and Danakagome! Thank you so much, you three! You've brought such an inspirationtome andfilled my heart with your kind words! I'd like to thank Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett forhaving the ingenious minds for creatingthe Gorillaz and giving me the inspiration for typing up this peice of work and my other future peices of work. Thank you everyone who has supported me/given me CC/and corrected me throughout the short fanfiction! I hope to see you all review my future Gorillaz fanfictions as well!
Love Always,
Cassie Jennifer Bryant!
"An ego is a dangerous thing to feed."