Disclaimer: Don't own the Gorillaz. Sorry for the delay guys, I've been busy. Also had a bit of trouble getting into the mood to write lately. Well, here's what all of you have been waiting for, part two.

Operation: You Got Mail

Part Two

2D wandered the corridors alone, looking for the one named Marilyn. So far him and Murdoc had seen no hide or tail of the girl. At least not since she had made off with his pills and his cell phone. With the loss of his pills, 2D had become more jumpy, making his concentration on the task before him worse. And to complicate things more, Noodle and Russel had no knowledge that the little girl was in the building. With the threat of a thrashing from Muds, 2D had promised not to say anything of the matter to the two. The man said he didn't need to hear "I told you so" from either one of them. Obviously a matter of pride. Besides, two grown men, looking for one kid, how hard could it be?

He stopped at Noodle's bedroom door. 2D hadn't looked in her room yet, though, did he really need to? What were the chances of Marilyn being in there? Thinking about the beating Murdoc might put him through though if he didn't check everywhere; 2D was quick to change his mind.

After knocking a couple of times, he awaited an answer. If asked what he was doing, his answer would be looking for his pills. 2D didn't like lying, but in a way, it wasn't really lying. He was looking for his pills; not mentioning him also looking for Marilyn wasn't lying. It was just not telling the whole truth.

2D put a hand on the doorknob when he received no answer. Should he enter without Noodle's consent? What harm could it possibly do when she didn't even seem to be in there. There was always the chance she'd return while he was searching in her room. But it wasn't like he was going to throw all her stuff around and make a mess.

Opening the door, he took a couple steps inside and shut the door behind him. Flipping on the light switch, what he saw before him gave him a horrid feeling in his stomach. Noodle's room was a mess. The first thought that came to mind was that she really needed to clean her room, but after thinking about it, he had a feeling it wasn't Noodle's doing at all.

"I've got to get outta 'ere." He thought aloud after realizing he was just standing there as if he were paralyzed. He didn't want to get blamed for the mess, the last thing he wanted to do was have Noodle angry at him. As he turned back to the door, the knob turned and the door opened before him, revealing Noodle. Her slits for eyes widened in shock as she took in the huge mess her room was now. Looking from the room to 2D before her, she narrowed her eyes in anger.

"OUT!" she screamed and pointed in back of her, towards the corridors.

"B-but, Noodle, I-"

As her expression changed into a glare, he was quick to leave her room. As he turned around to get one last look at the girl, he found instead, the door slammed in his face.

If Marilyn had planned on framing him, well, she'd done a good job.

Murdoc entered the kitchen looking glum. He'd searched all over and found no trace of the kid. The she-devil was probably playing with them, making a game out of this. This thought made him want to hurt her even more.

Russel turned from placing a couple pies on the counter to look at him. "Man, I haven't seen you since you kicked that fan out. Where ya been? You look like shit."

"Is it any of your damn business?" Murdoc growled as he went over to the fridge and opened it. It wasn't milk that he was looking for.

"Why do ya always gotta be like that?" Russel sighed before passing Murdoc and heading into the corridors. "And don' think about touchin' them pies!" he called from outside the kitchen.

Slamming the fridge shut, he slammed a fist on the counter cursing as he did. Where could the little runt have gone?

Murdoc froze in place, had he just heard…giggling? He spun around in time to see Marilyn throw one of the few pies at him.

"Ya bloody-" he'd been hit, and worst of all, in the face. This was definitely not a funny situation, not like in the cartoon, for the pie had just been in the stove. "Aaaaahh! It burns! It burns!" Murdoc howled after ripping the pie pan from his face.

He ran towards the sink, all the while cursing up a storm. Turning the water on cold, full blast, he tried getting as much of the pie from his face as possible. While doing this, he could here the giggling of Marilyn, which infuriated the man evenmore. She thought this was funny? She thought this was a game? Oh, he'd make her suffer when he got his hands on her.

After getting much of the pie from his face, he spun around, only to find the girl gone and the kitchen a huge mess. Not only had she thrown a very hot pie at him, she'd used the other pies to graffiti the kitchen.

Among the scribbles was wrote, on the kitchen table, 'Murdoc is a nob.' "WHAT? Oh, I'll get her, I'll get that she-devil!" he yelled in anger as he smeared thewriting into the table.

"What da' hell do ya think you're doin'?" came Russel's voice from the doorway.

The situation hardly made Murdoc look innocent. Not only was he still lightly covered in pie, but he was in the process of smearing out the comment Marilyn had left.

"I was…" Murdoc paused, there really wasn't any excuse he could think. "Oh, she's good." He said under his breath. "Well, I can't really thin' of any excuses righ' now. If you'll jus' excuse me, maybe I'll 'ave one later." Murdoc finally answered as he walked past Russel and slunk out of the kitchen, leaving Russel to clean up the mess himself.

It'd been several hours since they'd began their search, and still no Marilyn. Maybe it was time to give up, but Muds would have a fit if he just quit. Not to mention Noodle was now mad at him. He had to prove his innocence.

He paused at the end of the corridor, noticing a dark permanent marker laying on the floor before him. Its cap was off and it was laying on the white carpet. Who would leave a cap less marker out on white carpet? What if it had been himself? It was possible, his memory wasn't the best. 2D bent down and picked the marker up before he heard the all too familiar giggles of Marilyn. Standing to his full size, he watched the girl now standing before him. She carried in her hands several heavy books. But why? 2D took a couple steps closer, now in the in the doorway of the living room.

How could he catch her? Just grab her? That's what Muds would do, but 2D wasn't Muds. He wasn't the type to be mean.

This whole time, 2D had been standing there, thinking of what he was going to do, he hadn't actually taken any action. He was abruptly taken from his thoughts when she dropped all the books at once, creating a loud smacking sound with the floor.

With that the girl ran off. 2D was about to run after her, marker still at hand, when he heard a loud yawn and looked into the living room. His eyes widened in horror when he saw it was Russel. He had doodles drawn all over his face and arms from a black…permanent marker. 2D looked down at what he had in his hand.

"Aw, who da' hell-" he paused noticing 2D in the doorway; 2D holding the marker. A look of anger swept on his face and he got to his feet. "2D what have I told ya about playing your damn practical jokes on me?" he shouted across the room as he began to stomp towards him.

There was no way 2D was going to stick around and feel the wrath of Russel. He sprinted off down the hall. "I-I didn'!" he called back as he ran.

Was Marilyn trying to get all the band members against each other or something? That was how it was starting to seem.

-To be continued