(AN: okay, first story at the moment, though i have about a zillion in my head...anyways. It's okay, i suppose, for the first story, though I'll have to wait for reviews for that.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Russel, Noodle, Muds, or (regrettably) 2D. Or anything else of the Gorillaz. sighs

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"Go ge' the door, dullard."

"Awright, awright. Don' 'ave ta chuck the beer at me."

2D scratched his blue hair as he walked forward; dodging the empty beer cans still being tossed at him. Reaching the door, he flung it open, watching as a burly man greeted him.

"'Allo?" 2D said curiously.

"I'm here for a Mr. Murdoc Niccals and a Mr. Stuart Tusspot?"

"'Ey, Murdoc! Door!"

Murdoc soon stumbled into sight, multicolored eyes staring hazily at the newcomer. "Wot you want?" he asked harshly.

The man merely blinked and looked at his clipboard. "I got a delivery for ya." With that he motioned his hand and two more muscled men walked forward carrying a large crate. The dropped it unmercifully at the two artists then turned around and walked away, scrambling away from zombies who approached and snarled at them.

Murdoc, uninterested by recent events belched and walked off, leaving 2D to stare at the crate. He was still staring when Russell walked over and closed the door. "What'd ya get?" the black man asked.

2D merely shrugged.

"Well let's get it to the TV room." Russ heaved the crate onto his shoulders and his muscles bulged as he carried it to the room where Murdoc was yelling at the TV.

Ignoring Murdoc's profane commands to move out of the way of the TV, Russ worked on hacking through the side of the crate. Rewarded with a creaking of the wood, Russ grinned and tore it off.

Even Murdoc muted the TV with curiosity and peered inside with the other two men. The crate was dark, and the room too light for them to see exactly what was in it. Russ reached in, feeling around, and his face contorted with confusion as his finger poked something soft. A squeak was heard and they all jumped back.

"Wot the 'ell is that?" Murdoc snapped, and Russ shrugged as they watched the crate. A shadow moved inside, and 2D moved a bit further back while Russ prepared to fight and Murdoc just watched, a bit more tense.

Suddenly a small girl stumbled out of the crate, rubbing her eyes. "Ohaiyo gozaimasu?" (good morning?) She offered is a sleepy voice as Murdoc let out a yell.

"RETURN IT! RETURN IT, DAMNIT!" Murdoc yelled as he scrambled backwards with the rest. 2D watched the small girl curiously as she woke up a bit more and looked around.

"Doko desu ka?" (where am I?) The girl inquired, peering at Murdoc.

"Did you come with a receipt?" he muttered fiercely and Russ shot him a glare.

"Nihongo ga wakarimasu ka?" (Do you speak Japanese?) She asked, making Murdoc's head spin with the fast language.

2D, however, was fascinated by the small girl. He looked at her almost as though she was an interesting pet. He poked her, his eyes wide. "Wot's your name, love?" he asked her.

However, with his touch the girl let out a yell and leapt back, her hands straight and posed for a fight. 2D was startled, but he didn't seem affected. "Name?"

The girl looked around, then got up and walked abruptly off, into the kitchen. Russ and 2D followed the girl, astonished looks in their eyes as Murdoc tore through the crate looking for some means of returning her.

In the kitchen, the girl was going through cupboards and the refrigerator like an animal while Russ and 2D gaped. She grabbed a ramen packet and looked curiously at the plastic with Japanese kanji written in bubbly symbols. She pointed to it, and 2D, thinking she had no idea what it is, said, "Noodles." The girl looked back at the packet, then up at 2D. She pointed again.

"Noodle."

Point.

"Noodle."

Point.

"Noodle."

Finally the girl screwed up her face and put it back, looking for more food. Russ handed her a bottle of water and she hopped up on the counter, drinking it. Suddenly a shout was heard from the TV room.

"'OLY 'ELL!"

Russ backed up a bit to look at Murdoc, who was gaping at a gorgeous Les Paul he had pulled out of the crate. "Where the 'ell did she get this?" he yelled and stormed into the kitchen. He looked at the girl who imitated the curious gaze.

"You're so young, what are you doing with this?" he asked harshly.

The girl merely smiled and took her guitar. She gave a huge cheesy grin. "NOODLE!" she piped, and hugged the guitar.

One of Murdoc's eyebrows rose as he gave up. "Okay. Whatever….." He stormed back into the TV room and a popping noise was heard as he opened another beer. You could hear him muttering to himself. "I'm gonna need about thirty of these…"