(pretty much same AN as the chapter before, i've got another chapter to post after this one. hope you like the story, i wrote these first four chapters in about two hours while multitasking with keeping the dog from entertained. hope it's okay)

Disclaimer: I dont own Gorillaz, sadly enough

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In few hours, Kong was a little less hectic. (AN: is that humanly possible?) The crate had been thrown out, and the girl was being fed. They all sat at the table, Murdoc downing pizza like a pig, Russ was eating some concoction he had made earlier, and 2D was picking at his tiny slice of pizza. The girl, however, was peeling pepperoni off her slice and staring at the grease dripping piece of meat. "Nan desu ka?" (what IS this?) She asked in horror.

Murdoc stopped stuffing his face and looked at her. "Don't you speak English?" he muttered before diving back into the pizza.

"Obviously not…" Russ told him, then went back to his food. 2D, who looked entirely uninterested at the thought of eating, abandoned his food to ask the girl yet again what her name was.

Upon asking her about the three thousandth time, she finally exploded.

"Seijin' I'jousha seiyoouki desu!" (Psychotic monkey!) She cried, sticking a finger in the air to make her point. "Sho utagai desu! Shotto roppou desu ka!" (Many questions! Shut up!) She calmed down a bit, panting, and the kitchen was silent for a moment.

The silence was broken by a squishy, gross sound made by the toppings on Murdoc's pizza slipping off and splattering greasily onto the plate. His red eye twitched. "Yeh sure we can't return 'er?" he asked helplessly before 2D spoke up.

"Name?"

"Aiiyahhh…" the girl muttered before going back to inspecting the meat.

When they finished eating, the little Japanese girl left the table and climbed up on the counter once more, watching Russ clean the dishes and 2D toss the garbage away. Her expression was half hidden by violet bangs that fell just above her nose, but her head was cocked the side, offering a look of curiosity.

Murdoc was watching TV, but from the corner of his eye, he watched the young girl, observing her every move, though denying that he was watching her when asked.

When everything was cleaned up, Russ motioned for the girl to follow him. She stuck her hands in her oversized purple jacket and trailed after him, 2D ambling after her.

In the TV room, Murdoc wore a look of disgust as he saw the girl once more. "So why is she here?" he growled after Russ forced him to shut the TV off.

"I'm not sure." Russ replied, and looked back at the girl. "The only thing that REALLY throws me off is why she has a Les Paul."

Perking up a little bit as she saw the three men look at her guitar, the girl picked it up, strapping it on. This action made the men look back at her; Russ' expression was of wonder, 2D's was of curiosity, and Murdoc's wasn't quite readable.

Suddenly, with no warning, the girl's fingers began to move, a sound erupting from the Les Paul like the trio had never heard before. The melody consumed them as she played, a simple smile on her face. Finally the incredible, impossible noise ebbed away into the silence, leaving the girl to stare questioningly at the jaws that were currently on the floor.

"Noodle!" she said happily.

Murdoc was the first to break the silence by clearing his throat nervously. "Well I think we got the guitarist we placed in the ad for."

2D looked up in confusion. "Are you tellin' me they sent us a guitarist through the mail?"

Silence.

2D brightened. "That's convenient!"