(Amazing how boredom can pester you into writing multiple chapters per hour. Here's more if anyone cares to read. Suggestions on any plots are completely welcome if you'd like to see something happen.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz despite what I may claim on too much caffeine

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Noodle disappeared for the rest of that day, and whenever 2D or Russ would peek in her room, a flurry of Japanese curses flew to meet them as they quickly slammed the door in embarrassment.

"Wot's she doin'?" Murdoc grumbled as he downed a bag of chips.

"Dono, she's up there locked in her room, I think she was reading something." 2D responded, blue hair falling into his puzzled black eyes.

"Who cares. It's a book." Murdoc said with horror at the word 'book'.

Russ spoke up. "I wonder if it's some Japanese guitar magazine."

No one replied to the last comment as another infomercial filled the TV screen, this one about diet pills. So of course pictures of "After" flooded the screen, and all three artists' eyes goggled.

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When dinner came around and Russ placed his latest concoction on the table, Murdoc and 2D ambled into the kitchen.

"'Ey look!" 2D said happily. "Food!" He sat down and poked the mass of goo. "I fink…."

"Yeah…what is this stuff, Lards?" Murdoc cut in, eyeing his food warily.

"Japanese dumplings." Russ said proudly, but gave his cookbook a double-take. "At least that's what it started out as. Anyway, I wanted Noodle to eat somethin' familiar."

"The only thin' that this would be familiar teh would be toe jam," Murdoc muttered as he slumped into his seat, looking longingly at the microwave TV dinners on top of the refrigerator.

They waited for the small girl for about ten minutes before Murdoc finally stood up. "I'll go get 'er." He said as he stomped off for the lift.

Arriving on the fourth floor, Murdoc stepped out and wandered towards the direction he knew Noodle's room was.

He opened one door, discovering only a moaning zombie crammed into a broken down toilet. Nope.

Opening another door he found himself staring into a closet crammed full of knick-knacks. Looking closer he found a picture of Paula and 2D (AN: CURSE THAT TWO TIMER. SHE SHOULD BE STRUNG BY HER BELLYBUTTON! –ahem- anyway…). He scanned the rest of the stuff, finding it was all of Paula's old stuff and things that would remind 2D of her. He grinned wickedly to himself, remembering why she wasn't there anymore, and closed the door.

Opening yet another door, he finally found Noodle curled up on her loft bed, buried in a thick volume bigger than her head. Japanese kanji ran up and down the cover and spine, making this book even more difficult to identify why on earth Noodle would want to read it.

Murdoc ignored this and coughed. "Food." He said simply, having no idea whether she would understand him or not.

Noodle's head snapped up, glaring at him through the few strands that fell from the helmet she was still wearing. "AUTO!" she screamed at sight of him. "AUTO AUTO AUTO!" (out, out, out!) Murdoc stumbled back.

"FOOD." He repeated stubbornly, pointing towards his open mouth and growling stomach.

Noodle still glared, but her eyes watched this.

"Food?"

"Food."

"Food."

Murdoc rolled his eyes as turned around and walked off, muttering to himself. "Why I try, I don't know."

He was about to close the lift as Noodle re-appeared and slipped in as the doors closed. He looked down at her, his expression blank.

"What….looking at?" Noodle offered fiercely, a silent smile on her face as she watched Murdoc's mouth drop open. She walked proudly out of the elevator as Shaun announced that they were there.

Murdoc stared after her as he followed, sitting down quietly for once and eating without question.

After five minutes of silence in eating, Russ looked up at Murdoc, sort of creeped out. "Muds?" You okay?"

Murdoc looked up, his eyes still wide as he pointed to Noodle with his plastic spork. "The kid…insulted me."

Russ snorted, laughter in his voice. "Oh, how horrible it is to be insulted with the word 'Noodle' and –gasp- possibly 'stay' if she feels venomous enough!" He broke out into laughter as Murdoc's eyes shot fire.

"No! She…she spoke English!"

Russ looked towards Noodle who merely cocked her head to the side. "Noodle?" she asked in an innocent voice once more.

The drummer looked back at Murdoc, his face now tight and the laughter gone from his voice. "Come off it, Muds. She's only ten and she just got here. She can't speak English, don't try and make it seem as though she's evil." He shook his head and went back to the "dumplings".

2D shrugged at Noodle when she turned her innocent gaze to him and looked down, eating once more.

Murdoc looked incredulously at Noodle, a "WTF was that for?" look on his face that was returned by a mock sinister grin by the guitarist as she saw no one was looking.

"Fine. War it is," Murdoc mumbled into his mouthful.

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(Evil Noodle! Bwahahahaaa! Sorry, I had a bit of sugar before writing this...heh...)