Author's Note: Hey, readers. Sorry for the long wait. It's the holidays but after a few weeks more, back to school, I guess. I'll be busier than ever but I'll try to update as soon as I can.

Stupid Disclaimer: I don't Gorillaz. Damon and Jamie do, and they rock my socks.

"Riiiiiiiiiiing!" His alarm clock rang and he stopped it with just a press of a button. The giant sat up and yawned irritatingly loudly. He got out of his bed, or what was left of it, and stretched. "Time for morning routines..." He thought. He grabbed his toothbrush and cup that labeled "I'm nuts about lards!" and headed for the restroom.

"Crackle!" A fire gushed out of the stove and produced warmth to the whole Kitchen since it was currently cool at that very moment. The Satanist hummed to himself as he placed the frying pan, which contained some meat inside, onto the stove and started cooking one of Russel's 'local delight' from New York. Soon, the meat gave off a certain smell, that wasn't as worse as Russ's 'Grand Buffet'. The smoke spreaded, as fast any disease could, around the hallways and corridors of Kong Studios. Murdoc inhaled it and smirked. "Awrigh'. Now, all I nee' is a fatty whose name rhymes with 'tussel'."

The drummer, who didn't bother to take a bath, was brushing his teeth in an orderly manner when his nose picked up a smell. Ironically, the smell overtook the horrible stench from the toilet like it was supposed to. That surprised the ogre very well and made him desperate, very, very desperate. He gurgle the last cup of water and spitted it out. He trusted his sense of smell and followed the direction of the source of the smell.

The Bass Slayer stared at the clock and got impatient. "Damn that fat arse! Why is taking so long?" He grumbled to himself. He sighed and walked out of the Kitchen and into the bathroom. (A/N: Somehow, the two dear band mates DID NOT meet with each other while they were 'switching their places'.)

The New Yorker reached his destination and once again inhaled the smell. To him, it was like riding on cloud nine. He waltzed over to the stove and his eyes popped out and became as big as dinner plates. Forgetting all about his troubles and problems, he took a fork and a knife and turned off the stove. Carefully, he sliced out a small patch from the juicy steak and poked the piece with the fork.

The green-skinned man walked briskly to the Kitchen while pushing and shoving some zombies in the way. "I think I be'er ge' 'e toilets fixed." Suddenly, he saw a shadow near the walls of the pathway to the Kitchen and gasped, He sprinted and slowed down when he his band mate, who was about to insert the food into his mouth.

"Well, well, well, look wot we have 'ere. Not tryin' to cheat, are you? 'Cos if you are, wait 'till Noods get a load of 'is." Mudds remarked.

"I-It's not what it l-looks like, man. I bet you set me up." The human lards stammered.

"Are you sure? Well, if that's how you wanna play it… Hey, Noodle!"

Russ dropped his fork and the meat landed back onto the frying pan. He went to the front of his 'manager' and acted like nothing had happened. Then, footsteps were heard and they were getting louder and louder.

"Oooh, busted!" He teased.

So, yea, that's about it. Hope you enjoyed it. R&R, please? No running or walking out of this fan fic. XD