Chapter 2 One way trip
Noodle gave another healthy yawn. The others in the room knew that she would nod off in no time.
Muriel turned to her beloved beagle, and then tended to her tea.
"Courage, why don't you show Noodle to her room upstairs."
Courage carefully nuzzled Noodle's arm with the arch of his back. The slight nudge worked and Noodle's bright emerald green eyes opened.
Muriel partook in a conversation with Russel while Noodle and Courage steadily made their way out of the kitchen.
"Is the tea alright dear? You haven't even touched your tea yet?"
Russel sweated large beads of sweat and tried not to float about the room. He took a seat back at the table, but not before he seen that one other band member had lost his place.
Russel took a sip of his tea.
"It's fine, Would you excuse me?"
Suddenly, Russel remembered why he was on the phone in the first place.
Muriel took a look around the kitchen and looked down at an empty cup sitting by it's lonesome with out an tender.
"Wasn't there a fourth member of the band? I could have swore he was here a moment ago, I'll go get him. "
In the living room Eustace fought to gain win of a channel reception on his idiot box.
"Muriel where's my dinner!" Eustace bellowed from the other room.
Murdoc and Eustace sat in the next room watching the television.
There was never anything on the tiny black and white television, but horror films which never really did anything to help the farmer's mood either.
"When is there ever anything on television?" Grumbled the farmer fixing the rabbit ears on top his t.v. set.
"Never."
Muttered Murdoc sliding forward in his chair.
The farmer made his way back into his arm chair muttering to himself out loud after he settled for another horror film rerun of "Frankenstein."
"Can't argue with you there, I mean who likes horror films anyway ?"
"I like em…" replied a tiny voice from the other end of the farmer's living room.
Eustace focused a glare at the couch after he fixed the spare set of glasses his on the spiky blue haired punks face. Eustace then shifted his gums surfacing a frown on his mug and folded his arms remembering what Muriel had scolded him about earlier.
"Eh, what do you know?" scolded both the Eustace and Murdoc.
2d rose an eyebrow at double the insult which surprisingly came from both the farmer and the bassist.
"Say, you there…what you say your name was again?" The farmer hinted over at the bassist,
"I assume you mean me,… name is Murdoc." Murdoc answered halfway still watching the small television set.
Muriel came from the kitchen after serving tea holding the kitchen door open for courage and Noodle to gain entry to the stairway in the living to the upper floor.
"Eustace, The Gorillaz band will be our gests for the night."
"Works for me." Answered Eustace in an unusually agreeable tone.
Stunned by the agreeable exchange of having a visitor by Eustace Muriel forgot what she had been up too up until now.
2d somehow wandered his way back into the kitchen where he met with a somewhat puzzled Russel.
"2d?…There you are now where's Muriel?"
"You mean Mrs. M?"
2d abbreviated Muriel's name. 2d poked his head into the living room at the farmer and the bassist still in conversation, but to where the farmer's wife had gone was uncertain.
"Well, I'll be retiring for the night." Eustace stood up and walked towards his staircase until he reached into this farmer suit pocket and pulled out his keys.
"Muriel?"
The farmer called his wife only to look up to an empty door way.
"Ms. ?"
Murdoc looked up from his chair and rubbed his mismatched eyes after just seeing the woman it was almost as if she vanished in thin air.
Russel glared into a half full cup of tea.
"She there?"
Russel sipped his lemon tea and questioned the singer as he walked toward the table.
2d walked back in the kitchen and took a seat at the table.
"She's gone."
The large drummer's vacant waterways of vision stared at the tiny golden tea cup he received from the farmer's wife a moment ago and set it on the table top.
"Hmm… well, I'm sure she'll be back soon."
They both turned to the sound of the revolving door in the kitchen as it swung open.
Eustace stood in the door way and scratched his baled head placing back on his olive green base ball cap.
"Have you two seen Muriel?"
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Authors note- Sorry, I'm going to have to cut you off there, I'm in the middle of writing two other stories. My sister's being a brat, and my work keeps getting in the way. Truth is I was going to delete this story.