Young Again

Chapter 4
Who Do You Think You Are!?
(aka, Layin' Down the Law)

Disclaimer: Gorillaz belong to Jamie Hewlett and Damon Albarn. But, if you ask Murdoc, he'll just tell you to go piss on an electric fence. Gorillaz is his band, not someone else's idea.

Note-thing: So, so, chapter four... Little miss Amy is going to have to deal with quite a bit, now, don't ya think? Or, by some miracle of chance, will she have what it takes to handle Tiny Gorillaz??? If you wanna find out, quit readin' this crap and get to the fic! XP

Amy had managed to make her way to the summit of (what I'm now going to call) Kong Hill without much incident. She was a bit tired and in need of a glass of water, but she hadn't run into any zombies or anything like that. She dusted off her medium-length shorts, and shifted a strap on her back pack before ringing the door bell.

Instead of using the intercom like usual, Russel had decided to go straight to the door. "Hello?" he said, holding the edge of the door right next to him.

"Hi," Amy started, extending the hand that wasn't holding a suitcase. "My name is Amy Trae. I got a job here about babysitting. Is either of your parents home?" she asked, holding a hand towards the shrunken drummer.

"Uh, maybe..." Russel mumbled, taking her hand and giving it a quick shake. "Listen, Ms. Trae, we've got a bit of a problem, right now..."

The "problem" became quite evident as 2D came running down the hallway, shrieking in pain. Noodle was clinging to his hair, her legs unable to reach the ground, as she screamed at him insessantly in Japanese.

Amy quickly droped her back pack and ran over to the two. "What's goin' on!?" she demanded, lifting Noodle up so that she was no longer tearing the tiny singer's hair out.

"My game-u!" Noodle squealed, tears running down her face. "He took it-u! I wan' back-u!" "

No, I don' 'ave i', Noods! Le' go!" 2D pleads, sobbing slightly.

"See!? He take i' an' no give-u back-u!"

Murdoc then walks in the room, a gameboy in his hands. "Oi, Noods, I borrowe' your... Er..." His sentence dies as all eyes are on him, and none look very friendly. "Is this a ba' time?"

Little Noodle releases the violet locks, and begins to cry very loudly. Amy sets her down, and 2D sits down next to her, sniffeling.

Standing up, she looks at Murdoc with a scowl. Murdoc looks back up at her, a mix of confusion and irritation shown on his little face. "An' jus' 'o are you supose' ta be?"

"My name is Amy Trae," she began in a cool voice, "And I am your baby sitter."

"Oh, heh, yeah, I 'member, now. I almos' forgo' tha' you were commin'. You sure di' ta'e your swee' time ge'in' 'ere, though." Murdoc sneered.

Amy raised an eyebrow. "You try getting a call from the other side of the Atlantic for a job, and knowing you can't pass it up. I doubt you'd be able to pack and get everythin' ready for your stay for god knows how long, not to mention bookin' flights and all that crap."

Murdoc grinned one of those "I'm smarter than you" grins, and replied with, "La'y, I'd be able to no' only ma'e i' there in th' same day, bu' I' awlso buy wha'ever I nee'e' when I go' there."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Right, kid, whatever. Now hand over that gameboy so the little one over hear'll stop cryin'."

Murdoc looked up at her, a mix of mild confusion and great irritation on his face. Truth be told, he was just about to give Noodle her game, but he wasn't going to be pushed around by some American teenager! "Jus' 'oo d'you thin' you are, lady?"

Amy put her hands on her hips, mentally sighing. Didn't their parents teach these kids any manners? "I am the one in charge, young man. I'm the boss."

"Li'e 'ewl, if I've anythin' to say 'bou' tha'!" Murdoc snapped. No one was the boss of him, not since he moved away from his father, at least.

"Well, you don't. An' don't you give me that look! I don't wanna hear any more lip from you, now give back the little one her game!" Amy demanded, pointing one finger towards Noodle.

Noodle imediately held both of her hands out. Tears were still streaming down her face, but at least she was no longer shrieking. The young bassist was presented with an interesting decision. On one hand, he could give Noodle her game back (like he was going to in the first place), but that would mean that he would be doing what he was told. That he would behave. On the other hand, he could tell this bitch to go fuck herself in hell, but that would also make Noodle hate him. Decisions...

So, that's the end.
I'm sorry you guys have waited so long for this one. My brain kinda died, what with me graining a new obsession, and all. I swear I'll get back on track with the Gorillaz!Nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever replace them in my heart/mind/some other third thing!

Although, I'll admit that I'm loosing inspiration for this. Maybe some reviews from more than two people will help:3 I still love my two reviews, but maybe the other person who alerted this (you know who you are) will be kind enough to leave a review? Love it, hate it, just leave me with something, please! D:

Amy's name came from two completely different and unrelated things. Her first name came from Amy Lee. For those of you who don't know who that is, google her. Her last name came from me scanning my room desperately for an idea for a last name. I saw a shoebox that was up-side-down, and it had the word "earth" on it. Since it was up-side-down, I read it as "htrae" and then I took the "h" off.

I swear, that's the most retarded way for comming up with a name ever.

Suggestions about anything even remotely related to this are also welcome. (No, I will NEVER stop asking for reviews. Not since I found how happy they make me feel! w )

And, no, I will not stop leaving on cliff hangers, and you also get no hints! ...Mainly because I'm not so sure myself what Murdoc would do... ; Suggestions?