I would like ta take a moment just ta sit right here,

And tell ya how I became the prince of a town called Bellaire!

Murdoc: "Awwww I hate this show!" (turns off TV)

(this scene had nofink ta do wit this fic…..I was just bored)

Okkkkkkay then …..here's

Chapter 3!

Everyone was now okay with the idea of Noodle being a mom, but Russel and Murdoc were still not so sure if 2D would be the best dad.

"Mudds….do ya remember the last five times?" Russel asked the Satanist, who was a bit busy watching TV at the moment.

"I try not to…." He replied shortly and took a swig of his beer.

"Yeah….but what if it's a repeat of….the 'stroller incident'?" Russel questioned uncertainly.

"Oh Satan….not a flashback!" Murdoc moaned as the horrible memory returned.

Well me friends…it's FLASHBACK TIME!

2D was happily pushing a stroller along the park's hilly sidewalks. Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw two ladies waving at him, asking for his autograph. So 2D, not wanting to be rude, walked away from the preoccupied baby carriage to sign the autographs. By the time he was finished, the stroller was in the street and…..

FLASHBACK cut off for gore…..

"And that was only the stroller incident! There was also the 'I thought he was old enough to drive' thing and the twins in the pudding factory thing….how did he manage to do that?" Russel turned to face Murdoc.

"I 'ave NO idea!" he said as he chugged his beer again. "I'm just glad it wasn't Noodle's kid, hic, she'd KILL the Dullard, no doubt bout dat!" Murdoc laughed drunkly, and wavered to the side a bit. Then another thought struck his mind and he snapped back to reality. "I just remembered somefink!"

"That's a first when YOU get drunk…." Russel muttered and received a hard glare from Murdoc then immediately shut up. "What?"

"Grammy night is in about four months!" Murdoc yelled. Russel stared at him uncertainly.

"Soooo……"

"We 'ave ta perform! And she's due in early May which is only three months after the Grammys! She can't play guitar in the condition she'll be in!" Murdoc yelled and slammed down the empty beer can.

"You're right Mudds…." Russel confessed and thought for an idea. "But what do we do?" he saw the Satanist stand up and begin to walk towards the door. "What are ya doing Mudds?"

"I've got ta think bout this for a while."

"Whatever suits you….tell me when you get an idea," Russel picked up the remote and continued channel switching the channels again.

Murdoc stepped into his Winnebago. He trudged into the room in the very back, the room he called his and it was surprising that anyone would be proud it. Then plopped down onto his worn torn mattress which caused the bed to creak.

'hmmmm…..what to do, what to do?' he thought as he stared at the ceiling in a trance-like state, and pondered uncertainly. For once even the 'sharp witted' Satanist was truly stuck.

Well……that's it for Chapter 3! I hope ya liked it! If you did then review please! It'll get better as the….third month or so. Then there's the Grammys! I already have it planned! I continue when I am satisfied and inspired…..which might be quite some time…..or not…..I don't know yet……AND HAPPY B DAY MUSICLOVER! YOU ROCK!