Author's Note: It really really really could happen. Blur rox my sox, man. You should go listen to the songs 'Song 2' and 'The Universal'. There are music videos for both two. Damon's voice sounds more deeper and lower when he's singing for 'Blur' but more higher for 'Gorillaz'. Funny.

Impotant Note: 2D and Murdoc are both at the weapon shop at the same time but Noodle is at another place at another time. Then, 2D went back to the same time as Noodle. So, they're both going to the same place at the same time. As for Murdoc, he's at the studio when they're both going to the mall. Understand?

Monkey Disclaimer: I don't own Gorillaz or Blur and etc. etc. etc.

2D's POV

Ookay.. I shouln' haf done tha'. Wouldn' wan' Muds to fink 'm a weirdo or 'm up to somefink. Act natural and don' attract any attention. Right. Let's do it! What am I finking, 'e mission impossible? Hilarious.

"There you are," The Satanist continued, "My sweeet 'Baby', you're soo gonna be mine."

I shook out of my thoughts and stood next to Murdoc. He was ogling over a gun. Wait a minute, that's no' jus' a gun. It was an exact replica of the weapon tha' Mr. Eastwood used in his famous movie, 'The Good, The Bad And The Ugly'. So, he was gonna buy that, huh?? Well, now's my chance…

"Err, Muds. I don' fink you shoul' buy tha' gu-… Baby, I mean 'Baby'." I stammered nervously. I hope he won' get angry.

"And, why not?!" He screamed at me. Great, just great. He's angry. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Come on, think, Stuart Pot. Think. After a few minutes, an idea hatched in my head after a million 'years' have passed, well, literally.

"'C-cause you won' wan' 'e fans or 'e press abou' finkin' tha' you're a copyca', yea? I mean ruinin' our reputa'ion. They'll be like 'e Gorillaz is just abou' 'Monkey See, Monkey Do, you know?" I replied. He rose an eyebrow and I did 'e same. I jus' don' know how I coul' come up wif all of tha' so fas' and easily.

"Hmm. I guess you're righ'. Smart Ass. It's abou' time your brain worked." remarked The Satanist. I just smiled my toothless grin in response.

Abou' 'time'? My brain has been fully functional since 'e day I was born! I felt like punching that bastard but I kept my hands to myself. At least, I know wha's bes' for me. I stuck my tongue ou' a' him when he turned his back.

I sighed in relief as we wen' ou' of 'e shop.

"'m headin' for back to 'e studio. You wanna come?" The Bass Slayer questioned. Another day wif him? I don' fink so!

"Nah, I need to buy some stuffs at 'e mall. I'll come back la'er." I faked. I knew he coul' see right through me bu' he's all 'e way buyin', it's kinda strange.

"Wotever." And with that, he headed out of the dark alley.

I was elated and proud so I closed my eyes and did the same routine. I'm s'ppose to be at 'e mall in 'e in 'e right time, remember?

Mission Accomplished.

Noodle's POV

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Riiiing! The clock struck 2pm. Break Time.

I came out of my post and entered the steamy and crowded kitchen. I squeezed my way through and managed to got near the teenager.

"Carly, could you whip out 'Fish 'N' Chips' for me, please?" I questioned my colleague.

"Awright, girl. Since you said 'please', but it's gonna take long, ya' know? It's better you go take a stroll around the mall or something." The Negro suggested.

I nodded in agreement and I winked 'See ya later!' I grab my snow wear and stepped out of the fast food restaurant. As soon as I exhaled, I could see a mist of snow coming out of my mouth. It was that cold. I jogged to the mall as I did not want to turn any paler than I am already am.

I was shivering, all right. I'm only clad with a thin coat, together with my waitress uniform inside, a pair of stockings and etc. Damn snow, I hate you. I was busy thinking about my hatred that I didn't see the snowball that came right at my face.

"Oops, sorry, sister. I didn' meant tha'." The young British boy apologized and pouted. He was really short and adorable and somehow he reminded her of… 2D.

"Nah, it's okay. As long as I do… This!" I shot a snowball back at him. He wiped the snow out of his face and stared at me in shock. I was smirking at that time and he knew what was going on. Very soon, we were both engaged in a snowball fight!

After so many snowballs thrown and wasted, we both fell to the floor laughing and giggling. I made a snow angel and he ended up making the exact opposite. He looked at his figure pathetically and pouted once again. I patted his head gently and said, "That's one awesome 'angel' you got there. I bet none of your friends could make it. All they can make are normal angels like mine."

He stopped pouting and stared up at me. His eyes were black and he was grinning. I'm guessing he's about 10 years old since his height reached my tummy.

"Chuck, dear. Come on, we have to go. You're all cover with snow! Let's ge' home before you catch a cold." A woman called out. Chuck? So, his name is Chuck.

He groaned and sulked. Finally, he took long strides to his mother. Suddenly, he ran back into my direction and wrapped his arms around me. "Thank you." He quietly spoke.

I was shock but I hugged him back. He let go and bolted back to his parent. He grabbed his guardian's hand and they started walking. His head turned and waved at me. I waved back. Snow, curse you again, but this time, I love you.

Chuck? Ever heard of Chuck Norris or Chuck Blair? Actually, I got both of those names from my sister since she's HUGE fan of 'Gossip Girl' and love 'strolling' around Youtube. I'm thinking of writing other stories of other stuffs too. So, yea. Another story coming out. Christmas is coming, and my mom's birthday is on it. My birthday's coming too. It's at the END OF THE YEAR. Hah. Happy Holidays. Please, R&R?