Noodle is fast asleep in her bed, and Russel, 2D and Murdoc, are in the kitchen, with the lights down low, talking in hushed voices. Russel pushes his chair back from the table, and stands, looking over at the other two, with a calm smile.
"So, it's decided den, right?" He remarks, looking from one to the other, and back again. 2D grins and nods, standing himself, and joining the large man, on his side of the table. Both of them turn and look at a silent Murdoc, waiting for his response. The Bassist sits slumped in his chair, legs out straight in front of him, ankles crossed, and arms folded tightly over his chest. His eyes slit, they glimmer brightly in the dim light of the kitchen, as he slowly turns his head to look over at the two men, standing silently before him.
"Now waaaaaait a minute." He drawls, gritting his shark-like teeth and breathing out sharply, making a low hissing sound. "What the fuck, makes you two think...?" He snarls, but is cut off quickly by Russel, who narrows his own vacant eyes and bends over, slapping his hands sharply down on the table in front of him.
"Coz if'n you don', I'll take dat Winnie o' yours, and shove it righ' up yo ass. Ya dig?" The large man snarls back, bringing his face close to the Bassists. The two men stare hard at one another for a moment, breathing hard into each others faces. Each trying to psyche the other into backing down.
"Ow. That don' sound real comfortable." 2D grimaces, reaching back and holding his buttocks protectively. Russel and Murdoc blink at one another, then turn to look over at the young blue haired man. Not quite sure whether to take him seriously or not.
"Oh, you think?!" Murdoc snaps, rolling his eyes sarcastically. The tension broken, all three men leave the kitchen, and return to their respective rooms.
The next morning, Noodle is sharply jolted from her sleep, by a loud banging on her door, and 2D excitedly calling her, to come and see something. She leaps out of bed, and quickly pulls on her dressing gown. Moving quickly to the door, while rubbing the sleep from her eyes, with the heel of her hand. She unlocks the door, and yanks it open. 2D is standing there, bouncing excitedly from one foot to the other, clapping his hands, and pointing down the corridor.
"Come and see Noo. Come and see!" He squeals, grabbing her tiny hand in his, and practically dragging her from her room, and down the corridor. He stops in front of the large rectangular front window, and points out it, to the grave yard below. "Look!" He jabs at the window excitedly, and Noodle looks out to where the Keyboardist, is pointing.
Down in the grave yard, bouncing between the headstones. Noodle can see a tall, skinny, dirty looking, pink rabbit. It stops every now and then, to drop something on the ground. Noodle squints and strains to see, what the rabbit is dropping. Slowly it dawns on her, and she turns and looks up at the young man, beside her.
"2D! It's.... It's.... Oh my. The Easter Bunny!" The two of them giggle happily and bounce around in tiny circles, hugging each other with excitement and joy.
Down in the grave yard. A fuming Bassist, dressed in a tattered and filthy rabbit costume, that is actually two sizes too big for him, reaches up and smacks a floppy oversized ear from in front of his face. He turns around, and looks behind him, searching the empty allotment for a moment.
"No really, why am I doing this crap again?" He snarls. There is silence for a moment, and slowly Russel rises from his hiding place, behind one of the larger headstones, like an evil zombie mountain. He growls at the Bassist menacingly, and grips the edges of the headstone, with his huge meaty hands.
"Coz a Winnie suppository, wouldn' be good fo' yo health." He snarls through clenched teeth, glaring hard at the dirty rabbit. Murdoc clicks his tongue, and considers the thought for a moment.
"And what makes you think....?"He begins, shifting the weight to one hip and once again, smacking a large ear from his face. But he sees the way Russel narrows his vacant eyes and slaps one of his huge fists, into the palm of his other hand, and stops talking.
"Go on man, gimme a reason. I really wancha to." The huge American hisses, grinning at the Bassist like a madman. Murdocs pupils shrink to mere pin points, as it occurs to him, that this time, Russel really meant, exactly what he said. He shrugs and turns around again, making like a bunny and hopping away to another grave stone, dropping off another chocolate egg.
"I was only askin'. Ya fat arsed psycho." He grumbles under his breath, as he hops along. Russel grins at him like a Cheshire cat, and slowly sinks back behind the tombstone, chuckling to himself, as Murdoc continues hopping along.