"Oi, wot happened to that blubbering faceache?" Murdoc grumbled a good 10 minutes after 2D had gotten up to answer the door. "Did he get 'imself lost?"
"It doesn't take this long to get goddamn food from someone at the door. Noodle, go see what he's up to," Russel retorted, not moving from the sofa. He lifted his arms and put them behind his head, shooting Noodle a look that said get moving. She mumbled something in Japanese before hopping off of the couch, meandering down the hallway towards the front door.
She arrived at the grand entryway, the absence of 2D startling, yet relatively expected.
"He not here!" she called back, a loud groan returning from the living room. Along with that, there was the sound of a smashing bottle.
"That blubbering sod! I shoulda knew he got 'imself lost around 'ere, bein' the bumbling idjiot he is," Murdoc hissed under his breath as he got up off of his armchair and joined Noodle in the front entryway.
"Where do you think he go?" Noodle chattered, placing a finger on her bottom lip, the seeds of worry evident on her face. Russel followed in soon after, scratching his head in confusion. It wasn't the first time 2D had gone missing, but it seemed strange that he'd gotten sidetracked on his way to getting the pizza.
"Oh, calm down, th' lot o' ye. He's prob'ly out there playin' wit the zombies, knowin' him," Murdoc sighed, poking his head out the front door and examining the darkness. Nothing but a light fog could be seen, the front yard completely obscured. Only a faint moan escaped the darkness.
"Yo, D!" Russel called out the door, the only response the sound of crows startled from their trees, cackling like mad. "Come on, old man, let's go out and look for him."
"I swear to fuckin' satan, if he's flown the bloody coop again, I'll nail 'im to a fuckin' wall," Murdoc hissed, hiking his pants up and walking out towards the yard. The thick bushes obscured the path, tripping their feet as they searched. The mud was as thick as molasses, and the rain didn't help Murdoc's awful mood. Not only was the chill of the night sobering him from his blissful buzz, but it was one of the rare times he was actually hungry and the blubbering sod had screwed it up. Murdoc hissed obscenities throughout the next 20 minutes as they all covered the foregrounds.
"Where is 2D?!" Noodle exclaimed after returning to the front door unsuccessful. The rest of them had shown up as well, just as unlucky.
"Now, now, jus' calm down ye brat, he couldn've jus' wandered off," Murdoc groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He should have taken some of 2D's medication earlier. That stuff worked wonders.
"People don't just disappear, old man, now where is he?" Russel growled sternly. His blank eyes, as unreadable as they were, looked quite angry - but worrisome, as well.
"Like I'D know where the idjiot went! I dun keep tabs on 'im wherever he goes, ya know," Murdoc squealed, his temper becoming more and more volatile. "Why dun we jus' go an' check the front gates already?! I's the only place left."
Russel and Noodle nodded in agreement. Russel bent down low, inviting Noodle to climb onto his back. The front gates had a steep walkway, so she could easily slip and fall in the mud. "Let's just hurry up, I'm fucking starving to death," Russel growled, Noodle grunting in displeasure.
They all walked down the front walkway, the rain seemingly getting stronger and stronger the farther down the hill they went. Finally, they were able to see the gleaming metal of the front gates, the iron lazily swinging in the wind.
"I dun' remember leavin' these open..." Murdoc mumbled as he walked through the iron arch. Barely anything could be seen in the dense fog that had enveloped Kong, creating an eerie sense of foreboding. Murdoc walked out into the road a little, crossing his arms against the chill; it was so dark, he almost tripped over something strewn across the road.
"God dammit, me new boots!" Murdoc screeched as he felt a slimy substance coat his new leather boots. As much as he loathed the accursed substance, he knelt down to get a good look.
"Is that...?" Russel began, but was cut off.
"The sodding pizza!" Murdoc bellowed, picking up one of the soaked cardboard boxes. "Now why in th' fuckin' 'ell are the pizzas in the middle of da road?!" He whipped the box back at the concrete, hearing a sticky sound as it smashed into the discarded pizzas.
"Where is 2D?!" Noodle cried out, her anxiety skyrocketing as her hopes of finding him at the gates were crushed. Not only was the pizza he was returning with strewn all over the road, but they still had no idea where he was.
"Hush now, baby girl, we're gonna find him. He probably just got distracted by something," Russel murmured to her, patting Noodle on the head.
"Yeah, real fuckin' likely. You think he jus' all of a sudden dropped the pizzas an' chased somethin' shiny down the road?!" Murdoc hissed sarcastically, gesturing to the soiled pizzas.
"I was trying to be positive for once, you perverted old man, now stop screaming and start thinking; because if we don't find D before the concert comes up, then we're fucking screwed," Russel growled, crossing his arms over his chest. Noodle did the same.
"Awright, awright, now look 'ere you faceaches. I 'ave absolutely no idea where the sod ran off to, but one thing's for fuckin' sure; I'm not gonna stand out 'ere all night cryin' about it. 'e'll come on home when 'e gets some sense in 'is 'ead," Murdoc sighed as he began trekking back up the hill towards Kong.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Muds?! What if he took too many pills again and he's just wandering around out in the cold? What if he passes out in a ditch and downs in rain water, huh? What then, you drunk?" Russel screamed at him, catching him by the back of his shirt.
"I dun bloody know! If it means tat much to ye, then jus' take the goddamn jeep and look for 'im!" Murdoc screamed back, wrestling himself free from Russel's monstrous grip. If there was one thing that terrified him, it was that brute of a drummer. Although Murdoc put on a steel face and a cold exterior, he was actually quite worried for the lad. He didn't wander away often, but when he did they'd find him as far away as different towns.
"You idiot, you're the only one who knows how to drive that goddamn machine," said Russel as he started back up the hill. He grabbed Murdoc once more, this time dragging him back up with him.
"Fine, fine, jus' let me go, you freak!" Murdoc screeched, not even slowing the brute's steps. Eventually he gave up on resisting, willingly walking back up the hill with his band mates. He trailed behind a little, silently contemplating the facts he had gathered. Already, he doubted that 2D had just "wandered off". He suspected something much more sinister was afoot.