The Unexpected Arrival

"I've placed an ad out in the newspaper for a guitarist since the last one got kicked out," Murdoc announced to Russel and 2D. The incident happened two weeks ago, and 2D is still a little angered by it, but not as much as he was. Murdoc, on the other hand, bounced right back from him injury and being snapped on like it was nothing. "I would've put it out sooner, but THIS idiot is still a little hurt from finding out his ex is a slut."

"FUCK YOU, YOU DICK!" 2D snapped. Murdoc's comment resulted in him jumping on Murdoc and them getting into a fist fight. Russel had to pull them off.

"Stop acting like two year olds," Russel said.

The next day they received a big Fed-Ex crate at the door. The mailman rang the doorbell franticly so he could get a signature and leave the creepy, zombie infested hill soon.

"GET THAT FUCKING DOOR, FACEACHE!" Murdoc shouted at 2D.

"MAYBE WHEN YOU SAY PLEASE, PRICK!" 2D shouted back in defense. Everything went silent. Russel stood in the kitchen, amazed at what he just heard. What did 2D just-

"What the fuck did you just call me?" Murdoc voiced Russel's thoughts, anger clearly rising in his voice.

"I-I-I didn't mean it! I'm sor-" 2D's lying was cut off by Murdoc grabbing his neck and choking him. Russel came running to break them up.

"Aye y'all know someone's at the door, right?" he said, walking to answer. When he opened it, no one was there. All he saw was the crate. He peered beyond to look left and right, but no one was in sight. He lugged the crate inside to show Murdoc and 2D.

"What do you think it is?" 2D asked.

"I don't know. Yo Muds, you order another French prostitute through mail?" Russel questioned.

"No. Unless I got THAT drunk last night…" Murdoc said.

"Well, I don't fink it'd be anything for me." 2D said.

"And I doubt there'd be anything for me." Russel said.

Everything got quiet. Murdoc broke the silence. "Sooo, are we gonna open it, or are we gonna stand here and play Jeopardy?"

Russel opened the crate. They were all startled when a small, Japanese girl jumped out of it.

"Noodle!"

"Awwww, look at you," Russel cooed. He loved children.

"'Ello! My name's Stuart, but you can call me 2D if you'd like." 2D said. "You are?"

The little girl looked at the man in confusion. She spoke some gibberish. "Noodle."

"What the bloody Hell kind of name is that?" Murdoc asked. "And what kind of language do you speak?"

"Aww! Imma call you 'Baby Girl. You are so precious!" Russel gushed. He picked up the little girl and snuggled her.

"Can we keep her Murdoc?" 2D practically begged.

"NO! We don't need a li'l snot nosed kid around." Murdoc hissed.

Russel got mad hearing that comment and put the small child down to snap. "She ain't no "Li'l snot nosed kid'. I think she's special. And just admit it Mrudoc; the reason why you hate kids is because they hate you!"

"They do not hate me!" Murdoc retorted.

"Oh yeah? Prove it." Russel shot back.

"Fine! I will!" Murdoc hissed. He walked up to the girl, who was hiding behing Russel. "C'mon little girly. I don't bite."

He grabbed the girl's hand. She screamed, and when she was close enough, she kicked him in a sensitive place.

"Dammit you little…" Murdoc said through clenched teeth.

"Yeah Muds. Children just love you." Russel taunted. He looked over at the girl who took refuge behind 2D.

"Don't be scared luv," 2D tried to get the girl comfortable. He kneeled down and gently took her hand in his. "What's your name? I don't think anyone would name a girl like you 'Noodle'." She looked at him, confusion written all over her face.

"How old are you?" Russel asked. She held up eight fingers. "Do you know how to play guitar, by chance?"

Upon hearing the word "guitar", the girl reached in the crate and pulled out a Fender Telecaster and played a solo the boys would never in their life forget. She concluded the impressive solo with a 20-feet high karate kick. She landed on her feet with grace and took a bow. "Noodle"

"Can we PLEASE keep her?" 2D whined.

"Of course! I'd be an arsehole and an idiot to throw her out with guitar skills like that. She's almost as good as me…" Murdoc said. He never complimented anyone. Little did he know that this little girl (whom they'd start calling Noodle) and her awesome guitar playing would plunge them into fame.

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Sorry I haven't updated the story in a while! When I first typed this, my internet was fucked up and it didn't save, then I ended up turning my laptop completely off, which resulted in me losing the finished chapter. I'M DONE!