Ah, grocery shopping, one of the most hated tasks of man-kind. Or, at least is was to the Gorillaz. It was Murdoc who hated it to most. A lot of the times, it went a little something like this:

"Fuck! We're all outta beer!" Murdoc says as he slams the refrigerator door shut.

"Don't ya got any left in that damn Winnie o' yours?" Russel looks up from his taxidermy pig/squirrel/racecar project.

"Lards, do ya really think if I had beer in the Winnie I'd be standin' here?"

"Point taken, man. Well, yer just gone have to get some more."

"No."

"Well no beer then, man!" Russel slams his project on the table, breaking off one of the wheels, "Damn, took me two damn hours ta get that shit on.

"FACEACHE!" Murdoc screams, investigating the refrigerator one last time. After several moments of silence, the bassist calls again. With still no response, Murdoc marches straight in to 2D's room and drags him out by his blue locks. The singer was in the middle of a drug-induced nap and didn't even wince. That was until Murdoc shoved his head in the refridgerator.

"COLD!" The younger man jumps, knocking his head against the top of the freezer.

"That'll teach ewe to come when I call." Murdoc folds his arms.

"Gay." Russel coughs from the table. Murdoc shot him a glare before looking back at the sleepy singer.

"M-m sorry, M-Mudz, I jus' go' a migraine and was takin' a n-nap, an-." Murdoc raises his fist, causing the poor boy to wince, throwing his arms over his head.

"Shut up a sec, would ewe! I need ya to go to the store and pick me up some beer."

"Dun ya got any beer in the Winnie?" 2D rubs his eyes. Murdoc growls,

"Facheache, if I had beer in the Winnie, WOULD I REALLY BE STANDING HERE!"

"Well, I dunno, Mudz." 2D flings his hands over his head again. Murdoc growls

"Just go pick some up!"

"Go?" Every looked up to see Noodle skipping into the room.

"Yes, 2-Dents over here needs to go." Murdoc elaborates. Noodle looks very confused now,

"2D go where?" The child asks, looking at the singer. Was he going away forever? Did she need to start throwing a tantrum?"

"To the bloody store!" Murdoc was getting frustrated now by all the questions.

"Oh...go too?" Noodle asks. Russel gives her a questioning look,

"You want ta go to the store too?"

"Hai!"

"Why, Noodle?"

"No pocky!" Noodle answers. Russel gets up and checks the cupboard. Sure enough, there isn't a box of pocky to be seen. In all seriousness, there are no boxes to be seen; the cupboards were completely bare.

"Damn, man, looks like we ain't go nothin' ta eat." Russel looks one more time before closing the cabinet.

"Looks loike we nee' ta go to the store."

"Great idea, man."

Murdoc gets a look of murderous rage on his face.

"Alright, we get in, get the beer-"

"And cereal."

"And pocky."

"And milk."

"And bread."

"Yogur-"

"ALRIGHT! We get in, get beer AND food, and get out!"

"Ya forgot 'pay for-"

"SHUT IT, FACEACHE!" Murdoc smacks the man upside the head, pulling up right outside the store (Murdoc Niccals: Parking Space Inventor.)

"Ca' I ride in the car'?"

"No, 2-Dents." Murdoc growls.

"Ride in cart?" Noodle chimes. Murdoc rubs at his temple before bending over to lift the child and tossing her into the cart.

"Let's just go get the damn beer."

"Mudz, can I go look at videogames?"

"Whatever, just dun get lost or kicked out like last time." Murdoc growls.

"Ah, tha' was one time, Mudz."

"Just get out of here!" Murdoc exclaims, getting quite a few stares. Ignoring them, Murdoc and Noodle head off to the alcohol aisle. Selecting his favorite brand, Murdoc sets it in the cart beside Noodle.

"B-ee-r?" Noodle asks.

"Yes, dun drink it. Ever." Murdoc heads to the cereal.

"Why?"

"Cause it's bad?"

"But drink it." Noodle points an accusing finger at him.

"Well, I'm bad, there for, I make bad decisions."

"Murdoc-san stupid?"

"Yes, yes I am, now pick a damn cereal." Murdoc leaned on the handle of the cart. Noodle looks at him, then the cereal, the back at him, then at her shoes, then back at the cereal.

"Which one?"

"I dunno, which ever you want." Murdoc groaned. Noodle stared at the variety of cereals. Did she want to ones with the tiger on the box? Or the one with the toy inside...maybe the one with marshmallows! Maybe all of them!

Murdoc watched in pure horror as the child put every box of cereal into the cart.

"Alright, let'-WHY THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU GET ALL THAT DAMN LUNCH MEAT!?" Russel placed the twenty-five pounds of meat into the cart.

"Why the hell did ya get so much damn cereal?" He retorted.

"THAT WAS NOODLE!"

"Where 2D-san?" Noodle tugged at Murdoc's sleeve.

"Wha- oh, right, I forgot 'bout the damn dullard."

"Maybe he's dead." Russel shoves his hands in his pockets.

"If only I could be so lucky." Murdoc headed toward the video games, but much to everyone's, the singer wasn't there.

"Oh for the love o- he went and got 'imself lost again!" Murdoc yells in frustration.

"Yo, calm the hell down, peeps are startin' to stare." Russel says through gritted teeth. Murdoc growls lowly, before rubbing his temple,

"Fine, whatever, can we ju-"

"There!" Noodle points to the child care center where a very distraught 2D is sitting in a chair that is much to small for him, crying lightly as a worker hands him another piece of candy.

"There, there, we'll find your friends." She says sweet, 2D nods in response.

"Oy, Faceache!" Murdoc calls over to him.

"Mudz!? The'e ya guys a'e! I though' ya left meh!" He throws his arms around Murdoc, only to be tossed to the ground.

"Ge' off me! Let's just go." Murdoc sends a sultry look toward the worker before the band leaves quickly, forgetting to pay.

Safely back at Kong, groceries are unloaded.

"Good thing that's over." Murdoc sighs.

"Wait..." Noodle speaks up.

"Wha' is it now?"

"Forgot pocky!"

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