June was always the hottest freakin' month of the year! Really! You want to know the temperature of Satan's balls? Just stick your head out the damn window in June! That's how hot! You could fry an egg in its shell if you weren't careful enough to keep your ass in doors!

Unfortunately for the Gorillaz, its was hot whether they stayed in doors or not. You see, in a freak accident that involved nothing but Murdoc, a paper clip, and a beer, the air conditioner had been smashed in with a baseball bat!

"Damn it, Mudz! Why the hell did ya break the damn AC!" Russel yells in anger, grabbing a near by vinyl record to fan his face and neck. Both men are in the living room, the older one in a recliner while the drummer finds the couch more fitting to sprawl out on. Murdoc growled in anger, setting his lukewarm beer down on his thigh,

"Knock that crap off, Russ, that's a collector!" He makes a swipe at the vinyl in the drummers hand, but it really too hot to follow that up with anything. Russel rolls his eyes, simply pulling his arm away and continued to fan himself. Murdoc, simply too lazy to return to his upright position, mumbles profanities under his breath, letting his upper half hang over the arm rest of his recliner. His beer is long since forgotten and begins to pool between his legs, offering very little relief to the man.

"Noodle! Quit splashing!" A shriek from the bands very own singer, 2D, is heard from the open window. Judging by the way the boy's voice had been carried to the window and the mention of the young guitarist's name, but must have been up on the roof. The mention of splashing implies that water may be involved in whatever it was they were up to.

"Toochi-san, you're taking up the whole pool!" The guitarist squeaks, though it sounds to be more in humor than in anger. Laughs are shared between the two as a heavy amount of water splashes down from the room, falling just outside of the living room window.

"Russ...am I hallucinating? I just saw water..." Murdoc lolls his head to the side, looking more so at the clock on the wall beside the drummer instead of the drummer himself. Russel, who had been too busy trying to sleep off the incredible heat, jolts his head upward,

"Wha? Ya say somethin' man?"

"I just saw wateh, over by the window." Murdoc attempts to point in the direction of the window, but decides quickly that it is simply too much work.

"What? It ain't rainin', man." Russel looks over to make sure. Of course he just had to be right. The sun was currently blazing down on the home, not a single cloud for miles. However, the water soon returned to the window, now flowing in a constant stream. More laughter could be heard from 2D and Noodle, still sounding at though they had been atop the roof.

"Russ..I can hear the giggles of children...does the giggles of children usually come with hallucinations?" Murdoc made an attempt to look up at the drummer, whoa t this point was still fixated on the water just outside their window.

"Where the hell is that water comin' from?" Russel stood slowly from his seat, wincing a bit as colors began to flood his vision from sitting too long. Murdoc opens his mouth to speak, however, he instead allows his tongue to loll to the side, too lazy to form a true sentence. Russel scrunches his face in disgust, opting to disregard the bassist instead of waiting for a verbal response.

"A'ight," The drummer reaches before him for the coffee table to steady himself as he rises to his feet, using the back of his right hand to mop the sweat that accumulated on his forehead from the 'work out', "Let's go check it out."

"I don-"

"Just get the hell up already."

"Fink tha's enough wateh, luv?" 2D is currently perched outside a plastic kitty pool, watching his purple haired friend lower herself into the water, testing the depth. The girl looks about her, sighing in relief as the cool temperature of the water quails the summer heat around her.

"I's perfect, Toochi-san." She gives him a thumbs up as she lowers further into the water, her back nearly parallel with the bottom of the pool. 2D nods in response, shutting off the hose and tossing it over the side of the roof, clunking a zombie on it's split skull in its descent.

The lanky singer slipped into the pool beside his young friend, immediately meeting her beneath the water of the pool, blowing a stream of bubbles through his nose as water threatened to fill it. The initial chill of the water did nothing to phase the singer, his body quickly adjusting to the change in temperature. The only thing that would pull 2D from the bottom of the pool besides lack of oxygen would be small thin hands from the girl beside him.

"Toochi-san, Russel-san and Murdoc-san would like access into our pool club. Should we allow that?" The guitarist has since put a pair of goggles over her emerald eyes, her hair plastered to her face. 2D would have laughed had he not been using all of his thinking power to determine an answer to Noodle's question.

"Uh...do we 'ave the room?" 2D looked about the plastic pool, noting the close proximity he and his current companion were already in. Noodle takes note of the two before her and the one beside her before coming to a conclusion.

"Russel-san can join. Murdoc-san can have the hose." She states simply before returning beneath the water. Murdoc's face twist in dissproval but before he has time to argue, the drummer has already joined the pool.

Had it not been two million degrees out, Murdoc would have started a fight. But that was not the case for today.

"Water," The boozer comments as he retreats from the roof, a new plan already in mind, "Least I get the bathtub to meh self."