The Con (Gorillaz Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12- Angry Standing Ovation

"How'd the hell did this sausage get so sweet?"

"OH GOD. I MIXED UP THE SALT AND SUGAR AGAIN."

"Where's Murdoc?"

"Hurry up Murdoc! Your bass is done polishing!"

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"It's not perfect enough!!!"

"Sugar, spice, and everything nice."

"Salt, posion,and everything morbid."

The twanging of strings and the clanging of drum parts filled the room.

An average morning in the Gorillaz mansion, getting ready for their dawn commute to London,England.

Today was the show, and the band members were horrendously unprepared.

Kits thunderous hair was most definitely uncombed,and she seemed inclined to stay on the couch rather than braiding her usual dark purple ribbons into her hair.

Cyborg Noodle hadn't been charged at all last night,causing her to go haywire and run around the room searching for a cord that would let her charge at the show.

2D couldn't find the right medication for his migraine which seemed to coincidentally occur every time before they traveled the submarine.

His face wore a completely unshaved hairy mask.

And Murdoc wouldn't stop polishing his yellow v-bass guitar, hoping to blind his enemy's with the shininess perhaps.

"LETS GO, LETS GO!" Murdoc howled. "First time you ever get to go off the beach and your dilly dallying? I think we need to sort out our priorities mates!"

The band seemed to agree,and soon enough they were on there way to London in the submarine, that had magically regained its engine.

Murdoc enjoyed chewing on a piece of straw, turning the wheel of the submarine, as 2D, Cyborg Noodle, and Kit sat tiredly in the back cellar.

The ride to the mainland was steady as they transferred from submarine to their tour bus, then out to the largest auditorium in Britain where they were to perform.

Murdoc stepped out of the van, followed by Cyborg Noodle and 2D. Kit dallied along after them.

Murdoc looked at his watch.

"Russells nearly late. We go on in fifteen minutes...stupid driver, nearly went to all the places with speed bumps just to slow us down. I drove the subby through the water faster than that."

Kit peered to the van. It parked itself in nearly three parking spaces.

"Harness the power of being a van aye? The bigger the vehicle the better. Get more parking spots." Murdoc chuckled.

"Well come on comrades...don't want to dilly dally."

Kit checked the strap connected to her Gibson guitar. She felt the knob tied to the strap. It wiggled at the slight touch of her hand.

"Murdoc my strap button is loose. Its going to fall off."

Murdoc rolled his eyes.

"No it's not. That guitar has no defects."

Kits eyebrows narrowed.

"Well maybe it came to get one in the weeks that I had it. Guitars aren't invincible."

"Kit just shh. The guitar is fine. It's not going to slip off of anything."

They walked to the back door. Murdoc halted, a few yards from the entrance.