Saturday morning. A time when Christmas was getting nearer, they were on vacaton, and they could pretty much hang around Kong studios without remorsing over the fact they were supposed to be practicing or recording. No gigs, no tourings, no practice: It was their day off.

2D lay on the couch napping, dreaming dreams of pink bunnies, probably. Murdoc was drinking vodka in his chair, reading a porn magazine, and Noodle was watching the power-puff girls. Mojojo vs. the Girls. The ususal stuff. Russel had slept in, this time no satanists barging at his door yelling at him to get up to practice and no small japanese girls to start riffing on their guitars at five in the morning. Most of all, no purple-haired singers watching zombie movies, very, *very* loudly. When he finally awoke and went to the lobby, he greeted his bandmates with as much enthusiasm a sleepy drummer could muster. Murdoc only grunted without looking up from the mag, 2D turned over muttering something about painkillers and shooting to ill. Noodle smiled at him from the tv's flickering light and said: "ohayou , Russel-san."

Russel wasn't one to be a picky eater, so when everyone is slacking and no one barely has the strength to get up, cereal for breakfast would be enough. But something was wrong seriously wrong. When he pured the milk, horror struck him like a sledge-hammer. This just couldn;t be posible, it just couldn't be!

The empty carton of milk bounced off Murdoc's head and hit 2D, who woke up sputtering and yelling. Russel marched up and grabbed Murdoc by the neck. " Did you drink all the milk!?"

Murdoc gasped. "How dare you, you bloody new yorker!" He pushed the drummer away and stood up. "What do ya mean? That milk was new."

"Yeah, well it ain't there now!" Russel snarled. "Maybe someone is drinking from the carton at night, when no one is around," 2D said. His eyes widened. "Murdoc! weren't you up late last night!?"

"So were you!" Murdoc snarled. 2D had a hurt expression. "Aw, c'mon, Muds, I was watching zombie movies. And I wouldn't do something like that!"

"well, neither would I."

"In any case, there's no milk!" Russel growled. "Who did this henious crime!?"

[A/N: I know exactly how he feels. I hate it when I pour myself milk and can't because someone left the empty carton in the fridge. My little brother always tortures me like this. -_-'.] "Akuma-Otaku! Murdoc-samma! Russel-san, 2D-san, it wasn't Noodle! Not noodle!" Noodle yelled over their arguing. "Well," Russel said angrily, "Im gonna find out who!"

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In the shadows of midnight, Russel hid behind the kitchin table, waiting for the perpetraitor to show his sorry face and be caught in the act. The door opened and a drunken Murdoc stumbled in grumbling sleepily. he opened the refrgiator door and...took out the milk carton! he was drinking form the carton!! "YOU BASTARD!" Russel yelled in horror and jumped up, throwing the bassist to the ground. "I caught you! You have to die now!" he snarled at the stunner Murdoc. "Russ! Calm down! I-I-I-"

"No excuses! Suffer the punishment, you milk stealing imbecile!" Russel was about to punch Murdoc in the face when another figure began shuffling down the hall. Imdietly the two bandmemebrs hid, waiting to see who it was. "The dullard!" Murdoc snarled as 2D walked into the room.

He opened the refrigator door and took out the milk carton....
Murodc and Russel yelled and jumped up, slamming the unsuspecting vicalist against the door. "You bloody bastard! I KNEW It was you!!"

"hey, it was YOU, too!" Russel snapped. "Both of you are gonna get your asses kicked! And you call yourslef bandmembers! YOU MAKE ME SICK!"

2D whimpred in pain as Murdoc punched him roughly. "You're gonna get it now!" "but it was your fault, too!" 2D yelled.

"Silence, my little friends," Russel said ominously as he towered over them. "You're both gonna get it now...."

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Noodle awoke in a good mood. She put on her slipper and skipped down the hall, waiting to meet her big brothers for breakfast. When she skipped into the kitchin, she only saw Russel.

"Ohayou, Russel-san! Where 2D and Murdoc?"

"Oh, their off, somewheres...."

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"At least we've learned a lesson, right Muds?" 2D sad through his mouth gag. he and Murdoc were tied to a radio anntenae on top of the studios, full of cuts, bruises, and black eyes. Murdoc spit out the old sock that Russel had shoved in his throat to smother the screams of agony. "Shut up, dullard."