The Noodles by yaboofernoodle |  |
It's the everlasting story of The Noodles…who are The Noodles, you say? Why,
only the most famous…well, maybe not…NeoPet band ever! Some may wonder how I
know The Noodles. Well…the members of the band are my NeoPets! Here is their
story.
It all began one afternoon at the Tyrannian Concert Hall. I bought four tickets
to Chomby and the Fungusballs, so I could take each of my pets. When we got
back to our NeoHome, we all plopped down on the sofa, in the library, or in
our bedrooms. But in every room you could hear music. I could tell from up in
my laboratory that on the floor below me my beloved KoochieNoobus, Firey_Sac,
Bhuhbuh, and 67_8401528 (Number Nimmo for short) were discussing something.
I merely chuckled and went back to work, trying to figure out the formula for
making Bearog Jelly.
Later that night at supper, it came. KoochieNoobus poked at her Golden Juppie
and said to me, "Mum… um… my siblings and I want to start a band… will you help
us?"
I was stunned, but excited. Of course, I said yes, knowing that it was their
greatest desire with their whole devotion to music. "Mrph flufghl blaak schmorph!"
bhuhbuh spat out happily through a mouthful of Chokato. Firey_Sac immediately
started jumping ahead. "We'll need a name, and instruments, and lessons, and
songs, and advertising, and concerts scheduled, and…" he was going to finish,
but Number Nimmo slapped a hand over his mouth and said "Shush! We can think
about it in the morning." Number Nimmo always tried keeping Firey_Sac under
control, because he was the youngest when he was adopted. We all ate our meals
and finished our day.
The next morning, I awoke to a wet tongue sloshing over my face. "Get up!
Get up! We're supposed to start the band today!" I discovered at once that it
was Firey_Sac, using the same old Tongue method (eww…Krakuberry breath!) I got
up and got dressed in my normal Neopian attire (two swords, purple vest, black
tunic, glasses) and went downstairs. As soon as I finished my Tigersquash, I
was dragged out into the market. Instruments first, of course…we went and bought
them. KoochieNoobus got a violin, I got a flute, Firey_Sac got a guitar, Number
Nimmo got a drum set, and Bhuhbuh got a harp, along with being voted lead singer
by the group. "Lessons! Who's gonna teach us how to use these?" was the next
statement. I flashed back to my musical days, where I could play music so well.
Ahh, yes… I could remember perfectly! I told all my pets I would teach them,
and so all was well.
The next morning, we were up early trying to write songs. There were so many
versions…bhuhbuh wrote one called Revenge on Sloth (he was originally a Grundo),
Number Nimmo wrote one about peace in Neopia, KoochieNoobus tried making one
about books, and strangely enough, Firey_Sac wrote one about purple polka-dotted
hippos dancing on watermelons. "Uh…let's try again. I don't know if these songs
will make the cut." I called out, as I marched everyone into the library where
we could concentrate. Finally, we hammered out the chorus for "Maraqua Attacked":
The Koi were swimming peacefully,
The Flotsams playing ball.
While the Jetsams hunted for dinner,
Attack upon the Great Hall!
The Pirates wrecked, the Pirates ravaged
The King in fright was being savaged.
A whirlpool left is all that stands
A city lost, a city gone.
We practiced and practiced until we were finally ready. Packing up all our
supplies and instruments, we boarded our MotoMorphs (Motorcycles I invented
for Neopian use. Change forms for land, water, and air travel) and headed for
Tyrannia. "#1… landing successful," KoochieNoobus said as we landed. Number
Nimmo was MotoMorph #2, bhuhbuh was MotoMorph #3, and finally, Firey_Sac went.
"#4… landing succ…" CRASH. Firey_Sac, to my surprise, crashed into the ONLY
tree on the plateau. I landed, helped him up, and we waited for our friends.
I had invited all my Neofriends and all the pets my NeoPets knew to see our
concert debut. At last, everyone arrived. We all went striding into the Concert
Hall.
"The band is here," I said, as all our spectators watched excitedly. "Ah! Very
well… eh, what is your band's name? All our ticket holders must know, and you've
been putting off for so long…" the manager said. Oops…we forgot to make up a
name!!! "What are we going to do, what are we going to DO?!" bhuhbuh cried urgently.
"This is where you come in, KN. You're the one with the huge IQ… think up
a cool name, and fast!" Firey_Sac demanded. KoochieNoobus thought deeply. "Um…
uhh… erm… eh… ahhh…" We were in deep trouble. *Beep! Beep! Beep!* Flower333's
beeper went off "Uh oh! Sorry to miss this, guys, but osmose1000 is beeping
me. Gotta go! Oh, it looks like he wants to see you too, vltr88.
"C'mon!" said Flower333 (my good friend, and head of my guild). "Let's
go, vltr88! I think it's imperative that we leave NOW!" I waved good-bye to
them both.
Vltr88 cried back to me, "See you later, noodle!"
Noodle was my nickname, of course. It's short for yaboofernoodle.
"That's IT! I've got our name!" KoochieNoobus shouted. My confident pet strolled
over to the manager.
"Well?" he stated profoundly. "Do you have a name yet?"
KoochieNoobus stepped up to him and said, "Yes, in fact, we do." She took a
deep breath and said, "We're The Noodles."
The End |
