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(WARNING TO ALL READERS! While this piece does not contain anything over an R rating, ( I tried so hard guys, I really did, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help it!) reading may cause sever nausea and urge to laugh hysterically or vomit. You have been warned. By the way, I’d like to give a nice hunk of credit to my dear friend FoxFire who has fueled the fire of my insanity. Enjoy! ^_^)

It was the typical afternoon setting in Limburger Tower that day. The Big Cheese had just got royally burned by his furry adversaries; his tower was in shambles, as were his goons, his funds, his plan and his brand new suit. He was in a dreadful mood, absolutely furious with the Biker Mice. He gazed at the three life-size posters of them he had made and pinned up on his wall, and then ripped out a 35 millimeter and began shooting at them like there was no tomorrow. " DIE YOU WRETCHED RODENTS! DIE!!! I HATE YOU!! MAY YOUR INSIDES ROT AND TURN GREEN!" he screamed, blasting a section of his wall out. At that moment, the whole room began to cave in. " Oh dear…" he murmured, just before the whole thing caved in right on top of him.

A few minutes later he emerged into Dr. Karbuncle’s office, stomping over to the Doctor who was busy tampering over a Bunsen burner. " KARBUNCLE!" he screamed. Startled, the doctor whipped around, nearly knocking over his concoction. " Yes, your ‘I can’t believe it’s not buttery’-ness?" he hissed. " Karbuncle, I’ve had it up to here with those mice! I want them gone! And I’m willing to go to any means to do it! Enough is too much!" he raved. " Calm down, my creamy cheddarness, you must remember your blood pressure." He said, soothingly. (If that’s possible) " As it so happens, I’ve just come up with something that I think you’ll find quite interesting." He added, turning back to the strange mixture before him. " Oh, not another one of your futile, idiotic schemes, Karbuncle. I’m really not up to it." Limburger groaned, slumping down in a chair. "Oh no, your chesseiness, this is sure to work. You see, I’ve developed this highly potent potion that will make the Biker Mice your loyal and eternal slaves. One drop of this, injected, disjested, or absorbed through the skin and they’ll bend to your every whim. They’ll worship you. And it’s irreversible." He said, pouring a small amount of it into a beaker to cool. Limburger raised an eyebrow in interest. " Really?" he asked, intrigued. "You mean those rebel rats would totally forget all their hatred for me and bow before me?" he asked. Karbuncle grinned insidiously and nodded. "They would have no will of their own. You would control them completely," he said. Limburger’s little fishy eyes lit up, "This is wonderful, Karbuncle! This is the answer to my prayers!" he grabbed the beaker and clutched it close, " I’ll have those mice eating the dirt from under my fingernails!!!!" he laughed insanely.

Of course, no one happened to notice that Fred the Mutant had found a sudden interest in Karbuncle’s potion. " Ooooh, what does this do?" he wondered, picking up another vile and dropping it in the with the concoction…

**

Throttle settled back tiredly against the sofa and took a long drink of root beer, "What a day, eh, bros?" he asked. " Oh mama…I’m exhausted." Modo sighed, flopping down beside him, resting his head on the back of the couch. " Aw, you two are acting like a bunch of old geezers." Vinnie said, though his face was flushed from exhaustion. In truth, their latest battle with Limburger had been a challenging one. One that had left them a bit breathless. " Was it just me, or was Limburger just a tad bit more aggressive than usual?" Modo asked. " Yeah, he really had it in for us that time." Throttle said rubbing a sore welt on his arm from a lazor burn. " Hey, that just makes it more exciting." Vinnie said, flopping down in a chair to rest, still breathing hard. Just then Charlie walked in, "Hey, guys. You’re back awfully late. Battle run a little long today?" she asked cheerfully. " Oh, hi ya, sweetheart." Vinnie said winking at her and motioning her over to him. She giggled and plopped down in his lap and gave him a big kiss. Throttle and Modo gazed at them and then started to giggle as Vinnie glared at them out of the corner of his eye. The two made kissy faces at them and teased them until they stopped. "You bros are just jealous." Vinnie said, still holding tight to Charlie. " You three look absolutely exhausted." Charlie said looking them over. "We’re fine, Charlie ma’am." Modo said smiling. "Yeah, just takin’ a breather." Throttle added. "Yeah, sweetheart. You seem to forget who you’re talking to. We’re the Biker Mice from Mars! And we don’t get tired." Vinnie boasted. " Cocky as ever." Throttle sighed. Suddenly there came a knock at the door. The bros all looked at each other and Throttle and Charlie slowly got up. " That’s funny…I could have sworn I put the closed sign out," she murmured. Throttle shrugged and walked towards the door, " Probably some citizen looking for directions. I’ll get it." He said pulling on his helmet and slipping his visor down. He opened the door and started to say something when he was suddenly met by a powerful blast that sent him flying backwards, sprawled on the floor. He had just been shot right in the face! " BRO!" Modo and Vinnie gasped jumping up. Throttle sat up slowly and pulled off his blackened helmet, " Man…what a headache…" he groaned rubbing his forehead. " Let’s hear it for helmets bros. Probably saved my face." (thank goodness. J ) He added. Then they all looked back to see none other than Greasepit standing in the doorway, a smoking lazor pistol held out in front of him. The one he had just shot Throttle with. " Bahahaha, Hi ya mousies." He cackled stupidly. "Out of my way you moronic minion." Karbuncle hissed pushing past him. Then Limburger emerged, pushing past them, crushing them almost. " Good evening, my dear Biker Mice." He chuckled. " Limburger!" they cried. " In the flesh." The Plutarkian tycoon said. " Don’t you mean, scales, fish-face?" Modo growled. " What do you want here, Limburger?" Throttle asked standing up, his hand resting on his lazor pistol. "Why, my dear rebel rodents, I’ve come in peace." Limburger said, putting up one of his hands. "Oh really? Is that why your goon here tried to make our bro’s face into a black hole?" Vinnie snapped. Limburger glared at Greasepit who stood there sniveling as usual, "S-Sorry, b-boss." He groveled. Limburger rolled his eyes and sneered and then looked back at his adversaries. " I have a simple proposition for you, Biker Mice. I want you to work for me." He said. Throttle, Modo, Vinnie, and Charlie all looked at each other and then burst out laughing. "Oh, that’s a good one, Limburger." Modo said wiping a tear from his eye. " Now, what do you really want?" he added, still smiling. " Just what I said my dear rodents. I want you to work for me. I want you to become my humble and undyingly loyal minions who will serve and protect me till death," he replied." HA! What’s the matter with you ripe cheese? You got mold on you or what?" Vinnie cried. Throttle pulled off his glasses and stared at Limburger, " You’re joking right?" he asked, staring at him. " Oh no, Mr. McCloud. And I won’t take no for an answer." He turned to Karbuncle, who yanked a small beaker from his lab coat. " Prepare to grovel, Biker Mice!" Limburger cried as a hundred goons suddenly stormed the Last Chance Garage, tackling them. " Look out, Charlie-girl!" Vinnie cried, lifting her up and running across the room with her, shooting all the way. " Bros, I…" Vinnie started to call to them. "Chill, Vincent. Me and Modo got it covered, you get Charlie out of harm’s way." Throttle called back, doing a back flip just in time to avoid being hit by a club. Vinnie smiled and then darted towards the window, which he promptly smashed and darted out of. " You okay, sweetheart?" he asked once they were safely outside. " Yeah, I’m fine, but you’d better get back in there and help out." She said looking back at the packed garage. " You got it, babe." He said. He gave her a quick kiss and then laughing insanely and drawing his pistol darted back into the garage. Charlie shook her head and then quickly jumped in her truck and headed for the Scoreboard to get reinforcements…

" Hey guys, save some for me!" Vinnie cried as he pushed his way past some half-conscious goons. " Hey, you snooze, you lose, bro." Modo said as he slugged another one in the mouth. Soon most of the room had been laid out, with the exception of Greasepit, Limburger, Karbuncle, and little Fred the mutant (who just seemed to appear out of nowhere). " Well, fish eyes, what was that about groveling?" Modo asked, stepping up to him, pointing his lazor cannon at him. " Very impressive, rats. You will make wonderful allies." The Big Cheese said grinning. Modo’s single eye flared bright red. " My mama didn’t raise no rat or any Plutarkian lapdog you bass!" he growled, getting in his face. At that moment Limburger sprayed something right in his face, which caused him to stagger backwards a bit, choking. " Modo!" Throttle and Vinnie gasped. Modo rubbed his head groggily and then collapsed on the ground in a heap, out cold. " Bro!" Vinnie cried, dropping down beside him. " Knock-Out gas." Throttle said, glaring at Limburger. "Correct as usual Mr. McCloud. Perhaps I’ll make you my head of my Academy of Hard Knocks." He said. The next moment the whole room filled with thick pinkish colored gas. Throttle and Vinnie choked on it. " Don’t breathe it!" Throttle gasped, trying to cover his face with his bandana and haul Modo to safety. Vinnie groaned then and slumped forward, passing out as well. " No! Vincent, don’t go to sleep! Don’t…" The floor began to sway beneath his feet, causing him to stumble a bit as he tired in vain to carry his unconscious friends towards the nearest exit. Just as he reached the window he crumbled to his knees as Limburger, Greasepit, and Karbuncle stepped up to him laughing. " That’s right mousy, go nighty-nite." Greasepit cackled reaching down for his neck just as he could hold his eyes open no longer…

**

Vinnie opened his eyes moaning. He felt light-headed and cold. Once his vision cleared he looked around and found out why. He was lying strapped to a slab in Karbuncle’s lab. His worst fears came rushing at him with a vengeance and he looked around frantically to see if his bros were all right. Modo and Throttle were strapped down like-wise, awake and apparently unharmed. " Bros, you guys in one piece?" he asked. "Yeah, but I’ve got one heck of a hangover." Modo moaned. " I second that. You okay, Vinnie?" Throttle asked. " Yeah, I’m perfect as usual. Just wish I wasn’t waking up here." He said looking around. " Have a good rest, my dear Martian Moles?" Karbuncle’s voice hissed at them suddenly. They jerked their heads around to see the good doctor slowly entering the lab, wringing his bony little hands, which gave the guys the chills. " Oh looky bros, doctor demented has come to give us a check-up." Throttle hissed as he neared his slab. The deranged doctor took his chin in his hand, " You won’t be saying that for long, fur face." He hissed. " Get your grubby hands off my bro!" Modo growled, fighting hard against his bonds. " Relax, big fella, don’t hurt yourself." Throttle said to him. " Yeah, big guy, save it for the Big Cheese." Vinnie added, glaring. At that moment, making his grand entrance, Limburger waltzed through the lab doors and paraded his fat butt in front of them like a general overlooking his troops, smiling wickedly. "And how are we feeling this fine evening, my dear miscreant Martians?" he asked sweetly. " Kiss my butt, Limburger." Vinnie spat at him as he walked past him. "Oh no, my dear Mr. Van Wham. I believe it is you who will be kissing mine." Limburger cackled. Vinnie shrunk down on the slab grimacing, " Ew! Don’t make me sick, tuna breath!" he gasped. " Yeah, really, just thinkin’ of your big behind is enough to turn my stomach." Modo snapped. Limburger smiled at them again. " Okay, ripe cheese, enough with the taunting, spill your little plan to get rid of us now. You know you want to." Throttle cooed, making his bros chuckle. Limburger’s smile faded a bit. He hated being mocked, but soon that would be over forever. He would be known as the man who enslaved the Biker Mice, and that was a grand title indeed. " As I said once before, mice, I have every intention of making you into my personal slaves. The good doctor here has invented a potion that will make you my willful serfs for the rest of your lives…and who knows? Maybe even after." He cackled. The bros grew a little paler under their fur. "Willingly serve Limburger…"

"… The Plutarkian scum bucket of the universe…"

"…For the rest of our lives?"

They looked at each other fearfully. " Then of course, I still really haven’t decided what I’m going to do to you. I could, once you’re my loyal minions, send you back to Mars to fight against the very people you swore to protect, destroy the Freedom Fighters and kill off your families." Limburger said casually. Modo’s eye glowed bright red and he strained as hard as he could against the chains and straps that held him. "NO!" he roared. "Or, I could take you to Plutark, rub you in Cambert’s providious face, then take you back to Earth, and have you help me turn it into a wasteland, just like Mars." He added. "YOU MONSTER!" Vinnie cried, now straining against his bonds as well. "Or…I could simply finish what we started on Mars and have Karbuncle turn you into bionic cyber Borgs…just like your father." He hissed focusing on Throttle. " NEVER!" Throttle cried angrily. Limburger laughed evilly at the torture he was inflicting upon them. Then he looked to the Karbuncle, " I think they’re ready now, doctor." He said. Karbuncle made a low hissing, rasping sound that was supposed to be laughing and lifted a tray filled with three syringes filled with dark pink liquid. " Now this will only hurt for a second…" he cackled, bending towards Throttle who had a look of absolute horror on his face. " No!" he cried, writhing and struggling hard against the straps that held him down. " Now hold still!" Karbuncle snapped, finally getting a good grip on Throttle’s head to stick the needle into his neck. It was just about to pierce his skin when suddenly…

POW!

" Dahhh!" Karbuncle gasped as the needle was suddenly shot out of his hand. " Hold that thought, doc." A gruff, deep voice came. They all looked up to see none other than Stoker standing in the doorway of the lab, a pistol in his hand which was smoking, Charlie standing at his side, also armed. " STOKE’?!" They gasped in disbelief. " In the fur." The old unit leader said smiling. " I figured you guys would need some help, so I called in the Cavalry." Charlie said, hugging his arm. Vinnie frowned, " Just like you to show up at the last second and hog all the glory, old timer." He snapped. " Don’t thank me, punk." Stoker replied winking at him. " You wretched rat! I won’t let you spoil my plans!" Limburger cried, lunging at him with a needle. Luckily, Stoker dodged out of the way just in time to avoid being hit, in the process knocking the needle out of old Chubby Cheese Fin’s hands sending it flying into the air. Charlie dashed over to the guys and quickly broke them free of their bonds with Stoker’s help. " You guys okay?" Stoker asked helping them down. " Oh Stoker, you don’t know how glad we are you showed up when you did." Throttle sighed, throwing his arms around his friend, teacher, mentor and adoptive father. " Yeah man, you showed up just in time." Modo added, joining in the embrace. " Hey, baby bros, it happened to me once, and this old mouse will rot in his grave before he lets it happen to his favorite students." He said, hugging them affectionately. Vinnie however just stood by Charlie and stared, rolling his eyes. Then suddenly he spotted the other to needles lying on the tray on the floor. Karbuncle must have dropped them when he ran off. A wicked idea crossed his mind and he picked them up and gathered his bros and Charlie in a tight huddle. Limburger was stooped over on the floor, looking for the syringe that had disappeared somewhere when he heard: " Hey, worm eater!" He looked back slowly to see the Biker Mice lined up in a little row behind him, all grinning wickedly at him. " ‘Prepare to grovel’." Vinnie quoted him as Modo and Stoker lifted the remaining syringes and took aim right at Limburger’s over sized butt. "Ready…" Throttle called, still grinning.

" Oh no…" Limburger whimpered.

" Aim…."

" Oh please…" he groveled.

" FIRE!"

The needles went flying, hitting their mark dead on, and Limburger screamed and jumped into the air, grabbing his rear and howling. The Biker Mice were howling too, with laughter. " See ya around, ripe cheese." Modo called as Stoker hopped on behind him on their bikes. Then they were gone, exiting through their newest hole in Limburger Tower.

Limburger lay on the floor, stunned and dazed, his head was spinning and then he felt another sharp poke in his neck. He’d found the missing needle. The last thing he recalled before passing out was Throttle, Modo, Vinnie, and Stoker riding away laughing at him and thinking to himself; " I never realized how good they looked on those bikes…" Then he promptly fainted. Karbuncle, who, now that the danger was over, reappeared in the lab and saw Limburger laying incapacitated on the floor. He picked up a syringe and studied it carefully. He hadn’t remembered it being that color before… "Oh dear…" he murmured.

**

It was sometime later the next day when Limburger woke up again and found himself in bed with a royal headache. He groaned and pushed himself up in bed slowly, rubbing his fat head. " Oh dear…I feel so very… peculiar." He thought. As he slowly climbed out of his oversized waterbed, he kept wondering what this strange feeling was that he felt. Then suddenly he slipped on the remote from his television and landed with a loud thud on the floor. ( The guy’s dang lucky he didn’t go through it, Mr. Shamoo.) Anyway, as he got up cursing and muttering, he happened to notice that he had turned his t.v. on by accident. He was about to flick it back off when he noticed what he was watching. It wasn’t a television program, it was video footage of the Biker Mice and Stoker from last night. The camera in Karbuncle’s lab must have caught the whole embarrassing accident on tape. Grimacing, Limburger looked around for the remote to turn it off, when he paused to watch it for no reason he could really think of. He watched as Throttle, Modo and Vinnie struggled against their bonds, amazed somehow by their will and strength and then of course there was Stoker’s big flashy entrance. Normally the only reason he would be watching this would be to study the Biker Mice’s moves and learn how to use them against them, but he found himself studying other things about them. Like how Modo’s muscles seemed to ripple when he got really mad; or the way Throttle’s wispy bangs always fell in his eyes; how Vinnie’s every move was elaborate in order to show off his style and his body. Then there was the way Stoker’s ponytails caught in the breeze and whipped around him. Limburger found this all quite fascinating, though he really could not understand why. He felt a very strange feeling that started in the pit of his stomach and bubbled up to his brain. And then, it hit him like a ton of bricks. At that moment Karbuncle burst through the door of his bedroom, " Your royal smelliness! I’m afraid I have the most dreadful news!" he yanked Fred, who was standing behind him up in front of him and held him out by his arm, " I’m afraid this little mutant had been tampering with the potion and…" he rasped nervously. " …And he turned it into a love potion instead. Yes, my dear Doctor Karbuncle, I’m well aware of this." Limburger said cheerfully, getting to his feet. " You…you are?" Karbuncle stammered. "Yes, indeed. Now prepare the limo, doctor. I have places to go. Oh, and have my goons set up security cameras all over, inside and out, in very room of The Last Chance Garage and the Scoreboard." He instructed him. " I want to know their every move…" he added, a strange glint in his eye.

**

The Biker Mice, Stoker, and Charlie had laughed the whole way home, by the time they had reached The Last Chance, they could barely stand up. And now, a day later, they were still chuckling over it. " That was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen." Charlie said wiping her eyes. " Yeah, that felt plenty good. I wonder whose feet Limburger is groveling at." Modo said. " You mean other than the Plutarkian High Chairman, right?" Stoker added. " Well, bros, if the thing was designed to make us his slaves and he got injected with it, he’s probably worshiping himself!" Vinnie chuckled. " Not that he doesn’t do that already." Throttle added, trying to stifle a giggle. " Yeah, really." Modo replied. " So, old timer, what happened? Did Charlie call you on speed dial and you just flew from Mars, crashed in the Scoreboard and wandered on over to Limburger Plaza to bail us out as usual?" Vinnie asked flopping down on the couch again. " That’s about the sum of it punk." Stoker replied, smiling. " Though you don’t look very happy to see me." He added. " Sure we are Stoke’." Throttle said, patting him on the back as he walked past him into the kitchen, " Well, I know you and Modo are, kiddo, but foil face here looks like he would have preferred if I had let him become Limburger’s lap dog." Stoker replied, winking at Vinnie who scowled in return. " Look, I’m grateful you showed up and saved our tails, but that’s about it, Mr. Bionic Whip. Me and my bros have got everything here under control. And you know what they say, ‘Four is a crowd’." Stoker continued to smile at him mockingly almost, " There’s that cockiness and arrogance again. You get that from me, I’m sure of it." He said. Vinnie’s eyes flared, " I didn’t get nothing from you!" he cried. " Hey, hey, hey, bros, chill. Remember Vinnie, Stoker’s done an awful lot for us. Not to mention make us what we are today, so I suggest you bite your tongue. Didn’t your mama ever tell you it’s not polite to be disrespectful to your elders?" Modo asked him. " ‘Elders’?!" Stoker gasped, " Why I could still whip the lot of ya with both hands behind my back!" Stoker said. "Sure, Stoker, sure…" Throttle chuckled, handing him a can of root beer and sitting down beside him. " So, Stoker, how are things on Mars?" Charlie asked then, sitting down beside Vinnie and snuggling into his arm. " Oh, fine. Rough and tumble as usual, but fine. Let me tell you, I was glad to get away from it all for a few days." The older mouse said. " Oh, Modo, Rimfire says hi and that’s everything’s alright there." He added. Modo smiled, " I’m glad to here that." He replied. " Yep, that kid’s growing up fast. He’s gonna make one heck of a good Freedom Fighter someday." Stoker added. At that moment the doorbell rang. They looked at each other and slowly stood up. " You don’t think that’s Limburger again, do you?" Throttle asked. " Nah, he’s probably still licking his wounds. I’ll get it." Charlie said walking casually over to the door. " Be careful Charlie-girl." Vinnie cautioned her. Charlie opened the door quickly and jumped to the side, ready to hear a gun shot. But nothing happened. Blinking, she slowly looked around to see that there was no one at the door, but on the doorstep was four, carefully wrapped packages, addressed to each one of the Biker Mice. " Hey, guys, you send away for some stuff again?" she asked picking them up and bringing them inside. " Nope." Modo said. " Not I." Throttle added. " Wasn’t me, sweetheart." Vinnie said. " Hey, don’t look at me, I don’t even live here." Stoker said. Charlie glanced at one of the cards and began to giggle. " What is it, sweetheart?" Vinnie asked curiously. " Looks like you boys have secret admirers." She giggled, handing each one of them a package. The boys all looked at each other and then slowly sat down with their presents. " It doesn’t have a return address on it." Throttle said, examining the tag tied to the bow with his name on it. " Well, who wants to go first?" Modo asked. " Well, since Throttle’s the leader, I think he should go first," Vinnie said. " Gee, thanks bro." Throttle said sarcastically. Carefully he undid the wrapping, wondering if he was about to be blown to bits. But as he eased the cover off the box, he found no bomb or booby trap within. " I told you, bro. It’s probably from our adoring fans." Vinnie said. Throttle shrugged and then began to clear away the tissue paper, getting to his prize. That’s when he abruptly stopped, his eyes wide behind his specs, staring into the box. " Well, what is it bro?" Stoker asked. Throttle looked up at them, a bit stunned and slowly drew his gift from the box. Modo and Vinnie’s jaws dropped and Stoker did a double take. Charlie just stared. Throttle was holding up a black leather thong with a card attached to it. " WHOA!" Vinnie gasped finally, laughing as hard as he could. " Dang, bro! Someone really wants you!" Modo gasped, staring at it. " Ha ha! That’s my boy!" Stoker said slapping him on the back. Throttle’s face was bright red as he shoved it back into the box, taking the card that was attached to it off. " Obviously some young lady’s got the wrong impression about me." He choked. "Hey, maybe it’s from Terra."( I couldn’t resist myself) Vinnie said waggling his eyebrows. " What does the card say, bro?" Modo asked, eager to know. Throttle sighed and opened the folded piece of paper and glanced at it carefully. His face grew an even darker shade of red and he lowered his specs. " Oh…." He murmured. " Oh this is too good! Let me see!" Vinnie cried, grabbing the card from his hands. He jumped up on the couch and read it out loud. " Vincent I’ll kill you!" Throttle gasped. " To my love God?!" Vinnie screamed reading the first line. "Nuh-unh! It does not say that!" Stoker said. Modo stood up beside him and glanced at it and began to laugh hard, " Yes it does! And it’s written in red ink!" he cried. Stoker about fell off the table and Throttle shrunk back into his chair, deeply embarrassed. " Wait, wait! There’s more!" Vinnie called. "Hope this is the right size, I really wasn’t sure. Maybe I’ll find out sometime?!" Vinnie couldn’t go on, he threw the card back at Throttle and fell to the couch laughing. Throttle grabbed it and then hid his head in his hands. " Awwww, it’s okay little bro! Don’t get upset!" Stoker said hugging him, though he was still giggling himself. " Okay, Modo, you open yours now." He added then. " Okay, but nothing could be better than Throttle’s!" Vinnie said. Modo opened his package and pushed away the tissue paper and slowly pulled out a little teddy bear, also with a card attached. " Well, it’s not as good as Throttle’s, but it is kinda cute. What does the card say?" Stoker asked. Modo laid the stuffed toy in his lap and took the little tag from around it’s neck and looked it over. Not a moment later an embarrassed smile spread across his face and he blushed deeply. " Well, what does it say, big fella?" Stoker asked. Modo cleared his throat, still blushing and read the note out loud, " To My Big Grey Teddy Bear," he began. Vinnie clapped his hands over his mouth to stifle his laughter, " Sending you this little toy to keep you warm through cold lonely nights. I hope someday to do the same! Oh mama!" Stoker and Vinnie were busting a gut while Throttle giggled a bit, " You are a big teddy bear, Modo." He pointed out. Modo continued to blush. " Okay, Stoker, you go next." Vinnie said. Stoker grinned, "Alright." The older mouse pulled away all the paper and tossed it over his shoulder carelessly, and then tugged the box open and peeked inside. "Oh my…!" he chuckled. He pulled from the box a pair of solid chocolate handcuffs! " Ohhh! Stoker!" Throttle gasped. " Hmm, I wonder if these came from Jimmy." He chuckled picking up the note. "What does it say, Stoke’?" Charlie asked, enjoying this almost as much as the guys "It says: To the Freedom Fighter of my heart!" he paused to laugh and blush bright red, "Try these on for size. There’s no key, so if you want out, I’ll have to eat you out! OH MY GOD!" he fell off the chair he laughed so hard. The others followed his example. "Okay, Vin-man, it’s your turn now." Modo said once he’d picked himself up off the floor. "Yep, saving the best for last." Vinnie said, ripping the paper right off the box and flinging it open. His eyes widened a bit and a big smile spread across his face as he held up a skin tight black tank-top with letters across the chest in bright red reading: " Boy Toy and Proud of it!" All three of the other mice, including Charlie howled and cheered, " Is that true or what?" he boasted. " I wouldn’t know, Vincent, I’ve never been in bed with you." Throttle teased, getting him back from before. Vinnie stuck his tongue out at him as Charlie crawled back into his lap, " You’ll have to model that for me sometime, cutie." She said ticking him under his chin, making his turn red. "Hey, I wonder who sent us these?" Modo said holding his teddy bear. Throttle settled back in his chair again and glanced at his card. That’s when his eyes caught something. Something he hadn’t noticed earlier. At the bottom of the card, written in big bold cursive letters were the initials of the person who had sent them the gifts. His eyes widened, his mouth fell open, his heart stopped and he went completely white under his fur. "Bro?" Stoker asked looking at him with concern. "You okay, Throttle? You look like you’re about to have a heart attack." Modo said tensing up a bit. " NO!" The tan mouse cried, heaving his present across the room and holding his stomach. " Bro! What’s gotten into you?" Stoker gasped. " Read the bottom of the cards and you’ll see what I mean!" he cried. They all glanced at each other and slowly looked at their cards and at the initials on the bottom. " L.L.L.?" Modo asked. " Who’s that?" Vinnie asked. " You idiots! Who do we know with the initials L.L.L?!" he cried. Then it hit them.

They all chucked their presents into the middle of the floor as Vinnie grabbed one of his expanding flares, lit it, and threw it in as well. Throttle was shaking uncontrollably, Stoker was clutching his heart, Vinnie dashed to the bathroom to throw up and Modo was holding his arm cannon to his head. " Guys, guys! Calm down!" Charlie gasped, grabbing Modo’s arm and looking at the other two. " Easy for you to say, Charlie." Throttle said shakily sitting down again. " Look, I know this is a shock, and totally disgusting, but we have to think about this rationally." She said. " Yeah, yeah, the lady’s right bros. I mean, Limburger hates our guts. This must be some kind of scheme to mess with our heads." Stoker said, though his heart was still doing flip-flops in his chest, and not in a good way either. " Yeah, has to be." Modo said. Throttle rubbed his temples and tried to think rationally, " But if it’s not, we have to figure out what caused the sudden change of heart." He said. At that moment Vinnie crawled out of the bathroom, holding his stomach, but looking a little better, "I wouldn’t go in there for awhile if I were you." He groaned. Charlie gave him a big hug and helped him to the couch to sit down. Charlie looked at them pitifully and then stood up, " Well, guys I’m gonna run. I really need to go to the store. You think you four will be okay?" she asked. " Yeah, Charlie ma’am, we’ll be okay." Modo assured, her smiling weakly. "I’ll be right back, okay?" she said giving each of them a peck on the cheek and then walked out the door. They gazed at each other hopelessly as they heard the truck pull out and speed down the street and then they looked back down at their little bond fire. " Think we oughta put that out?" Vinnie asked tiredly. " I’ll get the fire extinguisher." Stoker sighed getting up to get it.

**

It had begun to get late out. The bros had all gone back to the Scoreboard, trying to recover from their latest discovery, and decided that they each needed a little time alone. Throttle walked into the bathroom and shed his clothing, and moaned happily as a hot spray of shower water hit him in the face. " What a day…" he sighed, turning the water up higher and sinking back against the wall, trying to relax. His nerves were too frazzled for his own good, so a hot shower was just what he needed to unwind. He stayed that way for a while, and after some time, he fell asleep. Just as he started to dream, something made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Faintly, just outside the shower curtain, her could hear music playing. Now, while Throttle liked the song "Foolish Games" by Jewel, he wasn’t expecting to hear it just then, especially when they didn’t have a radio in the bathroom. Slowly he stood up, almost slipping on a bar of soap as he did, and grabbing the plastic shower curtain for support. " WHOA!" he gasped as he tumbled forward out of the shower. He thought for certain he was gonna smack his head on that tile floor, but the next thing he knew he was being caught and lifted up by strong arms. Now, because he was trapped in the clear plastic shower curtain and was struggling hard against it, as it practically suffocating him, he was having a panic attack. But he found himself slowly being lowered to the floor and the plastic slowly being unraveled from his body. He felt like he was a butterfly coming out of a cocoon. When the last piece was removed from his face and chest he looked up dazily through a mass of wet bangs to see a sight that horrified him more than suffocating. Limburger!!! "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Throttle screamed, scrambling backwards against the wall, terrified. " Now, now, don’t yell so…" Limburger said trying to step forward. " No! No! You-You stay away from me!" Throttle gasped, grabbing his bath robe and pulling it on, working his way slowly towards the door, but never daring to take his eyes off Limburger for even a moment. He managed to reach down and pluck his lazor pistol from his pile of clothing and aimed it carefully at Limburger, "What do you want here? How long have you been there?" he asked, panting. " Long enough. My dear well muscled mouse, I mean you no harm." Limburger said trying to assure him he didn’t want to hurt him in any way. Throttle stared at him unbelievingly, and then darted out the door, too startled to care if he got away or not. Limburger looked a bit disappointed, but he had a memory that he would remember for some time. He looked down at the soaking wet floor and saw the torn shower curtain and Throttle’s clothes. He smiled, and picked up one of his red bandanas and tucked away safely inside his suit. Then he was gone as well.

**

On the other side of town, resting near the banks of the beautiful and now moonlit Lake Michigan, was Modo. He was pretty tired after the day’s events and he thought a little fishing might calm him down. So far he was enjoying himself, he hadn’t caught anything, but he felt relaxed just sitting there. Then, as he watched the moonlight playing on the clear-blue water’s surface, suddenly, he began to sweat beneath his fur, as a wave of heat washed over him in the sizzling hot summer night. " Oh mama…it’s awful hot tonight." He said, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He stood up, letting his rod rest in the sand and looked back at his bike, that was sitting idly beside him. " What do you think, Lil’ Darlin’? Does a swim sound good to you?" he asked. His bike beeped and Modo smiled, "I think so too." He said.

From under a dock, only a few feet away, a lone, silent observer crouched, watching as Modo pulled his body armor from his chest and then pulled off his boots and tossed them aside. The silent watcher licked his lips as he watched Modo finish the job, the last of his clothing sliding into the sand with a little swooshing sound as he stepped into the water. Modo’s stalker watched him, yearning for him in silence, watching as he disappeared in and out of the silver waves, how the water glistened on his fur and how the moonlight seemed to stream down on him alone. Finally, he could bare it no longer. His desire was too much. He slunk silently into the water and swam slowly towards where the well-built mouse floated in the water. Modo was totally unaware of this, however, he swam about in a drowsy daze, just happy to be out in the water, free and wild, enjoying his solitude. He settled back in a more shallow part of the lake, submerged in the water up to his chest as he turned his eye up to the heavens and star-washed sky. " Ahhh…now this is nice." He sighed, laying back in the water, and closing his eyes. He laid there in the total peaceful bliss for a long moment and then suddenly…

" Modo! Modo do you read me?! Answer me! Do you copy?! This is Throttle!" Modo’s head jerked up as he heard Throttle’s voice come distressingly over the radio. He jumped out of the water and rushed up onto the bank, pulling his jeans back on and answering his radio, " I hear ya, bro, what’s up?" he asked worriedly, though to tell the truth he was a little annoyed as well. " Modo, you gotta get over here, quick." He gasped. " Bro, you sound out of breath, are you hurt?" the big gray mouse asked. " No, no, I’m okay. Modo, Limburger attacked me!" he gasped. Modo’s eye widened. " WHAT?!" he cried. " And it was no ordinary attack either, he caught me in the shower!" he cried. Modo didn’t know if he should be furious or bust a gut laughing. " Are you okay? I mean, he didn’t try anything did he?" He choked a bit on that last part. " No, I don’t think so…I don’t really remember, could you just get back here, please?" Throttle asked. Modo chuckled softly to himself, " Yeah, bro, I’ll be there in a minute. Hold the fort, okay?" Then he clicked off the radio and shook himself to get the water off. " Can you imagine that, Lil’ Hoss? Limburger catching Throttle in the shower?" he chuckled to himself until he suddenly noticed a shadow on the sand behind him. He swung around to see Limburger, his facemask gone and as ugly as ever, slowly walking out of the water. Modo gave a strangled gasp and about fell over his bike. "I don’t see what’s so hard to imagine at all." Limburger cooed slowly walking towards him. Thank God he still had his clothes on. " Where did you come from?!" Modo gasped, grabbing the rest of his clothing slowly backing up. " You look cold, take my jacket. I insist." Limburger said, offering him his over coat. Modo looked at him a bit horrified and settled on to his bike, " No, no, th-that’s okay. You keep it." And then he pulled his bike into overdrive, did a wheelie and rode out of sight as fast as he could, even though he was still dripping wet and half dressed. " Oh, mama. That was weird." He thought, shaking slightly.

**

That night, when everyone got back to the Scoreboard, Throttle and Modo told them about their little "run-ins" with Limburger. Of course, Stoker and Vinnie, though they were highly disturbed by the fact that both their bros had been attacked and off guard, they couldn’t help but laugh. " Looks like you boy’s have got yourselves your very own personal stalker." Stoker teased them, rubbing their shoulders. " Yeah, well he likes you too, Mr. Chocolate handcuffs." Modo grumbled, sneezing. " Yeah, but at least he isn’t peeking in on me while I’m in my birthday suit." He replied. "It’s not funny, Stoker." Throttle muttered, still sitting in his bathrobe. He hadn’t worked up the courage to venture back into the bathroom yet. " Oh yeah it is bro. It’s hillarious!" Vinnie giggled. " Oh yeah? Well just wait till he gets you smart guy!" Modo said, just before going into a coughing fit and sounding like he was coughing up a lung. The others looked at him worriedly. "Modo, are you coming down sick?" Throttle asked. " Yeah, bro, you sound terrible." Vinnie added. Stoker walked up behind him and rested a hand on the big grey mouse’s forehead, " You’re kind of warm. I think you should get to bed, Modo. Riding around in that night air soaking wet wasn’t a good idea." Their mentor said. " Sounds good to me. I feel like crap anyway." Modo yawned getting up and heading for his bunk. " I think we all oughta turn in. It’s been a long day." Throttle suggested. " Sounds like a good idea." Vinnie said getting up then too. He paused and looked at Stoker, " Think you’ll be okay on the couch?" he asked. " I’ll be fine. Just wake me up if ol’ guppy guts comes prowling around." He said. He and Vinnie both stopped and stared at each other briefly and shivered. " He’s gonna get ya!" Throttle and Modo teased from their bunk beds. " Shut up!" Vinnie cried heaving something at them.

**

It was probably around midnight when the Biker Mice were finally all asleep in their beds. The Scoreboard lay in absolute silence. Nothing was stirring…except something large, fat, and smelly. You guessed it, our slumbering heroes had themselves a house guest yet again. He paused silently by each bed, making sure that all of them were sound asleep, when he heard faint coughing. He looked over to Modo’s bunk, which was just above Throttle’s and saw him tossing in his sleep, apparently afflicted with chills as he was shivering badly. Limburger looked at him pitifully and looked around for something to cover the mouse with. He returned shortly with another blanket, which he draped over him until the chills had stopped. Then, satisfied with that job, he climbed back down and looked over Throttle. The tan mouse was sprawled on his side in his bed, dressed in some boxers and an undershirt, his blankets hanging off him, his glasses still on his face. The Plutarkian smiled and carefully lifted them off his face, as to make it more comfortable for him to sleep and brushed a few stray hairs out of his eyes as the mouse sighed contentedly in his sleep. Limburger trembled slightly and backed away, going now to check on Vinnie. The youngest of the Biker Mice was curled up in a little ball inside him hammock, snoring away contentedly with not a care in the world at that moment. Limburger couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful and adorable he looked lying there. But another sound caught his attention. Soft whimpering and grunts were coming from the couch on the far side of the room. Cautiously the fat Plutarkian made his way over there and found Stoker writhing and squirming in his bed, obviously having an awful nightmare, as he was crying out in his sleep, beads of sweat on his forehead and neck as he grimaced and made various faces of pain and torture. (Which I’m sure is exactly what you’re all doing right now.) Hating to see him suffer that way, he tried to think of a way to sooth him without waking him up. He reached down and petted Stoker’s long umber brown hair and buried his fingers in it stroking and caressing his hair. After a little while of this, Stoker’s cries stop, he stopped tossing and turning, and he became still and calm, sinking into a deep dreamless sleep. Limburger gazed at him for a long time and then bent forward a bit and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. (Ew. I know, I know, that’s disgusting, but that’s the whole point!) The clock on the wall struck twelve-thirty then, startling him a bit. He would have to do what he came here to do and quickly…

**

The next morning, just as the sun was beginning to come up, Stoker groggily opened his eyes. He groaned and sat up slowly, his blankets sticking to his sweat covered body, his bangs matted down to his forehead. He was just coming around from a dream he wished he’d never have to think about again. " Oh man…why do I feel so bad? I haven’t been drinking." He said pushing back his hair and wiping the sweat off his face. He had a nasty taste in his mouth, like morning breath only three times worse and every part of him was sore and stiff. " That’s it, tomorrow, the punk’s gonna sleep on the couch." He grunted getting to his feet. He staggered over to the bathroom and leaned heavily on the sink, having the sudden urge to throw up. He looked at himself in the little mirror and grimaced, turning his head away, " Whoa…oh, Stoker, this Earth livin’ just ain’t good for your complexion." He said to himself, seeing how scraggly and worn his face looked for some reason. " How can women want me the way I look in the morning?" he muttered to himself, dousing his head in cold water. After he’d gotten himself all cleaned up, he walked back outside, seeing that his little bros were all still fast asleep in their beds. He chuckled and watched them for a moment or two, smiling to himself, "They all look like perfect little angels when they’re asleep." He sighed, gazing over at Vinnie. " But then they wake up." He added. Suddenly, a loud thunderclap caught his attention. Startled, he whipped out his gun, thinking it was an attack. Vinnie grunted and moaned then, lifting his head out of the blankets, " Relax, old man, it’s just a thunderstorm." He grunted waving his hand at Stoker and then curling back up to go back to sleep. " A…A thunderstorm?" Stoker asked, quite surprised. You must remember that Stoker’s visits to Earth aren’t often and it has been ages since he’s seen rain or heard thunder. Dropping his gun, he dashed outside and stood out in the deserted street just as the downpour hit. He let out a sharp gasp of pure joy when the first rain drops hit him in the face. " It’s raining….it’s really raining…" he gasped, happily feeling tears come to his eyes. This was the most wonderful thing that had happened to him in the longest time. As the warm clear drops began to soak his clothing, he had a spontaneous urge, and yanked off his Freedom Fighter shirt and vest and tossed them on the ground and sighed and shivered as the water began to soak his fur and wash the red Martian dust off him. He began to laugh and run around in it, jumping in huge water puddles and flinging his arms out spinning around in it. Then, after a while he calmed down a bit and dropped down to his knees and titled his head back, his hands raised slightly, just enjoying the feeling of it running down his body.

Of course, what Stoker did not know was that someone else was enjoying it too, hiding away in the bushes near the stadium, with a camera in hand. A sudden flash from one of the shrubs caught Stoker’s attention and he turned around, startled. Now he began to curse himself for throwing down his lazor inside. Slowly he stood up, walking slowly towards where he had seen the flash. A loud thunderclap and a streak of lightning a little too close to the Scoreboard caused him to jump and spin around again. " Oh man…I’m getting too old for this." He muttered nervously to himself. Then he froze in his tracks as he heard footsteps slowly approaching him. He looked out of the corner of his eye just in time to see a shadow before two gloved hands came around his neck, one covering his mouth and another pushing something sharp into his neck. A heavy warmth flooded through his body and the last thing he remembered was a strange hissing-like laughter in his ear…

**

It was just now seven o’clock, as Vinnie was wiggling out of bed and wandering sleepily around the Scoreboard. It was pretty unusual that Vinnie was up before his two bros, but now that he was up, he couldn’t go back to sleep, so he decided to take a ride over to Charlie’s to spend a little "quality time" together. Luckily the rain had stopped by then, so he would arrive at Charlie’s dry. Coming back, however, that was another story.

When he got there he found a little pink note taped to the door reading; " Guys, had an emergency call out on the Highway. Be back in a few minutes. Love ya, Charlie." Vinnie sighed and grumbled to himself as he crumpled the note. He was feeling kinda disappointed, he hadn’t gotten to spend hardly any alone time with Charlie since this had happened. But then he suddenly got a great idea. He would surprise her when she got back by having a nice warm bubble bath waiting for her in her brand new hot tub. Of course, he would be waiting there too. A sly wicked grin spread across his face, as he chuckled to himself and snuck inside. He tossed the paper in the trashcan and then began to rummage through her CD collection, until he found some nice soft music to put on. Once Charlie heard this music she’d melt like butter. Vinnie smiled to himself again. He made his way into the bathroom and filled Charlie’s brand new hot tub full of warm, soapy water. " I sure hope she likes this thing. After all the trouble me and my bros went though to install it…" he grunted. Suddenly he heard the door open. " Charlie?" he called looking back hopefully. "Vinnie?" Charlie’s voice called. " In the bathroom, sweetheart! Come on in, and wear something…appropriate." He called, smiling slyly. He heard Charlie giggle and then saw her peek around the corner, smiling at him sweetly. "What are you doing here, hot shot?" she asked. He smiled and walked over to her, pulling her close to him, " Waiting for you, babe." He said, kissing her lovingly. They stayed like that a long time until they could hardly stand it, as they were tugging at each other’s clothes. Charlie broke away from him panting, " Hold that thought, cutie. Let me go slip into something a bit more…comfortable." She said tickling him under his chin, making him shiver. " BUT WE MUST STRIP!!" Vinnie cried, holding her by her arms. "In a moment, love, in a moment. Why don’t you get in the tub and I’ll be there to join you in a second. Okay?" she said lazily tracing the rim of his ear. " Well, alright." He pouted. She gave him another quick kiss and than dashed around the corner to run upstairs and change out of her work clothes. Vinnie sighed as he watched her go and then turned back to the tub. " Well, might as well make myself comfortable." He shrugged. He tossed off his clothes and then slipped inside, "Ooooh! Man is that warm!" he gasped, sitting down. " Ahhhhh…I could stay like this forever…" he breathed settling back in it.

Meanwhile, Charlie was rummaging frantically through her drawers, trying to find the perfect thing to wear. Vinnie had to be impressed. But just as she was going through her drawer of "personal" wear, she noticed a large dark shadow slowly creeping up behind her. She turned around and started to scream at what she saw, but her cry was muffled by a white-gloved hand…

Limburger glanced carefully over his shoulder, making sure no one was watching as he finished tying up Charlie and tucking her safely away in the corner of the room and then slinks away slowly as Charlie cursed him silently from where she sat tied up.

Now, Vinnie, because he wasn’t used to being so warm, and we all know that he’s not that fond of baths, had totally dozed off waiting for Charlie, therefore he never heard soft, but yet heavy footsteps slowly approaching him. In fact, he didn’t even notice anything around him until he felt an arm slip down between his neck and shoulder to stroke his chest. He smiled sleepily, and, unknowing who was holding him, pulled them closer and then choked abruptly, " Whoa! Sweetheart! No offense, babe, but you smell like a wet…" he looked back to see not Charlie’s sweet face looking back him, but Limburger’s hideous one, grinning at him. " PLUTARKIAN!!!!?" he screamed, jumping out of the water and grabbing a towel to throw on himself. " WHAT THE---------------ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" he cried. Limburger looked at him innocently, " Me?" he asked sweetly, Vinnie felt his stomach churn. " Never mind, I don’t even wanna know!" he cried, taking off, grabbing his clothes first, of course. Vinnie climbed into his clothes in a hurry and jumped onto his bike, riding away as fast as he could, completely forgetting about Charlie, that’s how startled he was. " Eww! That was just creepy! No, that was just WRONG!" he gasped to himself. He sped down the street towards the Scoreboard, pulling into the empty parking lot. He paused then, seeing something lying on the damp concrete. " Huh?" he wondered out loud. He stepped off his bike and looked down and saw that it was Stoker’s shirt and vest. He picked them up carefully wondering what the h**** they were doing there, and then fear took him. " Oh no…" he gasped. " BROS!!" he cried running up the steps.

**

Stoker opened his eyes slowly, groaning, his hair falling in his eyes as he strained to see. But once things came into focus, he wished he were still unconscious. Karbuncle was standing in front of him as the poor mouse hung chained to the wall in the good doctor’s own personal Hell. " Feeling better are we?" he hissed, pushing Stoker’s hair back for him. "Oh man, I must have died and gone to Hell, ‘cause you’re here." The Freedom Fighter grunted. Karbuncle chuckled, " You will know the meaning of that word once I get through with you." He cackled. " Oh really? Did Limburger send you to do this?" he inquired. " No. He doesn’t know a thing about it, and you know why? Because it’s going to be a surprise! Once Limburger discovers that I’ve caught you, tormented you and destroyed you all on my own, he’s sure to reward me." He said, walking over to his lab and began rummaging through his devices of torture. " Ohhh, if you only knew, egg-head. If you only knew." Stoker groaned. He was pondering to himself which would be worse, to be tortured by Karbuncle or to be loved by Limburger. At that moment Karbuncle turned back around holding another needle in his hand. " Oh no, not another injection! Do we see a theme forming here?" he moaned. Karbuncle didn’t say anything, he just snickered and jabbed the needle into his neck quickly, not bothering to make it painful, and quickly pulled it out again. Stoker winced a bit and then looked at him, " Looks like you’re losing your touch doc’." He said. " Oh no, Mr. Black Ruby, that wasn’t meant to hurt you…yet." He hissed. He turned around yet again and made his way over to a large machine, and began to punch a bunch of buttons. " Tell me my boy…how do you feel about fighting me?" he asked. Stoker stared at him and then began to laugh harshly. "Ha! You? I could whoop you with both hands tied behind my back!" he cried. "Very good then." he cackled. Stoker’s shackles and chains suddenly were broken and he fell to the floor. " Huh?" he gasped. Karbuncle turned back around to face him, holding some kind of remote. " Well, prepare to fight, mouse. Hand to hand combat." He said. " You got it, Dr. Frankenstein." Stoker said getting up, prepping himself for battle. Karbuncle snickered and then hit one of the buttons on his little remote and before Stoker’s eyes transformed into a giant robot. " Heh. I should’ve known you’d cheat." Stoker grunted, however, he’d expected this, so it didn’t bother him much. "Okay, doc, we’ll play it your way. Now let’s get it on!" he cried, jumping out of the way, just as Karbuncle opened fire on him. " Yes, rodent, that’s it…work up a sweat…and let my fear elixir work into your brain…" he hissed. Well, Stoker kept fighting and Karbuncle kept fighting. For awhile it seemed like things would be stuck at a stalemate for sometime, until, little by little, Stoker began to feel something was wrong. He was getting dizzy, and began sweating more than usual and he was starting to slow down and get clumsy. Not that he was the most agile thing to begin with in his old age. "Oh man, the room’s starting to spin, I can’t lose this battle, that stupid tin can will crush me. But…I feel so strange…" Just then he was blasted backwards as a lazor eradicated the floor next to him. " OOFF!" he gasped. He winced and rubbed his head, "Wow. That little hunk of tin foil really packs a wallop." He said. But when he looked around him, he found the setting not at all to his liking. What had once been Karbuncle’s lab, was now the desolate plains of Mars. Stoker looked around him, his eyes wide. "What?" he gasped. He stood up and looked around him bewilderedly. " I must be seeing things." He murmured. Just then he saw something appear in front of him, "Silver-Star?" he gasped. Before him stood his long deceased and loving wife, Silver-Star. He stared at her unbelievably, and took a step towards her, shaking slightly. " Stoker, come home, it’s late! Dinner’s almost ready." She called to him smiling. At that moment another little voice was heard, one that struck Stoker to the bone. " Mommy? When’s daddy gonna be home?" a small, white furred, red haired child appeared next to Silver-Star’s image. "Cherry…my baby." He murmured. "He’ll be home soon, honey." His wife replied. They began to giggle and Stoker watched them painfully for a moment, and then saw something that frightened him far more. Suddenly, he saw a hooded gun-man standing behind them, holding a gun, aimed at his innocent family. " No! Not my family! Not again!" he cried running forward, he was suddenly struck by the gun man, the bullets passing right through his family, piercing his body, making him stagger, but he just kept going. All he cared about was getting to his family. The bullets kept coming and Stoker kept taking them, until he crumbled to his knees, making a little puddle of blood on the floor. Slowly the illusion faded and all that was left was Karbuncle standing before him, holding the gun’s rotating arm pressed to his forehead. " Ha ha ha! Say goodbye, mouse!" Karbuncle cackled. He was just about to end our dear hero’s life when suddenly; " KARBUNCLE! STOP!"

Karbuncle looked up, startled, and turned around to see Limburger running into the lab looking absolutely horrified. " Your Cheesiness! What-what are you doing here?" he gasped. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU DOLT!" he cried, seeing Stoker bleeding on the floor. " I was…um…I mean, I was just taking care of this pest for you." He said. Limburger dropped down beside the injured Martian who looked like he was on his last breath. The Plutarkian tycoon had no sooner looked the chocolate furred Martian over when the wounded alien shivered, groaned, and collapsed against him, falling right into his waiting arms. Limburger looked at him, distressed, and then looked back darkly at Karbuncle, who was at a loss. Limburger picked up the poor mouse ever so carefully into his arms and laid him on a table and then turned back to Karbuncle. " But-But your over ripeness, I don’t understand." Karbuncle stammered, making the mistake of climbing out of his robot suit, for at that moment Limburger laid into him like there was no tomorrow. Once Karbuncle was laid out like an old carpet, Limburger took the wounded Freedom Fighter up again and carried him up to his chambers to care for him.

**

" Stoker must be in big trouble." Modo said worriedly, looking at their mentor’s discarded clothing. " Not as in big of trouble as you’re gonna be Mr. Van Wham!" Charlie growled as Throttle finished untying her. Vinnie coward behind Modo and grinned nervously. " No time to bicker now, bros, Stoke’ needs our help." Throttle said, being the voice of reason as usual. " Throttle’s right. Who knows what Limburger’s probably done to him by now." Modo said. They guys all cringed. "We’d better get there in a hurry. You come along too, Charlie." Throttle said. She looked at him, a bit puzzled. "Really? Why?" she asked. " To save us from him, just in case." Vinnie whimpered, still remembering the accident from hours ago. " Don’t worry, guys, I’ll save you." She said making her voice deep and flexing, mocking her macho friends. They glared at her, "Ha ha ha, you may think it’s funny Charlie, but you didn’t have Limburger see you in your birthday suit." Modo grumbled, still embarrassed. The other two shared his embarrassment. " Come on now, you two, we’ve gotta get going!" Throttle urged them on again.

In no time at all, they were at Limburger Tower, however, they were not met by their usual opisition, they were instead met with nothing, just an empty street. Obviously Limburger no longer had any use for his goons squad since he had…um…"changed his view point" on the three furry heroes. So this made getting inside a lot easier than usual. When they reached the lab, the natural first place to look, they found Karbuncle laying completely thrashed on the floor. " Whoa. What happened to you?" Vinnie asked bending over him. Modo bent down and grabbed the beaten doctor by his collar and lifted him up, " Where’s our bro?" he growled. " He’s…he’s upstairs…I shot him…" the half-dead doctor croaked. "WHAT?!" They all gasped. Now Throttle and Vinnie got into the act. " Where is he scum bucket?!" Throttle growled. " If he’s gone to meet his maker, you pasty faced slime ball, there will be no where you can run." Vinnie added, gritting his teeth. " Come on guys, let’s not waste any more time on him, guys. We’ve gotta find Stoke’." Charlie said. They tossed Karbuncle onto a lab table and tired, though not too hard, to relieve his pain a bit. After all they weren’t completely heartless, and then began their search for their friend.

**

Stoker came to himself very slowly. His whole body ached and throbbed, and there was stinging pains in his chest and other places. He felt sick and numb but he was warm, and tucked away in soft comfortable bed. But something smelled. Gradually he opened his eyes to see that he was indeed in bed, a water bed, in Limburger’s own bed room. He knew this because of the fish and aquatic theme throughout the room. He tired to move, but found that he was stuck on his side, too weak to move. He slowly lifted the blankets that were surrounding him, and saw that he was undressed, left only in his briefs, covered in gauze and bandages. There was one wrapped around his chest and right shoulder, and one around his leg and forearm, one also around his forehead. He winced as he tired to move again, until he felt something heavy and warm to the touch roll against his back. He froze in his spot, terrified as a fat arm came around him and pulled him close against him as someone snuggled against him, " Feeling better love?" a low voice murmured as a mouth pressed against his neck. Stoker trembled, his mouth hung open, and his eyes were wide as he realized what was happening. Fingers glided through his soft, tangled mass of umber brown hair. " I was worried about you. But don’t you worry, that mean old doctor will never hurt you again, I promise." He cooed. He smiled and snuggled a little bit closer to him when he felt the Martian tremble and nibbled on his neck, " You’re trembling Stoker…so am I." Limburger began to roll Stoker over slowly, his hand on the side of his face, without much resistance from his partner, who was far too shocked to struggle, and slowly bent down to kiss him as Stoker stared at him. When just the door to he room burst open and Limburger cried out as the other three Biker Mice, or should I say "the other three objects of his lust," entered the room. " Freeze, Limburger!" Throttle shouted, pointing his gun at him. " BROS! HELP!" Stoker screamed. " Hang tight bro!" Modo cried as he and Vinnie dove forward, grabbing Limburger and hauling him off the bed, and tying him up quickly while Throttle dropped down on the bed and held his half-hysterical friend. " Look, you sick twisted scum bucket, I dunno what gave you the sudden change in heart, but I do know that I liked the old you better." Vinnie growled. Limburger gazed up at him innocently just Charlie walked into the door followed by Karbuncle. " Guys, is everything okay?" she asked worriedly. Throttle looked up at her and smiled, " We’re alright, Charlie." He assured her, even though Stoker was clinging to him like there was no tomorrow. Just then Limburger let out a low cackle and all at once Throttle and Stoker found themselves being catapulted backwards as the bed lifted itself up and folded against the wall. Modo ran to help them but he hadn’t even gotten close to the bed when he was suddenly caught up in a cargo net and suspended in the air. Karbuncle and Charlie were standing there completely in shock, having no idea what to think. Vinnie glared at Limburger and threatened to slug him, when all at once the fat fish broke free of his bonds and lunged at the mouse, who only had time to let out a pathetic, horrified squeak, before he found himself pinned the ground, under a crushing weight that made him cry out. " Going some where, my dear muscle mouse?" Limburger asked sweetly. " GET OFF ME!" Vinnie screamed at him. Limburger grinned and waved a fat finger in his face. " Ah ah ah." He stood up then, taking Vinnie with him and tossing the poor white-furred Martian over his shoulder like he was some sort of cave man, and then walked over to Modo and yanked down quickly on his tail like a whip. The large grey mouse yelped and tried to climb up into his prison of ropes. " Don’t you touch me!" he growled. " Don’t be shy, big fella." He cooed affectionately. " Charlie! Run! Get help!" Vinnie screamed at her from where he hung helplessly over the Plutarkian’s shoulder. The young female, who until know had been completely and totally confused, suddenly bolted back towards the door and ran out into the hallway, running past a completely baffled Karbuncle who just stood there in a daze. Limburger turned to him, carrying both mice over his shoulders, smiling pleasantly at his minion. "Doctor, why don’t you go check on our other two guests? And remember, no torturing." He said as he walked past him. Then he paused and got a strange gleam in his eyes, "That’s my job." He added. Modo and Vinnie looked at each other and then screamed.

Meanwhile, Throttle and Stoker found themselves flying down long shoots that lead to some hidden room. They had tried to stay together, but about half way down they we split up and went down different tunnels. Soon they found themselves being dumped out of the tunnels like dirty laundry. But luckily for them they landed softly in a huge bed that was waiting for them at the bottom of each tunnel, which lead to two entirely different rooms.

Throttle grunted and tried to push himself up on his hands and knees, wincing. He had twisted his ankle in the fall and it was killing him. As he reached back and rubbed it tenderly he noticed something. He was in no ordinary prison room, but instead like something that looked like a sleezey hotel "honeymoon" sweet. He gulped and looked around him for a way out, but only found and bolted and locked door. " I gotta get out of here." He murmured, limping around, trying to find another way out. He looked at up at the little trap door from which he had fallen. " Well, I can’t very well go out the way I came." He sighed. He glanced around and happened to notice a little end table near the bed with a few objects laying on it. Curious as he was, he ventured over to have a look at them. He saw a long strand of nylon rope and a long butcher’s knife. " Is he going to kill me?" he wondered. He looked back up at the shoot and thought about his friends. He hopped they were safe, but knowing Limburger, they were probably in the same position he was. Slowly, looking determined, he climbed up on the bed and tried to reach the opening. No good, he was too short. Then he got the idea that maybe if he bounced high enough he could reach it. But his ankle…he would just have to endure it. Getting out was more important right now. So he began to jump, grunting in pain every time he landed, but just kept going. Finally, he had started to get enough height. He was now just mere centimeters away from the opening and his freedom. If he could just reach…

" My goodness, are we restless?"

Throttle was so startled that he spun half way around in mid air and came down hard on his leg. He fell to the bed screaming and clutching his injury as Limburger (who else?) rushed over to him. " Oh! Did my poor baby hurt himself?" he asked, touching his ankle and lifting Throttle’s hands from it. Throttle stared back at him, not knowing what to think as Limburger pulled off his boot and kissed the place where he was hurt. The Plutarkian tycoon looked up at him sweetly, waiting for his reaction, which was a lazor shoved abruptly in his face. " Stay away from me." Throttle panted, cocking it and gazing at him, his eyes desperate. The fat fish hardly seemed to notice or care that Throttle very easily could have blown his brains out. In fact, he advanced slowly on him, causing Throttle to crawl away. " I said get back!" he yelled. " Throttle, why are you so cruel to me? I wouldn’t hurt you. I’ve never wanted to hurt you…" he said softly. Throttle’s hand started to shake. This was getting just too creepy for him. Then all at once, Limburger pounced on him, grabbing the bandana around his neck and pulling him close to him, wrenching the gun out of his hand. Throttle quivered as Limburger twirled a lock of his tan hair around his fat finger and looked him deep in the eyes, pulling off his specs. " I love it when they play hard to get…" he purred. " Please…" Throttle whimpered. He had gone beyond being scared or grossed out, he was just plain out appalled. Limburger got closer and slowly pushed him back down on the bed, looming over him. " Tell me that you love me Throttle." He whispered. " No…NO! NEVER!" the mouse cried back. Limburger grew aggressive at this and dug his nails into the back of Throttle’s head as he rubbed his hair, making the mouse hiss and wince in pain. " I don’t want to hurt you, baby, but I will…I’m still a villain after all, and you, my dear seductive mouse, are still the hero." Throttle bit his lip and whimpered as he felt Limburger’s hands tighten on him and come around him lovingly, feeling him. " But I’m willing to put our differences aside, if you are." He said. He reached over towards the nightstand and grabbed the rope and straddled his captive and Throttle groaned as he was certain he felt his hips crack. "So, what will it be?" he asked. Throttle glared at him, and then mustering all his courage and strength he shoved the fat whale off him. " NO! NEVER! I’D RATHER DIE A THOUSAND HORRIBLE DEATHS, MAKE LOVE TO A CORPSE AND SHOVE PINEAPPLES UP MY ASS SIDEWAYS THEN LOVE YOU!" he screamed. Limburger grew furious now and threw the mouse down roughly onto the bed again, grabbing the rope and tying his hands to the bedpost. When Throttle tried to struggle, Limburger pushed the knife against his throat. " I will not be rejected." He hissed. Throttle saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a vile of something pinkish. He pulled the cork of it off with his teeth and lifted Throttle’s head up slightly, his fingers around his trembling mouth. " Drink this." He commanded. Throttle clamped his mouth shut and jerked his head back, fighting hard against him, but Limburger held him in place. " Drink it!" he shouted, trying pry his mouth open. Just then the door opened and Karbuncle stepped in, "Umm…sorry to interrupt you, your lustiness, but the other mice are secure." He said, still a bit bewildered by the whole matter. " Ah, very good." He said. He smiled at Throttle and gave him a "love bite" on the neck, which made the mouse cry out and squirm. Karbuncle just stared and then slowly left the room as Limburger followed him.

Meanwhile, in another room just down the hallway, Modo found himself in much of the same position as his bro. Minus the Limburger molestation…so far. There was just one thing different about Modo’s room compared to Throttle’s. Modo’s had a swimming pool in it. Yes, you heard me right, a swimming pool. Now it wasn’t very big, probably only about fifteen feet wide, but it was very deep. And there were fish swimming around in the thing. It was almost like an aquarium. " Boy, ol’ ripe cheese sure has some weird decorating ideas." The big gray mouse murmured to himself as he sat on the small bed in the corner of the room. He hopped wherever his bros were they were doing okay. He’d never forgive himself if they were hurt. Then suddenly, he heard a scraping sound. He looked around him. He didn’t see anything different, that is until the wall abruptly pushed against the bed. " What the---?!" he gasped as he found the room was slowly but surely closing in on him. The mouse tried hard to fight against the overpowering walls, but even with all his strength he was still forced back into the pool, the bed along with him. The huge mattress crushed down on top of him, forcing him under the water. Try as he might he could not get out from under it as it continued to press downward, threatening to drown the poor mouse. Modo was already running out of air and was struggling not to let his panic get the best of him. He swum hard against the current the bed was making, trying to push it up or at least push it over, but it still was no use. Modo’s feet now touched the bottom of the aquarium and the big mouse struggled hard to keep the bed from pinning him to the bottom. Finally he was able to push it away from him and he frantically began to swim up wards. But now the surfaced seemed so far away and Modo’s lungs had begun to tighten. He couldn’t any air…he needed air. Slowly he began to sink back down in the water as a warm red haze filled his mind. He had just about lost consciousness when he suddenly someone come up underneath him and brang him to the surface. Modo coughed and choked, taking in big gulps of air as some one propped him up against the wall and tilted his head back. Modo was too weak to realize that his clothes were slowly but surely being removed. " Easy now…just breathe…you’re in good hands now…very good hands." A voice cooed in his ear. Had Modo been more conscious he would have felt someone kissing down his chest. Then, finally getting his breath back, Modo realized that he was not alone in the pool. He sat up abruptly and looked around, but whoever had been there with him had disappeared. He floated around in the pool, looking around worriedly. " Who’s there?" he called. The only sound was the sloshing of the water. Suddenly he felt an insistent tug on his boots, which suddenly fell off. He gasped loudly and whirled around in the water. Again, nothing there. "Okay, this is not good…" he murmured. If only he could get to his bike and out of this pool. Soon there came another tug, this time on his jeans, dangerously close to his rear. He jumped again and found himself being yanked down as someone pulled his pants from him. Modo tried to see who was attacking him, but the water was swirling too much. Then he felt a hand seize his belt buckle and savagely rip the belt from around his waste and felt sharp teeth nip deeply into his flesh, making him cry out. Frantically Modo fired his arm cannon into the water, and with spray of water, the thing that attacked him was gone again. Now normally Modo wasn’t the type to lose his cool right away, but this was just scary. It was like Jaws only worse. Modo could’ve handled a shark, no sweat, but whatever this thing was intelligent enough to be yanking his clothes off, and if he was correct, he didn’t wanna know who it was. Now his was down to his boxers, which had now become swimming trunks, his boots at the bottom of the pool and his jeans floating in the water next to him. He thought about putting them back on, but then he decided he had better things to worry about than weither he was showing his rear or not. Like getting the heck out of there. Then he stopped suddenly. He heard something again. Something that was causing the water to slosh. The poor mouse didn’t even have time to move before there was a very insistent tug on his inner thigh and nails dug into his flesh and Modo suddenly felt the water caressing his skin a little more than it had before. " OH MAMA!" he cried, diving for his jeans, but they were quickly drug under as well. Modo’s mouth fell open and he let out a curse just before he was yanked back under. He struggled hard against his capture, but somebody was holding his sides. He opened his eyes and finally got a look at his attacker. Totally forgetting that he was underwater the mouse opened his mouth to let out a scream, and immedately sucked in a bunch of water. He struggled harder, finally firing his arm canon at him and swam to the surface, choking once more.

" HELP!" he screamed.

Meanwhile, underneath him, his attacker, (I’m sure I don’t need to mention any names) was just about ready to go in for the kill when a quite rapping came at the glass wall. He turned around to see Karbuncle standing there, nodding, giving him the signal. He sighed, looked back up at the sloshing around on the surface, then sighed and left, leaving Modo terrified in his watery prison.

**

But we must not forget our dear Vincent Van Wham now, can we? Oh no, of course not. Our favorite white-furred hyper-active mouse found himself, as the rest of his bros, locked into a little room, separated from all the others. However, Vinnie was tied to his bed with leather straps and slightly sedated, to keep him from escaping, compliments of Dr. Karbuncle of course. Now, as he lay there, half aware of his surroundings and his mind drifting in and out of thoughts, he suddenly heard the door to his little prison open slowly. His eyes made out a large figure walking towards him with something in his hand. Vinnie recognized him as Limburger. That figure could not be mistaken for anyone else. He struggled feebly against his bonds as the fish stepped beside his bedside. " And how are we feeling my dear hyper-active adrenaline mouse?" he asked tickling the Martian under his chin. Vinnie yanked his head back and tried to turn away from him, but of course his bonds held him back a bit. "Oh, now don’t be shy, love, I’m not here to hurt you." He said. "Yeah, right." Vinnie spat at him. "What’ve you done with my bros, chubby cheese?" he growled. Limburger thought fondly about his previous loves, which he hoped to get back to very, very soon…but for the time being he was concerned with the here and now. He sat down on he bedside, which made the bed tip dangerously to one side, and carefully, slowly, torturously removed his bandaliers and lossened his belt. Vinnie squirmed, but the drugs Karbuncle had administered him felt him weak and a bit too dazed to fight back. He saw Limburger reach for the thing he’d been holding on his that he had placed on the beside table. He saw him reach into a small plastic container and then pull out a long piece of ice. Vinnie stared at him. " What do you think you’re going to do with that?" he asked. Limburger got such an evil look on his face that Vinnie shrunk back into the bed. Limburger bent over him, letting his fat blubber stomach lay on Vinnie’s rock hard abdomen and chest. " Let’s play…" he cooed. Vinnie let out a sharp gasp a Limburger laid the piece of ice on the side of his neck and rubbed it up and down against his skin…very slowly. " Ahhh! Cold!" Vinnie shrieked, squirming and shivering. Limburger throughly enjoyed watching him suffer and continued his torture slowly down his throat to his collar bone, caressing his skin with the ice and watching him shiver and tremble. As he reached his chest and working the quickly melting crystallized water into his hard muscles and watching the water soak his fur. Vinnie’s body was so warm that ice had been reduced to a little cube instead of the long brick it had been. It didn’t matter to him though, he was almost where he wanted to be anyway. Vinnie tried to climb up to the bed board as Limburger started to put the ice closer and closer to his crotch. " No!" he cried. " Oh yes." The Plutarkian tycoon replied, rubbing the ice closer and closer. " NO! Someone help me! Anyone!" he shouted. " No one can help you now, Mr. Van Wham. You’re all mine." Limburger replied, unzipping him. "CHARLIE!! THROTTLE! MODO! STOKER! HELP!!" he screamed. He got his strength back just then and kicked the fat fish away from him, knocking him to the floor stunned. Then, using his tail, he untied his hands and darted towards the door and raced down the hallway. He ran down a long corridor until he saw a series of doors, noises and shouts coming from them. He turned to the first one on his left and carefully opened it. As soon as he walked in he nearly dropped into a pool of water, where he found Modo treading water in his birthday suit. " Whoa! Modo! Who started the pool party?" he asked. " Vinnie! Thank God! Get me out of here bro, before he comes back!" Modo gasped swimming up to him. " What happened to your clothes?" Vinnie asked pulling him out as Modo clung to his jeans. " I’d rather not say. Why are you’re pants unzipped?" he asked. " Where’s Throttle?" Vinnie said quickly, eager to change the subject.

" HELP!"

The two looked at each other and then dashed out of the room as Modo struggled to put his pants back on as he ran. They burst into the door across from Modo’s which was where the noises were coming from and found Throttle tied to the bed, the same as Vinnie had been, screaming his lungs out, a visor over his eyes. " BRO! Hang on!" Modo cries, jumping towards the bed and pulling the virtual reality visor off his face. Throttle screams again and whimpers as Vinnie unties his hands. " Bro! Bro, calm down, it’s okay." Modo said hugging his shivering friend. " No…no, it will never be okay again! I’m scared for life!" he cried. " Bro, I don’t know what you were watching on this thing, but whatever it is, nothing will compare with what just happened to me." Vinnie said. "You?! Ha! I had Limburger strip me down to my skinnies in a pool!" Modo shouted. "I had him rub me down with and ice cube!" Vinnie shouted back. " I had him try to force a drug into my mouth that would make me make love to him. Plus he sat on me, and I had to watch that!" Throttle cried pointing to the visor. They all made various faces of total disgust on hearing the other’s stories. " Bros! You okay?" a voice called suddenly. They all looked up and saw Stoker staggering into the doorway. " Stoker!" they all gasped running towards him. " I know, bros, I know. I saw the whole thing from the servalence camera in my room." He said hugging them. " We’ve got to get out of here." Throttle gasped, struggling to stand on his injured ankle. " We’ve gotta find Charlie first." Vinnie pointed out. " Let’s go to the lab. Maybe she’s there." Modo suggested. They nodded and then made their way upstairs to Karbuncle’s laboratory.

**

When they got there they found Karbuncle and Charlie sitting in the lab, completely and totally absorbed in conversation as the good doctor explained to the female member of the Biker Mice exactly what had happened to Limburger. " Guys!" Charlie cried seeing them in such bad shape. " Oh, guys! What happened? Did Limburger do this to you?" she asked running up to them and holding them. " Charlie-girl! Sweetheart! You just gotta help us! Please! I don’t think I can take it anymore!" Vinnie cried collapsing into her arms. " He’s gone totally nuts! Oh mama, what’d I ever do to deserve this kinda punishment!" Modo cried, head in hands. Throttle looked at Karbuncle and then staggered over to him, grabbing him by his lab coat. " You know what’s wrong with him don’t you!" he roared. " Well…I …I yes…I mean…" Karbuncle stammered. " You listen to me, I have had a very, very bad day and just about every nerve in my body is on edge, and if you don’t get that smutty minded Plutarkian off our backs, I’m gonna have to kill you slowly and painfully." He said, his hands shaking uncontrollably. Karbuncle stared at him terrified until Charlie gently laid a hand on his shoulder. " Calm down, Throttle." She said gently. He looked back at her like a cornered animal and then forced himself to calm down a bit. "You’re right, Charlie." He said a length. He dropped down on his knees in front of the startled doctor. " Please, please, reverse whatever’s made him this way. I’m begging you!" he cried. Karbuncle relished watching them grovel and then produced a small vile filled with blue liquid. " This should solve all your problems. Just dump it on him and you’re troubles will be over he said handing it to him. "How do we know we can trust you?" Stoker asked, eyeing him. " Believe me, I want to see his over ripeness back to normal just as much as you do. He frightens me like this." The doctor replied. They believed him. At that very moment Limburger charged through the door of the lab. " There you are! Thought you were going to get away, did you?" he asked slyly. All four of the guys shrieked out of pure instinct, but quickly regained their composure. "Come to daddy you deliciously adorable mice." He said advancing on them. Modo grabbed the vile from Throttle’s hand, and having the best arm, chucked it at him. It hit the fat Plutarkian square in the face, shattering the bottle and spilling the contents all over him. He sputtered and choked and the guys all watched him hopefully as Limburger looked at them strangely and then screamed, " KARBUNCLE! WHAT ARE THESE WRETCHED MICE DOING HERE?!" he shouted at the doctor. The guys let out a cry of pure joy. " He hates us! There is a God!" Vinnie cried happily, hugging Charlie and swinging her around. " It’s a miracle…" Stoker sighed, leaning back against a slab to rest. Throttle and Modo smiled at each other, glad their nightmare was over. Just then, who should happen to walk in but Fred the Mutant. The little monster who had started all this trouble in the first place. " Hey, doc, I got that potion you wanted…whoa!" The little mutant suddenly slipped on the floor and dumped the very last of the love potion all over the Biker Mice! " Guys!" Charlie gasped, hands on her face. The guys shook themselves off and whipped the pink liquid off them, but it was too late. It had already absorbed into their skin. Charlie had a horrible fear they would go after Limburger, but instead they all stared at her. " Hmm, you know baby bros, we’ve had our nerves racked for two straight days now." Stoker said, giving Charlie a very sly seductive look. " Yeah…" Throttle said, winking at her and lowering his specs to show her his beautiful eyes. " I think it’s time someone else took the heat." Vinnie said, licking his lips and walking slowly towards her. " Guys…" Charlie gasped as they all advanced on her, surrounding her from all sides. Modo came up behind her on her left side and pushed back her hair, kissing her neck, " Let the torture begin…" he murmured. Charlie shivered as Throttle came up on the other side of her back and laid his hand lovingly on her side and rubbed her stomach and hip. " Hope you’re feeling cool, Charlene." He whispered seductively in her ear. Vinnie pressed himself against her and covered her mouth with his, "I love you, Charlie." He said. " Hey, and we don’t?" Stoker asked, kissing her cheek and laying a hand on her rear. "Hey, I got here first!" Modo said, looking up. " Oh come on, boys, you don’t have a chance with me in the race." Throttle said to them. They all glared at each other till Charlie cut in, "Guys, guys!" she said. They all looked at her. "There’s enough of me to go around." She said to them. They all smiled and escorted her home…

"Charlie…Charlie wake up." A soft voice called at Charlie’s ear. She opened her eyes slowly to see Vinnie bending over her. "Hey, sweetheart. Time to get up." He said to her. She blinked and sat up. " Vinnie? What’s going on, where are the others?" she asked looking around in her surprisingly empty bed. " They’re down stairs. Come on down, we’re hungry." He said to her. "Okay, I’ll make five hotdogs." She said slowly climbing out of bed and pulling on her robe. " Five? Who’s the extra one for?" he asked her. "Stoker of course. He’s gotta eat too." Charlie replied. " Stoker? Charlie, Stoke hasn’t been here in months. And glad of it." Vinnie said. Charlie looked at him puzzled. And then she realized she must have dreamt the whole thing. " Vinnie…I had the strangest dream…"she said to him. He took her hand and walked with her downstairs. "Like what sweetheart?" he asked. She started to tell him and then smiled, "No. Nevermind." She said. " You know sweetheart…I had a really strange dream last night too. And so did Throttle and Modo…"

The End