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I do not own the Biker Mice

by Ceryst

In the Kitchen of the Last Chance Garage sat three very curious mice, one was tan, one was gray and one was white. They all scurried around looking at everything and generally making a mess. Their investigations stopped when the sound of a door closing was heard, followed by hasty steps. All mice looked blankly at each other, they waited until the steps died away and all was safe once more for searching.

‘You had better not be making a mess in there, I can hear you.’

The mice froze at the sound of the female voice, then they scattered and tried to find suitable hiding places as the kitchen door was suddenly flung open. All three mouse hearts were beating in their chests, and they gingerly looked around for any dangers.

‘Well typical, you’ve been here for 15 minutes and already the place is a mess. I mean just look at that table, sawdust everywhere.’

Charley walked over to the mouse cage and moved it off the table onto the sideboard; she picked up a dustpan and brush and cleaned the table.

‘The store clerk said that you three liked to throw your bedding around, huh, reminds me of three other mice I know.’

WHOOSH! Modo ducked as the pillow flew past.

‘That was close, that one almost had wings.’

Vinnie looked up panting ‘well they do have the feathers.’

Throttle groaned and walked away.

WHAMP! A pillow hit him on the back of the head.

‘Hey!’

Modo got up and stormed Vinnie with a pillow in his grasp, Vinnie grabbed the pillow and tried to pull it away from Modo, Modo wouldn’t let go.

‘Um guys, I would…well I think…ONE OF YOU LET GO!’ Throttle ducked behind a bed when the pillow finally ripped and a puff of feathers exploded into the air covering Vinnie and Modo. Throttle peeked out from behind the bed and chuckled at his bros. who were too stunned at having a pillow explode in their faces to even consider wiping off the feathers.

At that moment Charley walked in carrying a cage, she placed it down and rolled her eyes at the scene before her.

‘Don’t even look at me to clean this up.’

Vinnie and Modo shook some sense into them and wiped off the feathers, then they all went over to Charley to see what she had brought.

‘Well I went to buy some tickets for the play ‘Les Miserables’, and on my way back I walked past this pet shop and there they were.’

The mice looked down at the cage before them and stared at it, the three small mice in the cage ran around ignoring the goings on around them. All heads then raised simultaneously to look at Charley.

‘What’s this?’

Charley opened the cage and dropped a cherry into it; the mice picked it up and started to nibble on it.

‘I would have thought that you of all people would have known a mouse when you saw one.’

Vinnie poked a finger into the cage tried to touch one of the mice, the small gray mouse hopped over to the finger and sniffed it before sinking it’s teeth into it. Vinnie yelped and pulled his finger out, he glared evilly at the offensive mouse. The others just laughed.

‘Guess that means stay out of my territory.’ Charley knelt down and watched the small mice dig in the sawdust, a small smile started to spread across her features. ‘Um, guys, do you squeak?’

‘Excuse me.’ Throttle dipped his glasses and squinted at Charley.

‘Oh you know, like these little guys, could you squeak at them?’

‘Squeak or speak?’

‘Same thing isn’t it, I mean your all mice, you just look slightly different.’

Vinnie jumped off the ground and gasped at Charley, ‘what do you mean slightly? I’ll have you know that I’m much studlier than that, how can you even compare us?’

Charley rolled her eyes and stood up to pat Vinnie on the head. ‘No Dilbert. You must have the same genes, you have ears, tails, teeth…need I go on?’

To stop Vinnie and Charley from continuing their fight Modo got down on hands and knees, he stared at the little mice and then took a deep breath.

‘Squeak, squeak, squeak.’

Throttle cupped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing, Charley and Vinnie immediately stopped bickering and stared wide-eyed at Modo. As Modo squeaked on Vinnie started laughing and knelt down besides him. ‘Call that a squeak? Ha! I bet I can squeak better than you.’

Then Vinnie started to squeak at the mice in the cage. Throttle gapped at his bros. and then stared at Charley as if to say ‘what have you done to my bros.?’ For watching two fully-grown Martian mice squeak at three tiny pet mice was more than a little odd.

‘Um…guys, I do hope you realise that those three mice just think that you are being strange, I doubt that they are listening to you.’

But Throttle was about to be force-fed his words when the three mice finally turned towards the two larger squeaking mice and crawled over to them. The tan mouse stood up on its hind legs and grasped the bars of the cage. It stuck its nose through the bars, sniffed the air and squeaked. The other two mice in the cage then stood up on their hind legs and started sniffing the air.

Vinnie jumped back and smacked Throttle on the back.

‘Ha, out done by a little Earthling mouse, his timing couldn’t have been better.’

‘Yeah.’ Modo pulled himself up, ‘you must be related.’

Throttle raised his eyebrow at Modo and then pointed at the cage.

‘Well at least I’m related to the clever one, and not the one that has a food problem…oh wait, of course I can’t be related to that one, because it’s related to you.’

Modo turned to look at the cage, and sure enough the little gray mouse was sitting in its food bowl stuffing its face, and it was quite noticeably larger than the others.

This time it was Charley who jumped in and said something to prevent another fight breaking out.

‘Enough about the mice, they were only an unforeseen event. What I really went for I got.’

Charley dug around in her bag and pulled out 4 tickets, all the mice (big mice) could see was a picture of a young girl and a blue, red, white flag.

‘These are tickets to ‘Les Miserables’ tonight, isn’t that just fantastic? I’ve always wanted to see this.’

Sadly her enthusiasm didn’t rub off onto the mice; they just stood there showing no emotion. Vinnie and Modo turned to look at Throttle; Throttle tried to ignore their gazes.

‘Well, you’re the spokes person.’

Throttle grunted but did walk up to Charley.

‘You see babe, I’m sure that you find this interesting, but we don’t.’ He then glanced over his shoulder at his bros. ‘And there’s a really good ball game on tonight, it would be sacrilege to miss it.’

Charley pushed his hand off her shoulder and pulled her thin lipped angry face.

‘Oh I see, this is dump Charley when you have no need for her.’

‘Oh come on babe.’

‘Don’t keep calling me that, my name is Charlene, not babe.’

She picked up her bag and cage, then she put the cage back down. ‘No, I’ll leave this here, a sort of farewell gift.’ Then she stormed out.

The mice stared at each other in horror and sprinted out after Charley.

‘No, wait bab…Charlene, don’t be mad, wait…slow down…oh come on.’

Still Charley walked away and started to pick up speed. Throttle looked despairingly at his bros. who were equally at a loss. Throttle then did the first thing that came into his mind; he grabbed Charley around the waist and carried her kicking and screaming back into the scoreboard. Vinnie grabbed her legs to hold them still, then they dropped her on the first bed they came to and pinned her down.

‘Do you really want to see this play?’

At first Charley refused to answer, but after much persuasion (OK, constant nagging) she said that she did really want to see it. Throttle sighed, Vinnie almost cried and Modo turned around.

‘If you really want us to see it with you then we’ll ALL go, is that what you want?’

Charley struggled out from her captive position and threw her hands around Throttle’s and Vinnie’s neck.

‘Thanks, I’ll see you at 8.00.’

Then she stood up grabbed the mouse cage and left, smiling all the way.

‘Hey bro. do you have the feeling that we’ve been had?’

‘Yup. But hey, it’s only a play, not like that party Charley took us to before.’

‘Yeah.’ Voiced Modo, ‘what can go wrong at a play?’

Charley looked over at Vinnie. The play had been on for nearly two hours now.

‘Are you alright?’

Vinnie quickly nodded his head refusing to look at Charley. Over the last ½ hour his breathing had gotten more and more heavy, and his voice had been getting high and tear choked. And yet he hadn’t shed a tear.

Charley then looked over at Throttle besides Vinnie, she had been worried that he had died or something, for he hadn’t moved a muscle for as long as she could remember. She leaned over and poked him in the ribs, Throttle shied away and gasped.

‘Are you alright?’

Throttle mumbled a ‘yes’; his voice was unsteady and high pitched.

Charley shrugged and looked at Modo on the other side of her. He was sniffing deeply and having breathing problems, tears ran down his face unstopped by the continuous hand wiping. Charley put a hand around Modo to comfort him, and then she continued to watch the play.

At the end of the play they all walked out, Modo and Charley had tear marked faces, while Throttle and Vinnie just looked like they were going to be sick. As they left the theatre Throttle and Vinnie realised their mistake, one look at each other and the tears slowly started to prickle in their eyes. They both breathed deeply and looked up blinking. Modo grabbed hold of their necks and sighed.

‘Wasn’t that so sad, especially the bit where that kid died on the battle field.’

Both Throttle and Vinnie started hyperventilating and blinking all the more. Modo continued.

‘Oh and the part where the mother…’

‘OK, OK I give.’ Throttle and Vinnie burst into tears and tried to wipe them away. Modo looked confused. Charley got Throttle and Vinnie to sit while they calmed down. As they were sitting another man with a tear stained face walked past, then his partner followed, she looked down at the mice and smiled.

‘Well, at least my husband wasn’t the only one to cry and make a bit of a fool of himself.’ Then she called out after her departing husband. ‘Look dear, these gentlemen cried too.’

Throttle and Vinnie were horrified; everyone turned to look at them as the lady pointed.

‘That’s it, never again do we go out with Charley for a favour. We always end up making idiots of ourselves.’

‘Here here.’

‘Come on guys, you were just expressing your feelings.’

‘Yeah, expressing them to the whole theatre!’

When they arrived at the Last Chance Garage Charley asked them to wait for a minute.

‘I just want to give you the mice, I don’t want them messing up my garage. And anyway, it will give you more squeaking practice.’

The mice faked laughter and waited for Charley to come back. They were suddenly alerted by a scream in the kitchen. Without a second thought they all sprinted into the kitchen. Charley was propping the kitchen door open and staring at the table. The mice nudged her aside, there sitting on the table was the small tan mouse, it’s crushed body laying on a piece of paper.

Throttle pushed the dead mouse aside and picked up the piece of paper beneath it.

‘Well, he states his demands clear enough.’ Throttle dropped the piece of paper and stared grimly at the dead mouse.

‘Well I hope that you are not going to go and save the other two mice, I mean, I know that it’s cruel to leave them, but under these circumstances I think it’s best.’

Throttle absent-mindedly rubbed his chin in thought. ‘Thing is, we need to know what he is up too.’

‘And do you really think that ol’ blubber butt will get the drop on us? Please. We’re the best mamajammers this side of the asteroid belt – and further than that most probably…or did you forget?’ Vinnie flexed his muscles and started to perform as if in a muscle competition.

Throttle shook his head at his younger bro. and picked up the dead mouse, he slipped it into a bag and took it outside to dispose of it. When he returned he picked up his helmet, ‘come on, lets get back to the scoreboard, no point in doing anything tonight.’

As Vinnie and Throttle walked out of the room Modo turned to Charley. ‘Will you be OK tonight?’

Charley ruffled the fur between his ears and confirmed that she would be fine. With that he followed his bros. out of the room.

Charley sighed when they left, if she had known what trouble the pet mice would have been she would never had brought them. She shuddered involuntary, seeing the dead mouse rose fears in her, fears in knowing that her friends led a dangerous life, and in the future all life comes to an end.

‘The mice have been spotted your Kingly Curdledness, but they are not heading this way, they left the garage and disappeared.’

‘WHAT!’

The small weasely looking man was thrown back by the sheer power of his boss’s voice. He smashed into a picture on the wall and brought it down with him

‘Why don’t they come? They must not have walked into the kitchen. Oh well, it’ll have to be done in the morning.’

Limburger walked up to a cage on his desk and ran his fingers along the bars, two terrified mice scuttled around trying to hide. Limburger chuckled to himself, then he walked across the room and ran his hand over the smooth surface of a piece of machinery. This time his laughter was louder.

‘This time I have them, even if I don’t destroy them they will be physically unable to stop me…ever again.’

The next morning saw a very annoyed Throttle and Modo. Vinnie bounced from bed to bed making as much noise as any person could physically make.

‘Come on, we have to find out what Limburger’s up too. We should go now. Come on. What are you, old men?’

Throttle swung his legs out of bed and tried to rub the sleep from his eyes, Vinnie took this as a good sign and ran over to his bike whooping. Throttle pulled a face at Modo and crawled out of bed to get dressed, Modo was close behind him.

‘The biker mice are on their way my lucky lumpyship, they should be here in…’ The doctor paused to look at his watch, ‘1 minute 39 seconds.’

‘Get everything ready doctor…and I advise you not to miss.’

‘Don’t you think that we should have told Charley what we’re doing?’ Modo had been worrying about Charley ever since they left.

‘Naw, she would only worry. We’ll be back with the mice before she even realises that we’re gone.’

Throttle remained quiet. Something about the crushed mouse was bothering him, why kill it? Why state how easy it would be to kill something so small and helpless? Throttle just shrugged it off and continued towards the Tower.

Exactly 1 minute and 37 seconds later the biker mice crashed through Limburger’s office windows. Karbuncle glanced at his watch and scolded himself for being 2 seconds late. Limburger spread his hands and greeted the arriving mice.

‘Welcome to your downfall biker mice.’

Before they had time to react the space around them burst into light, bright yellows and blues scorched around them. They all had to shield their eyes from the burning brightness. As quickly as it had arrived the light vanished. The mice looked up and started at their surroundings.

‘Oh momma, everything’s getting bigger and bigger.’

Throttle glanced over his shoulder and looked at the window.’

‘Put a stop on that thought Modo, the rooms not getting bigger, WE’RE GETTING SMALLER!’

Limburger clapped his hands together and walked up to the now only one-inch high biker mice, he picked his foot up and attempted to step on them. Three bikes shoot out from under his footfall.

‘Time to get out of here.’

Vinnie nodded and started towards the window, Throttle turned to find Modo, just then he saw Vinnie heading for the window.

‘NO! VINCENT!’

Vinnie screeched to a stop with his front tyre touching the window. Throttle and Modo pulled up besides him.

‘Not that way Vincent, we probably wouldn’t even make it through the glass, but if that didn’t kill us the fall would. We’ll have to take the stairs.’

The three bikes turned and made for the open door, Limburger saw what they were doing and tried to run to the door to shut it. He was too slow though and the three bikers’ shot out, but before leaving Vinnie fired a missile at the mouse cage and blew a hole in it. The two captured mice took no time in escaping and disappearing into the vastness of the room.

Limburger slammed his foot into the floor and crossed his arms, then a smile edged on his lips.

‘Well, they may not be gone, but how will they be able to stop me now?’

‘Whhhhooo’s iiiiideeeea waaas thiiiiiiis aaaanyyyyywaaaaayyyy?’

The three mice were bumping down the fire exit staircase, but in their rather diminutive state were having some problems. Getting to the staircase was hard enough; they all had to line up and fire continuously at a single spot and then file through one by one when a hole was finally made. The journey down the stairs was playing havoc on their joints and their bikes suspension.

When they finally made it to the ground floor they once again had to line up and fire at a single spot. When a hole was made they filed out, when out they checked their bikes.

‘Only 1 missile left.’

‘I’ve not even got that.’

‘A couple of my bolts need tightening.’

‘Where? In your head or on your bike?’

‘Brave words for someone who has no ammo, and I still have 2 missiles left.’

‘Put a lid on this conversation, we need to get close to that door and wait for someone to walk in, and then gun it.’

And so for the next ½ hour the bikers sat watching a door. When it finally did open the mice were so bored that they almost missed it. Modo raised the alarm and they all gunned their engines and shot out of the door. When finally outside they all breathed a sigh of relief, now the problem would be to get back to the Last Chance without being stepped on or run over. They kept mainly to the known back streets, only using the more busy streets when necessary.

‘I never knew the Last Chance was so far from the Tower. We’ve been driving for years.’

‘No worries Vincent, not much longer now…and try and cut out the exaggeration.’

Charley climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen, she made herself a large cup of coffee to calm her jumpy nerves. She couldn’t figure out why she was so unsettled, she guessed that the dead mouse yesterday had disturbed her more than she had previously thought.

She sat down and slowly sipped her coffee not thinking of anything, trying to relax and calm down.

‘See there it is.’

‘Thank God, if we took another wrong turn I think I’d flip.’

‘Come on, give us some credit, we’re not exactly used to everything looking like this.’

‘Do you think Charley’s awake?’

Throttle checked out the time. ‘Yup, she’s normally up by this time.’

They pulled up at the door and stared at it.

‘Weeeellll, what do we do now?’

Throttle scratched his helmet and looked around, he looked up and spotted the doorbell.

‘Vinnie can you get to that bell and ring it?’

‘Sure sweetheart, watch the pro in action.’

Vinnie fired his jets and rode up the wall, when he past the doorbell he pulled his bike into a back flip off the wall and fired his grappling hook. It smashed into the doorbell making it ring. Vinnie landed perfectly on the ground besides Modo and Throttle.

‘What did I tell you, perfection at its height.’

The door opened and Charley stepped out, the mice wasted no time and drove into the garage. Charley heard the sound of motorbikes and walked further out of the garage to look around, when she saw nothing she returned to the garage and closed the door. When she walked back into the kitchen she froze, her hand came up to her mouth and she dropped her cup. It smashed on the floor but it did not worry Charley, for sitting on her kitchen table were three very worn out, glum and tiny biker mice.

‘Hi.’ Vinnie’s tiny and shrill voice carried across the silent room. Charley stared at the waving form and promptly fainted.

‘I think she’s coming around.’

‘What makes you think that?’

‘The fact that she’s started moving is a clear indication.’

‘Oh, yeah.’

Charley put a hand to her head and groaned out loud, she pulled herself to a sitting position on the floor. She closed her eyes and waited for her body to pull itself together. Slowly she opened her eyes and glanced at the table, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was empty, her hand went to her heart and she thanked God that she had only been dreaming.

‘You OK sweetheart? You took quite a fall.’

Charley stiffened when she heard the shrill voice again, she glanced quickly down at her hand resting on the floor. There standing by her hand were the biker mice, still as small as ever.

Charley gasped and bent down to look at her friends. ‘What happened to you? You’re so tiny.’

‘Well, you could say we had an accident.’

‘Yup, an accident involving Limburger and his new scheme.’

Charley picked the mice and their bikes up and dropped them on the table, then she sat down to calm herself.

‘What are we going to do? You can’t stay like this forever.’

The mice shrugged and mopped around the tabletop. Throttle then patted Charley on the finger. ‘Don’t worry Charley, we’ll think of something.’

‘GREASEPIT! GET IN HERE!’

The oily oaf came sprinting into the office and for once managed to stay upright.

‘Yes boss.’

‘I need to capture the biker mice, I need to prove to Lord Chamebert that I have truly beaten those revolting rodents. I want you to go down to the Last Chance garage and GRAB them. Do you think you can handle this stupidly simplistic plan?’

Greasepit nodded his head vigorously causing oil droplets to fly around the room.

‘THEN GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!’

Charley worked in the garage while the mice lounged around on the kitchen table trying to think up a worthwhile plan. Suddenly the backdoor was thrown open and Greasepit slipped in, he quickly picked himself up and grabbed the first mouse he could.

Throttle felt the oil sink into his fur, but this was the least of his worries. The vise like grip was getting stronger and stronger, and his breathing was getting more and more laboured. And his ribs felt like they wouldn’t be able to stand anymore pressure, he had already heard one of them crack under the strain.

Vinnie and Modo did the only thing that they could; Modo fired his last two missiles straight at Greasepit. With a scream Greasepit jumped backwards, he grabbed his face with both hands dropping Throttle at the same time. As Throttle fell the only thought going through his head was ‘Talk about jumping out of the pan and into the fire.’ The fall of no more than 1 ½ metres would normally not be any trouble, but when only 1 inch high the fall was fatal. Vinnie saw the predicament and sent Throttle’s bike after it’s falling owner. Throttle only just managed to grab his bike as it fired jets. The landing was less than smooth, the falling speed had been slowed by the jets but still bike and rider crashed into the floor. Vinnie and Modo prepared to bike off the table when Charley ran in, she saw Greasepit and waved her spanner at him. Greasepit turned and ran, but before he left he snatched up Modo bike and all. Charley ran after him but had to give up when he jumped on his vehicle and drove off.

She walked back into the kitchen and knelt down by Vinnie who was busy poking Throttle.

‘He’s not listening to me!’ Vinnie continued to gabble and poke Throttle. He screamed out when a hand grabbed his shoulder and pinched him.

‘If you don’t quit poking me you will be sorry.’

Vinnie wrapped his arms around Throttle. ‘I thought you were dead.’

Throttle just groaned in pain and weakly pushed Vinnie off. ‘Haven’t you heard of taking a pulse?’

He then started to look around, he saw Vinnie and Charley, but someone was missing. ‘Where’s Modo?’

Vinnie slammed his fist down on the floor. ‘Greasepit took him.’

Throttle pushed himself up wincing all the way. ‘Well then, it looks like we are going to have ta pay Limburger a visit.’

Charley picked the mice up and gently placed them on the table, Vinnie started to fret over Throttle who was breathing heavily and twitching in occasional pain.

‘But how are you guys going to do anything with the way you are?’

Throttle crossed an arm around his chest and gently lowered himself onto the table. ‘Simple, we’re going to borrow Karbuncle’s transporter and kid-nap Carbine, Stoker and Rimfire. When we have them we can find Modo and a way to reverse this.’ He gestured to the shrunken form of himself and Vinnie.

An hour later Charley dropped the mice into a bag along with their bikes. She climbed onto her bike and made her way over to Limburger Tower. They would have to remain quiet so that they were not caught.

When they arrived they were surprised how quiet the Tower was, no one was around and the lights were off. Charley slowly rode into the lab. and turned on the transporter. She clicked in a few commands and a few seconds later a very bewildered bunch of mice were standing before her. ‘What’s going on Charley?’

Stoker walked up to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Charley turned around and picked up her bag, the three mice crowded around and looked in, all their eyes opened wide when they saw what was in it.

Meanwhile in a secluded part of the Tower Limburger was having a jolly of a time, Karbuncle had reversed the beam of the shrinking machine so that it made everything bigger. Lying on the ground were huge nuggets of gold, all now three times the size that they had previously been.

‘What a marvelous idea, I will soon have enough gold to buy up this whole city, and it will cost me almost nothing.’

Modo stood in a cage on the floor and watched the machine in work, he knew that this could be their only chance at restoration. Unlike Throttle Modo had only suffered from slight squeezing, when grabbed he had quickly been thrown in the cage and left pretty much to his own devices. The main hurt he received was when moved from place to place, everyone seemed to find it most pleasing to swing the cage about. Modo was constantly being hurled from one corner of the cage to the other, luckily his bike was safely secured on the outside of the cage and was not injured. Even when the cage was ‘accidentally’ dropped the bike received no harm.

Carbine picked Throttle up and stared at him, he stared back at her. Never in her life did Carbine think that one day her boyfriend would be sitting cross-legged in the palm of her hand.

‘Hello little man.’ Carbine laughed and dropped him into her breast pocket. ‘This so I can keep an eye on you.’

Stoker picked up Vinnie, ‘sorry punk but you’re riding with me.’ Vinnie complained loudly and didn’t see why Throttle could go with Carbine while he got Stoker. Throttle poked his head out from his pocket and laughed weakly at Vinnie. ‘I’ve got a right, I’ve seen it all before.’ Carbine pressed down on Throttle’s head and forced him into the pocket. ‘Keep quiet and stop embarrassing us.’

Then they all walked off to find Modo. As they were walking Carbine kept checking her man in her pocket. She frowned when she saw that he was nodding off, and even in his tiny form she could still hear his laboured breath.

Throttle did feel tired, the world around him kept fading in a out of focus, he had given up standing long ago and just rested against Carbine’s chest. He could feel her heart pumping and was comforted by it, slowly he closed his eyes and wondered at the white stars forming before his eyes, then he closed them completely.

Carbine moved closer to Charley and voiced her concern about Throttle, Charley in turn told her what had happened.

‘I knew that Throttle wasn’t a 100% because Vinnie was so worried about him. But don’t worry he’ll be fine, Throttle would never let Limburger get the better of him.’

They made their way up the tower and began to hear voices, they homed in on them and finally saw Limburger. They also took in the large gold nuggets, the machine and Modo. Stoker broke the team up.

‘Ok, Rimfire Carbine and myself will corner off Limburger and the rest, Charley you get to that machine and Throttle and Vincent can grab Modo.’

Carbine looked once more in her pocket and she gently nudged Throttle. When he didn’t respond she bit her lip.

‘Better leave Throttle out of this, I don’t think he’s up to it.’

Vinnie was immediately all ears. Carbine gently removed Throttle from her pocket and looked for a place to put him, Charley stepped forward and took him.

‘I’ll wait for Vinnie to get Modo and then I’ll get to the machine when they both come back.’

Carbine nodded her approval and thanked Charley, then they all took off. Charley looked at the small prone figure in her palm and sighed, this had always been her worry.

Vinnie wasn’t really thinking what he was doing, he just shot across the floor towards Modo. He was too busy worrying about Throttle, suddenly the cage was in front of him and he had to break hard so not to hit it. Then he jumped up and melted the bars of the cage with his flares, Modo jumped out and high-fived him.

‘Now I gotta get my bike.’ Modo walked around the cage and freed his bike, he climbed on and joined Vinnie.

‘Hurry bro. we need to get back to Throttle.’

Modo was shocked by Vinnie’s serious tone but didn’t question it, he just followed behind.

When they got back to Charley she dropped Throttle and ran towards the machine, Modo and Vinnie checked over Throttle.

Vinnie looked up at charley and gasped when he saw a goon coming up behind her, Modo saw it too.

‘What do we do?’

‘Simple little bro. go be a hero.’

Vinnie loaded his bike up with whatever weapons were left from his bros. bikes and then gunned his engine. Just before the goon swung the mallet down onto Charley he received a volley of missiles to the face, he screamed and ran away clutching his face. Charley whipped around and smiled at the little Vinnie, she blew him a kiss before continuing working. Vinnie returned to Modo all full of himself.

‘Well young Vincent.’

‘I was magnificent, I saved the day again.’

Both mice jumped when Throttle started chuckling to himself. ‘There will only ever be one Vincent the magnificent.’

Vinnie wrapped his arms around Throttle’s head and started rocking his body, he was all smiles.

‘I thought you had left us for keeps this time.’

‘Who me? Even if I wanted to I wouldn’t have been able to, you talk enough to wake the dead, let alone allow someone to slip away.’

Then Throttle noticed Modo, all were together again and greeted each other like they hadn’t seen each other in years – even though it was only about 3 hours. As with Vinnie Modo was over joyed to see his bro. OK, but a shadow of doubt crossed his mind when Throttle started to cough. The cough was violent and harsh, causing the tan mouse’s shoulders to heave under the strain.

Limburger was crouched in a corner whimpering at the three mice surrounding him. He felt so used and cheated, he only just managed to rid himself of the first lot of mice and immediately there was another lot to take their place.

Stoker walked up to Limburger holding his breath, he pulled out some rope and bound together his captures arms and feet, then a blindfold was tied over the eyes and a small apple wedged in his mouth.

They left him like that and walked over to check on Charley, she smiled when she saw them coming and told them that all was ready. The biker mice were brought over and placed before the machine, Vinnie immediately fell to his knees.

‘Oh most humble machine, I will give you the knowledge of greatness if you restore me to my former glory.’

Modo slapped him on the back sending him flying forward, Vinnie stood up grinning.

A familiar bright light suddenly surrounded the biker mice and once again they had to shield their eyes. When they opened their eyes again they saw that everything was back to normal. Vinnie pranced up to Charley and took her hand.

‘Everything will be fine from now on, the main mouse is back.’

They all started back to the Last Chance with the machine in tow, Carbine drove Throttle’s bike with her tail fastened securely around her semi-conscious boy friend. His head rested gently against her back and his hands supported her waist, he looked the worst for wear but was only sore from his unfortunate squeezing.

Charley sighed when she dumped the huge plate on the kitchen table, six pairs of hands reached out for the hotdogs laid on it.

‘At least when you were little one hotdog was enough for all three of you, now I have to give you loads more because they’re not big…’

All the mice looked at Charley who stopped mid-sentence, she suddenly grabbed a hotdog and ran out of the room with it. The mice just shrugged their shoulders at their human friend’s odd behaviour.

The door was once more flung open and there stood Charley with a massive hotdog in her arms. It was so big that she had trouble holding it, she toppled forward and dumped it on the plate.

‘I knew that machine would come in handy, there you go Modo, a hotdog more suitable for you.’