(Plot): The Biker Mice crash land on Earth and find out that the most dangerous race known in the cosmos: The Plutarkians, have already begun mining the Earth. Now, they must protect not only the windy city of Chi-Town, along with there mechanic ally named Charley Davidson, they must protect the rest of the cosmos from the scum of the universe.
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I don't own any of the characters, those go to the creator Rick Ungar. Also, whenever I work on this story, some of the characters you will see will either remain the same or have a new makeover by yours truly. Another thing, when working on each of these episodes, they are a mixture of both the original and semi-reboot, but they will be remade differently to give it a slightly dark twist plus added realistic situations and places. So a little warning ahead of this.

Enjoy!
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Rock and Ride! Part 3: The X-Terminator

The sky was turning at a darker shade of blue, indicating that morning was around the corner. At the tower of Limburger Plaza, Limburger was at his desk, patiently waiting while working as he was on the phone talking business.

“It’s settled then. Forty thousand acres of your property at twenty-eight thousand dollars an acre. Let’s see that comes to…” He hummed in thought while tapping his fingers on his desk as he calculated the sum. “One billion, one hundred and twenty million dollars.” His face had an unamused look as his new buyer was chewing his ears. “Oh, let’s not quibble. I’ll make it an even two billion dollars, I am prepared to be generous in this matter.” Hearing that he got a better response to his new buyer gave him an evil grin as he managed to get a new strip of land. “Of course, good-bye.” He ends the call, then dials in a new call. “Hello, counterfeiting department. I’m afraid I shall require two billion cash by the end of this afternoon.” He received a question from the caller as he answered, “Overtime? Not a problem, just take it out of stock...Yes I’ll-” He was interrupted as two goons were carrying the now awake Charley by her arms and legs as she started grunting while struggling. “I’ll have to call you back, I have some important business to take care of.”

He hangs-up his phone and watches as the two goons set her down on a chair that Limburger left just for her until they managed to retrieve her, but Charley kicks the goon who had her by her legs in his stomach, making him groan. He was about to backhand Charley, if Limburger hadn’t stopped him after already getting up from his desk by grabbing the goon’s hand, making him look at Limburger’s face as he said, “No one must lay a hand on her unless I say otherwise. Understand?”

The goon felt he wanted to throw up after smelling Limburger’s repulsive breath, but managed to keep his lunch in while taking his hand back and breathing heavily while saying, “Yes sir!” He covers his mouth while coughing as he stood next to the other goon behind Charley as he patted his shoulder.

Limburger looks at Charley and says, “Don’t mind him Ms. Davidson, but I welcome you to my humble abode.”

“Yeah, well your place smells like shit!”

“You’ll get used to the stench.” Limburger smiled.

Charley looks at him down and up, then says, “So, you must be the big cheese himself, Limburger right?”

“Indeed I am,” Limburger said as he bowed. “Lawrence Lactavius Limburger, at your service.”

“Well, take your service and shove it!”

“My, aren’t you the feisty one,” Limburger gave Charley an unamused look. “After I just generously invited you to my tower.”

“Generous,” Charley said angrily through clenched teeth. She quickly gets up and was about to headbutt Limburger’s gut since her hands were currently tied, but was held back by the two goons as she yelled, “You call this generous! Sending punks to harass me, trash-up my garage, then letting them try to hurt me, and now you're resorting to kidding me! You're sick! You hear me! Sick!”

She was forced back down on the chair as Limburger shrugs and says, “Actually, I prefer the term my generosity being tried with. But I am a patient man. As for the reason why I brought you here…” He bends down and looks at Charley with a smirk. “Is because I know about those biker mice friends of yours.”

Charley turned her head away while Limburger spoke, his breath smelled really wretched for her. She wondered if Limburger knew the term: brush your teeth every now and then. But her eyes widened when Limburger knew about the three Martian Mice. Somehow, those punks who came to Charley’s place along with that bulked up greasy goon must’ve told him, but she never expected for him to believe their story.

“But since we’re waiting for our esteemed guests to arrive…” Limburger chuckled slightly while placing his hands behind his back. “We can get down to some...unfinished business.”

“And let me guess,” Charley’s eyes narrowed. “This has something to do with my garage and the land surrounding it?”

“Indeed,” Limburger smirked.

“Well, here’s what I told your greasy buddy.” Charley spits as it lands on Limburger’s shoe. He looks at it, then looks at Charley with an unamused look as she says with a hard tone, “Piss off asshole!”

Limburger growled slightly, but managed to compose himself as he straightened his suit coat. “Ms. Davidson, you try my patience.” He walks to the window while having his hands behind his back again. “Allow me to explain something to you.” He motioned his hand as he showed half of Chi-Town. “Literally half of this city belongs to me and soon the rest will be under my control.” He crossed his arms as he continued, “So tell me, why go through the trouble to-” He was cut off as an explosion was heard. “What the…”

He turns around and looks...only to see Greasepit rolling through the air while screaming, after he had just survived from the exploding missiles due to his mutated body that didn’t kill him as his body was smoking.

Limburger screamed as he jumped out of the way while covering his head. One of the goons yelled “Look out!” as they too jumped to the ground while covering their heads and Charley yelped as she pushed herself off the chair, knocking it down in the process as her back was facing the window while she covered her head with her tied-up hands.

CRASH! The window came apart as shards flung here and there. Greasepit lands hard on Limburger’s desk, destroying it as he lays on top of it.

Limburger lifts his head up and looks with a glare. “My lunch was on that desk!”

“Greasepit!” One of the goons says as they went to the downed Greasepit. They lifted him up as one of them asked, “You okay man?”

“Out of my way!” Limburger said after getting up and shoving the goon away from Greasepit. He picks up Greasepit by the rope and asks sharply, “What happened?”

“Uh…” Greasepit groaned as he looked at Limburger. “Dem bikers...dere comin’...uhh…” Greasepit’s head slumped back.

Hearing this brought a smile on Limburger’s face as he let go of Greasepit, his semi-unconscious body thumping to the ground as he says with a snicker, “Excellent, right on schedule.” He looks at the two goons, pointing his finger while ordering them, “Well, don’t just stand there! Pick him up and go get ready!”

The goons did what Limburger told them to do as they picked up Greasepit and dragged him out of the office. Limburger picks up his cane from the floor, takes out a walkie-talkie from out of his suit as he says to it, “All men, battle stations! We have company coming this way!”

He walks past Charley as she manages to get up while saying, “Y’know, when those three get here, they're gonna kick your ass.”

She felt something hit the back of her head as she collapsed unconscious. Limburger gave his evil smirk after hitting Charley with his cane and said, “I highly doubt that, Ms. Davidson.”
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The biker mice arrived at Limburger Plaza with Throttle saying, “Keep your guard up bros, there’s no telling what we're going up against.”

“Uh, I think you spoke too soon,” Modo says as he points up.

They look as they see gun turrets with missiles. A volley of missiles was fired towards them.

“Split!” Throttle exclaimed.

The three bikers split in different directions, dodging missiles as they exploded on the ground. The gun turrets began firing next, just as they managed to regroup with Throttle saying, “Activate your gravity wheels, it’s time to rock the walls off this joint!”

They pressed a button on their motorcycles as their wheels began to glow with energy surrounding it. Each of them had different colors, Throttle’s was white, Modo’s was blue, and Vincent’s was red.

“Alright, it’s party time!” Vincent exclaimed.

“Let’s give Limburger our grand entrance!” Modo also exclaimed.

“Alright bros, let’s rock…” Throttle says as he, Modo, and Vincent did wheelies while taking off and saying in unison, “And ride!”

They went straight towards the building and when their energy filled wheels touched the wall, they were riding on it while the turrets continued to fire at the biker mice, but the biker mice activated there blasters and shot at the turrets, destroying them as bits and pieces of the turrets rained down on them with balls of fire. They managed to dodge them quickly by activating their afterburners, launching them high into the air as they landed on the ceiling of the tower.

“Y’know bros,” Vincent says. “I don’t think Limburger is exactly happy to see us.”

Modo and Throttle nodded as he and Vincent’s motorcycles fired their grappling hooks with rope off the tower, but Modo noticed a roof stairway as he said to them, “Hey bros, why don’t we just take the stairs.”

“Aw, where’s the fun in that?” Vincent says.

“He’s right y’know,” Throttle says. “They’ll probably be expecting that.”

Modo shrugged his shoulders as he made a valid point, then his motorcycle fired a grappling hook with rope off the tower.

As there grappling hooks with rope were dangling off the tower, the biker mice began climbing down. While they were continuing with their descent, Vincent noticed a broken window as he pointed downwards and said to them, “Hey bros, there’s an entrance not far below us.”

Seeing where Vincent was pointing, they went there as they swung themselves inside, but noticed the destroyed desk and grease splattered on it. “Seems to me that grease punk landed here before we did.” Throttle says.

“Aw man!” Vincent exclaimed while pouting and crossing his arms. “That really blows!”

“What, you wanted to break through the window and shout ‘Surprise!’ to the enemy?”

Vincent smiled at what Throttle said as he chuckled slightly and said to him, “That’s the idea.”

Throttle smiles while nodding and crossing his arms, but then they heard the sound of someone’s voice being muffled. Looking around for a second, they noticed Charley who was once again on the chair and was tied up to it while her eyes were blindfolded and her mouth taped. “Charley!” The biker mice said in unison as they pressed a button from the sides of their helmets, opening their visors as they went towards her.

“Don’t worry Charley-ma’am, we're here,” Modo says as he takes the blindfold off of Charley’s eyes.

Vincent takes out a flare and activates the red one, it’s flames cut through the rope while Throttle uses his teeth to bite through the rope on Charley’s hand with a loud snap. She quickly gets the rope off her hands, then quickly takes the tape off her mouth as she yells, “Get out of here! It’s a trap!”

That warning came a little too late as a door burst open and a lot of goons came through it. Vincent quickly grabs Charley, making her yelp slightly as he and the other biker mice were in front of her, protecting her from the goons as they were pointing their assault rifles and machine guns at them. There was a slight chuckle as Limburger came out of the crowd of goons and was standing at the front, an evil smile plastered on his face.

“Who’s this clown?” Vincent asked Charley.

“That’s Limburger,” Charley answered. “The big cheese himself.”

“Indeed,” Limburger says. “And it’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintances...for a short-time at least.” He chuckled slightly at that.

Throttle began sniffing slightly, making Limburger clear his throat as he realized too late that the visors were opened. Throttle continued to sniff...until he said, “Hey bros, I smell something very familiar.”

“Yeah…” Modo took a few sniffs. “I’d recognize that stench anywhere.”

Charley looks at the two and says with a confused look, “Guys, what’re you talking about?”

Vincent chuckles and says to her, “Sweetheart. Have you ever smelled a stink-faced Plutarkian before?”

Charley nodded her head no, but then realized that these three could tell that there was a Plutarkian nearby. “Wait a second,” she says. “If it’s here then...Where is it?”

Vincent pointed his thumb, which Charley followed as it was pointing to...Limburger? What was this, was this some kind of joke?

“You can’t be serious,” Charley snickered. “Him? But he can’t be a Plutarkian, he’s human.”

“I would agree with Ms. Davidson,” Limburger says. “I don’t know who it is you're looking for, but as for the stench, that’s just a sewer leak.”

“Yeah, nice try,” Throttle says. “You may be able to fool Charley, but you can’t easily fool us.” He looks at Limburger down and up. “Still, I’m a little surprised that you're able to blend in while looking like that.”

“Throttle, what are you saying?” Charley says as she was completely in the dark.

Throttle looks at Charley while tapping his nose and saying, “You may not have the nose like we do, but we can definitely smell the stench of a Plutarkian.” He smiles at her as he continues, “Y’know, speaking of Plutarkian. You already know what the face of one looks like right?”

“Uhhh...yeah?” Charley once again had a confused look, she already knew what a Plutarkian looks like from looking through Throttle’s collected memories. But she’s never actually seen one face to face.

“Well, it’s time for you to meet…” Throttle walks towards Limburger. “A certified…” His tail quickly grabs Limburger’s hair, making him grunt while grabbing the sides of his face. “...bonafide...Plutarkian!” With a tug of his tail and splotch, Limburger’s head was tossed back as Throttle grabbed what looked like Limburger’s face as he tossed it to the floor.

Charley’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped when she saw that face, but looking at it closely from the floor...it was just nothing more than a rubber mask. Her eyes slowly look up to see Limburger…

Only for her to yelp and cover her mouth with her hands as she saw that he was one of them...a Plutarkian! Her look of shock was then changed to a disgusted look as she exclaimed, “Ugh! Ew! Gross!”

Limburger straightened his suit coat as he said, “I’ll take that as a compliment, Ms. Davidson.” His eyes then looked at the three biker mice. “But I’m surprised that you three could still tell despite the mixed stench.” He sniffs at his arm and says, “I need to get that air conditioning repaired at once.”

Charley noticed that the goons were completely oblivious to who their boss was which not only confused her as she says, “I don’t get it. Aren’t these guys at least a bit surprised to know that their boss is a Plutarkian?”

“Oh, I can assure you, Ms. Davidson,” Limburger smiled. “They already know who I am.” Limburger picks up his mask while patting the shoulder of a goon and saying, “Despite my otherworldly appearance, they’ll remain loyal to me because I’m the only one who can give them anything they want.”

Charley gasped slightly at what Limburger said, then she remembered something. She remembered seeing how the Plutarkians were using the greed tactic back on Mars to turn someone against their own planet. “I see where this is going,” she said with a nod. “You're using them by their greed in order to strip-mine the city. Right?”

Limburger was a little surprised, even though his face didn’t show it, she already knew about the plan to strip-mine Chicago and ship it to his home planet Plutark. He never knew that the Martian Mice would share that information with that Mind-Probing of theirs. Feigning hurt, he placed his hand on his chest while saying, “‘Using them’, why Ms. Davidson you hurt me.” He smiles as he continues, “I’m just nothing more than a generous businessman fulfilling their needs. But you are right about one thing, greed is a desire that drives someone to get what they want. However…” Limburger puts his mask back on. “Nobody outside this building knows who I truly am behind this mask.”

“Then...who else knows about this?”

She got her answer as she and the biker mice heard a door from the floor open up and the sound of whirring metal descending upwards. The biker mice had shocked looks on who came up...It was none other than Karbunkle!

“You!” The biker mice said in unison.

Karbunkle had a toothy grin as he placed his hands on his sides and said, “Well, well, well, what do we have here? I’ve been told that there was some Martian Mice that recently appeared on the planet, but I never thought it would be you three again. My former patients of course.”

“Karbunkle!” The biker mice said in unison again.

Charley looked at the three biker mice and said, “Wait, you guys know him?”

“Yeah,” Throttle says while looking at Charley. “His name’s Doctor Karbunkle, the only human we know and hate, and the only one who knows about our existence on Mars.”

Charley was shocked, Doctor Karbunkle, the only human on Earth who knows about alien life on the planet Mars, and the only one who hasn’t had his mind probed and his memories erased about their existence.

“He’s also Mar’s number 1 most wanted, because he had a tendency to experiment on our people, hence many of us call him: The Butcher.” Throttle looks at Karbunkle, his eyes behind his sunglasses glared angrily at him. “And he’s the reason why he gave me these non-functioning bionic eyes, taking away both Modo’s arm and eye, and taking half of Vinnie’s face, because he gave us a rocket straight to the face.”

Charley gasped while covering her mouth, horrified after learning what Karbunkle did. How could someone so sick do this to these creatures?

“Oh, I haven’t forgotten about that,” Modo says as his eye glowed a demonic red. “I remembered how you butchered our people for your sick experiments and as for that rocket you gave us, I remembered that took away my arm…” A laser blaster opened up on Modo’s bionic wrist as he pointed it at Karbunkle. “And I’m sure you remember that arm...DON’T YOU?!”

Karbunkle giggled slightly while placing his hands behind his back, unfazed from Modo’s wrist blaster pointing at him and saying, “How can I not forget my specimens, but it’s very nice for a doctor to be remembered by his patients.”

“Oh, I remember ya too, doc,” Vincent says while his eyes glared angrily at Karbunkle. “I too haven’t forgotten what ya did to our people...to my bros...and me. So now…” He slams his fist onto his hand. “It’s payback time you sick psycho!”

Karbunkle gave an evil smile while walking right next to Limburger and saying, “Oh, I think not my reluctant rodent. As much as you and your furry friends want to settle your personal vendettas against me. I’m afraid our reunion is going to be short-lived.” He pulls out a control from the pocket of his lab coat and presses a button. The door from the floor opened up again as something was descending upwards while Karbunkle said, “I want you to meet somebody. One specially brought here to deal with vermin like Martian Mice…”

Charley gasped as all four of them had surprised looks on their faces on what just came up…

It was a male alien robot with grey metal and red spikes on his shoulders. His face consisted of having black triangular visors for eyes, brown spiky metallic hair, his jaws were razor sharp, and below his neck were two bolts on the sides. He wore a black and red vest with yellow trimming, a utility belt that had red cylinders attached to them, black boots with silver straps, and on his wrists he had spiked wristbands while in his right hand he held a stacked barrel laser shotgun.

“I want you to meet your executioner…” Karbunkle introduced. “The X-Terminator.”

The X-Terminator points his laser shotgun and says with a robotic voice, “Prepare to be X-Terminated, rodents!”

Limburger smiles as he says, “Well, as much as I want to sit back and enjoy the overkill of these rodents…” He looks at Charley. “Ms. Davidson, kindly step away from the mice and come to me. My goons and I will kindly escort you out while we finish our business together. Oh, and you can say your goodbyes to your furry friends before they are exterminated by...X-Terminator.” He giggled slightly at that last part.

“Forget it!” Charley yelled while pointing her finger at Limburger. “There’s no way in hell I’m going with you!”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, Ms. Davidson. As you're clearly aware, you're in a tight and I mean very tight situation. So we can do this the easy way, or of course…” The goons all clicked their assault rifles and machine guns. “There’s always the hard way.”

“Well let’s try the hard way first!”

She was about to march over there, pull that mask off of Limburger’s face and slug him, but was stopped by Vincent as he says to her, “Whoa, easy there sweetheart!”

“The only way anyone’s taking my garage is over my dead body!”

“That could be arranged,” Limburger chuckled. “But I still have a little patience with you, so I’m going to give you a choice. You can do as I say so you can keep your life and live it, or since I’m being generous…” He smiles evilly at her. “Give you what you want and end your life where you stand. Either way whether you're dead or alive, I will get that last strip of land. So what will it be, Ms. Davidson? Keep your life or end your life, you decide. Oh, and I’ll give you...ten seconds to choose, so be wise and make the right choice.”

Charley didn’t know what to do and she only had ten seconds to decide. On one hand she could play along and walk away safely, then when she sees the opportunity, make a run for it and hope to God that those goons don’t shoot her. On the other hand, she couldn’t just leave these three Martian Mice to that...robotic thing to them. Even though she was conflicted on whether or not to trust them, she couldn’t just abandon them since they haven’t done anything wrong to her. Limburger was right, she was in a very tight situation, but that wasn’t the only thing that worried her. If anything happens to her or her garage, then those poor homeless people won’t stand a chance! This was frustrating, what could she do?! How can she get out of this? There must be some way-

“Charley,” Throttle muttered to her, interrupting her thoughts. “Do you trust us?”

Once again, Charley was unprepared for that question. However, thinking back, she remembered that they protected her from Greasepit and the goons. Not to mention, they were willing to risk their own tails to protect her. Hell, they were even risking their own lives to save her. So with those thoughts in mind, her confliction came to an end as she now has her answer, and with that, she looks at Throttle and nods her head yes.

“You now have five seconds to make your choice.” Limburger began counting down, “Five…”

Charley notices another flare that Vincent was holding behind his back. It was black while the tip was ball-shaped and had silver circles on it. What she didn’t realize was when she was stopped by Vincent, he immediately reached out from behind his vest and pulled out a flare from his bandolier and pressed a button, extending it slightly as her yelling already drowned out the noise. She looks at him as Vincent winks at her while having his hand on the ball of the flare.

“...four…”

She looks at Modo, who smiled at her.

“...three...two…”

“Wait!” Charley yelled.

“Have you made your decision?” Limburger asked while smiling.

“Yeah…” Charley’s face turned serious as she gave Limburger the middle finger. “Screw you, fish-face!”

“Yeah, like she said!” Vincent said as he turned the ball on the flare, it lit up while it beeped fast as he tossed the flare. It lands on the floor while rolling and stopping in front of the goons as they look at it.

“Back!” Karbunkle yelled as he knew what that was.

Getting the idea, the goons scrambled away through the door with Limburger screaming “Yaa-ahh!” They all began squeezing through the open door, trying to get away from the oncoming explosion, Limburger began pulling some thugs and tossing them to the floor while yelling, “Out of my way! Out of my way!”

The X-Terminator looks down at the beeping flare while taking his aim away from the biker mice. Vincent grabs Charley as he and the other two Martian Mice run towards the broken window. “Might wanna brace yourselves!” Throttle says.

The fast beeping came to an end…

KA-BOOM! A loud explosion erupted, the goons and Limburger screamed as dust and smoke came out of the office, The X-Terminator was unaffected by the explosion, and the force of the explosion made the other windows in Limburger’s office to shatter while pushing both Charley and the biker mice out the window as they were falling from outside of the building.

Charley was screaming while Vincent shouts excitedly, “AAAAOOOOOOW! Isn’t this exciting, to feel the fresh air blowing at you-”

“And don’t forget open spaces!” Modo added while chuckling. “Don’tcha just love to feel your heart racing when falling?”

“The joy of freefalling bros!” Throttle chuckled.

Charley couldn’t believe what she was hearing. They were falling to their deaths and there just...enjoying this! “Are you crazy?!” She yelled. “No, you just passed from downright crazy, to completely insane! We’re all gonna die here!”

“Ah, c’mon Charley-girl,” Throttle says to her. “Where’s your sense of adrenaline?”

Charley looks down as she sees the ground slowly making its way towards her. She covers her eyes while screaming and shouting, “OH MY GOOOOOOOD!”

Modo also looks down and sees the ground slowly making its way as he says, “Might as well cut it short bros, any closer and will be flat pastes on the ground.”

“Well, time to call in the landing gear!” Throttle says.

He placed two fingers in his mouth and gave off a sharp whistle. The loud whistling made the three motorcycles come to life as their engines roared and jumped off the building. The three motorcycles automatically activated the nitro boosters as they speed downwards to the biker mice and Charley. When they got close, the biker mice immediately climbed on, Vincent managed to catch Charley bridal-style while saying to her, “Gotcha sweetheart!”

“Kick it bros!” Throttle yelled.

They activated there afterburners, launching them off the side of the tower. Charley wraps her arms around Vincent’s neck while screaming as they were flying into the air, then landed hard on the ground while crying out “oof” as they came to a screeching halt.

Modo groaned while once again massaging his sore rear and saying, “This is gonna take some time gettin’ used to this hard terrain.”

“That makes both of us, big guy,” Throttle said while massaging his sore rear as well.

“AAAAOOOOOOW!” Vincent howled, despite having a sore rear which didn’t faze his excitement. “Now that’s what I call a rescue mission! What a rush!” He chuckles as he looks at Charley while still holding onto her in his arms. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Charley was panting as her heart felt like it was going a hundred miles an hour and was close to coming out of her throat. She began wiggling while yelling, “Let me go! Let me go!” She wanted to get off of this crazy rescuer and at least feel the earth beneath her and not coming at her.

Vincent lets her climb off while saying, “Okay, take it easy! Geez, talk about no appreciation after we just saved you.”

“Saved me…” Charley looks at the biker mice with angry eyes. “SAVED ME! You call blowing up an office building, falling hundreds of feet straight below, and nearly giving me a heart attack! Damn it, how can you be so stupid you...you…” She places her hand on her chest while panting again, trying to catch her breath after going through a near-death experience.

“Whoa, easy there, Charley-ma’am,” Modo says calmly while rubbing his mechanical hand on Charley’s back, helping her calm down her nerves before she started to hyperventilate. “Slow-down your breaths, then take a few deep breaths and let it all out.”

While Charley was slowing down her breaths, the biker mice knew that she was losing it. Even though she was brave and tough, but after going through that, it can change somebody in an instant. They could definitely tell that the adrenaline was slowly kicking in for her and this was her first time actually experiencing something like this.

Charley was taking her deep breaths while bending down and clutching her knees, trying to calm down her racing heart. She couldn’t believe that actually happened. Sure she can handle herself when it comes to fights which may risk herself ending up in the hospital, but to get blown out of a window and falling straight to her death, that’s something that she could never be prepared for.

When she finally calmed down, Modo said to her, “Feel better?”

“A little...Oh God.” She straightens up, then asks, “Do you guys always do something crazy like that?”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it, sweetheart,” Vincent said with a nod. “But isn’t it amazing? Just feeling your heart pumping through you after something so thrilling.”

“Feeling all that blood just rushing through you,” Throttle added.

“And feeling how it makes you feel so alive,” Modo added last while chuckling. “Oh, an experience like that just makes you go wild.”
All three biker mice sighed in content. Charley just couldn’t understand these guys. What were they besides alien mice, adrenaline junkies or something? She could care less about that as she sighed and said, “Well, I hope I don’t go through this again.”

She spoke too soon as The X-Terminator burst through the parking lot entrance, riding a red and black combat motorcycle with metallic wheels. Behind him, the goons riding there buggies followed, going after both the biker mice and Charley.

The biker mice pressed a button on the sides of their helmets, closing their visors as they started up their engines. Vincent quickly wraps his tail around Charley’s waist, pulling her towards him while she yelped in the process as she sat down behind him. She only had a second to react as the biker mice did wheelies, making her quickly wrap her arms around Vincent’s waist while screaming as they took off.

(Nickelback-Flat on the Floor)

The X-Terminator took aim with his laser shotgun and fired a powerful red laser which exploded close to where both Modo and Vincent were. The explosion made them hop from the force of the impact, making Charley yelp while keeping a tight grip around Vincent’s waist as if he was her only lifeline.

“Let’s split-up bros!” Throttle says. “You guys handle Limburger’s goons, but make sure they don’t get their hands on Charley, I’ll take care of tin-man!”

“Good luck, bro!” Vincent says while giving Throttle a thumbs-up.

With a nod, Throttle broke off of Vincent and Modo, going in another direction. The X-Terminator sees him leave the group as he goes after Throttle. Seeing Throttle take on The X-Terminator alone, Charley says to Vincent, “Is he going to be okay?”

“Don’t worry about’em sweetheart he’ll be fine,” Vincent answered, then he takes out two shurikens from the pockets of his bandoleers. “The only thing we need to worry about is keeping you safe.” He puts the two shurikens on each hand while pressing the mouse button on them, then tosses each of them from both sides. They sailed as blue energy formed and made contact on the wheels of the two buggies, exploding the wheels as the goons lost control while one swerved onto a traffic light and the other went over the side by a parked vehicle and began sliding on the ground, creating sparks as it came to a stop upside down in a diagonal angle. “Yes!” Vincent cheered while chuckling. “Double play!”

An explosion came behind them, making Charley yelp again while Vincent shouted, “Yeeow!” He looks behind as he notices the tip of his tail was smoking and sees the goon’s buggies shootout missiles. When more missiles began shooting out from the front of the goon’s buggies, Vincent and Modo dodged here and there while explosions began tearing up the streets. “Hey Modo! My tail just got toasted ya gotta cure for that?”

“Yep!” Modo answered. “Got one right here, bro!” He quickly speeds his bike in reverse, putting himself behind two of the goon’s buggies. He activates his blasters, hitting both of the buggies as they explode from the back, causing them to roll on the road towards Modo. Doing a wheelie, he activates the afterburners, sending him up into the air while shouting “Yee-ha!” as he lands on the ground and comes to a screeching halt.

(End Music)

Modo presses a button on the side of his helmet, opening his visor as he cheers while chuckling, “Woo! Now that was thrilling!”

Vincent presses a button on the side of his own helmet, opening his visor as he clapped his hands and says while also chuckling, “Right on, man! Right on!”

“Uh, guys,” Charley says as she points ahead. “I don’t think this is over yet.”

Looking to where Charley was pointing, they saw more goons riding their buggies as they managed to catch up and were coming their way. With smirks on their faces, Modo and Vincent press a button on the sides of their helmets, closing their visors. Vincent takes out two flares and presses a button on them, extending them slightly as they change into the ball-tipped black flares. “Well then, let’s get this party started!”

“Way ahead of you, bro,” Modo acknowledged Vincent as his wrist blaster opened up and he pointed it straight at the goons. “Let’s rock and roll!” His wrist blaster fired straight at the goons.
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Meanwhile back with Throttle, he was putting the pedal to the metal as The X-Terminator was behind his tail, firing beam after beam from his shotgun blaster, trying to hit Throttle but kept on missing since he kept dodging his shots. Up ahead, Throttle sees a steel mill, much to his surprise that this world actually had a metal making factory right here in Chi-Town.

A plan was formed in his head and with a smirk, he went towards the mill with The X-Terminator following him.

Seeing a metal fence, Throttle does a wheelie and activates the afterburners, sending him high into the air. Some of the people who worked at the mill, noticed two bikers coming their way. When they saw Throttle who somehow leapt into the air, they all managed to get out of the way as he landed while groaning as his sore rear was hurting again. But when they saw The X-Terminator coming towards the metal fence, those that were near it managed to jump out of the way as The X-Terminator burst through while pulling a loose piece of metal fence out of his face.

The X-Terminator began shooting again, this time inside the mill as sparks and explosions came here and there, making the workers start to panic as the alarm bell rang and quickly began evacuating the building as the two mysterious bikers were duking it out inside the mill. However, The X-Terminator was having a hard time trying to catch up to the Martian mouse due to some humans standing in his way while they were either trying to get out of the way or jumping out of his way, making him lose his aim while trying to shoot the mouse. As much as he wanted to just shoot some humans who stood in his way, the steel mill was starting to slowly catch fire from his blaster and even though he was an alien robot who could actually take the heat, there was a limit for him. Any more heat drawn to him and his circuits will literally fry. So he had to find that mouse and fast.

That came to an end for him when he found Throttle, he was just sitting there face-front, waiting for him to appear. “Come and get me, tin-man!” Throttle says.

“End of the road, rodent!” The X-Terminator revs his engine and charges straight towards Throttle, his shotgun blaster points at him, ready to shoot. But Throttle lifts the front of his bike up while the afterburners ignite, sending him up and over The X-Terminator as he sees Throttle. However, when he looks ahead, he sees a pool of molten steel. What The X-Terminator didn’t realize was that Throttle was looking for something like this and just his luck, he managed to find one.

The X-Terminator quickly stops his bike, making it screech as it came face-front to a stop while a landing Throttle was facing The X-Terminator. His eyes hadn’t taken off of that pool of molten steel. If he had gotten any closer, then that would’ve destroyed him instantly. With a chuckle, he says as he was looking back at Throttle, “Nice try, rodent.” But his face turned to a surprised look as he saw Throttle had already activated the grenade launcher from the front of his bike.

With a smirk, Throttle says, “Ya think so?”

The X-Terminator took aim, but was too late to fire as the grenade launcher shot first…

BOOM! An explosion came as the combat motorcycle came to pieces and The X-Terminator was flown through the air while screaming slightly, his chest smoking from the exploding grenade, then landed in the pool of molten steel. He once again screams as the molten steel made his body melt from the inside and out, fires were consuming his body as he was flinging his arms here and there. Then his screams became that of a screaming banshee and died as he sank into the molten pit.

Throttle revs his bike and takes off, leaving behind the mill as he hurried back to his bros while hoping Charley was okay and at least safe from Limburger’s goons.
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The fight with Vincent and Modo against Limburger’s goons had already come to an end, but the streets were left slightly scarred from the battle. Buggies were destroyed here and there while some of them caught fire and pieces of it were loitered with parts on the streets. The goons were in no better shape, some of them were conscious while bleeding as some were dragged away from the streets, others were carried by the arm as they were led away while groaning in pain. But unfortunately, the others weren’t so lucky as bodies of dead goons laid on the streets and others who were unfortunate to receive either a laser or an exploding flare were burning into corpses inside their buggies.

The two victors watched as the goons retreated slowly away from them, Charley had already opened her eyes after going through another thrill ride from hell with Vincent, her heart was once again racing with adrenaline and fear, but she was grateful to be alive thanks to these two. They hear the sound of another motorcycle coming their way, turning to the sound, they see Throttle alive and in one piece. Vincent and Modo pressed a button on the sides of their helmets, opening their visors as Vincent says to Charley, “Ya see sweetheart, I told ya he’ll be fine.”

Throttle presses a button on the side of his helmet, opening his visor as he gazes at the destruction left behind from the fight. “I see you guys managed to finish up while I was away.”

“Yeah,” Modo says while rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry you had to miss out on the rest of the party. Whatever happened to tin-man?”

“Nothing more, but molten slag. He won’t be bothering us anymore.”

“Alright!” Vincent exclaimed as he clapped his hands, applauding him on a job well done. “Way to go, bro!”

Police sirens were blazing through the distance as Throttle muttered, “Uh-oh.” He looks at Vincent and Modo while saying to them, “Alright bros, parties over, let’s split!”

“Wait a second,” Modo says. “Where are we gonna go? We don’t know much about this city, much less know where to hide, we’ll just be riding blindly.”

“Well, we don’t have much of a choice, Modo.”

Throttle was about to press a button on the side of his helmet and close the visor, but Modo says, “But what about Charley-ma’am, we can’t just take her with us. Someone will think that we’re actually kidnapping her.”

“Ooo, you gotta point on that, big guy.”

“Well,” Vincent says. “We could take her back to her place and hide th-”

“No way!” Charley exclaimed, interrupting Vincent. “Besides, how the hell am I going to explain to the homeless about you three?”

“She’s right, Vincent,” Throttle agreed with Charley. “It is a bad idea. The last thing we need is to rope in more people into this mess.”

“Well, do you have any better ideas?”

Throttle sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose and says, “I’m gonna have to say this, but...I got nothin’.”

This was a first for Vincent and Modo. Throttle always had some ideas, he was no doubt their leader, but now for the first time they were definitely in a tight situation where not a single idea was given to any of the biker mice. They were literally trying to figure out something before the police arrived.

“Well...we could go with your idea and just ride at this blindly.” Modo looks at Vincent and nods at him while sighing. “What? It’s better than sitting down on our tails until the police get here. Besides, Charley knows more about this city so maybe she could help us find a place to hide and crash until the heat dies down.”

Charley was going to protest, she wanted to tell them that there was no need for them to worry about her being left behind when the police get here. She knew that she’ll be protected by them and probably tell them what happened by saying that a group of bikers wearing mice costumes saved her life from a group of goons who kidnapped her, but she’ll have to leave out some of the details about them actually being aliens and the goons were actually sent by Limburger, who too was also an alien called a Plutarkian. Because, if she ever told the cops about this, they’ll probably think that she’s crazy and worst of all, they’ll probably brand these three biker mice as criminals and would also set a bad name for them. However, when Vincent mentioned the word “crash” it dawned on her as she remembered from Throttle as he told her that they crash landed here. But the question was, where exactly? “Wait a second, guys,” she says to them as they look at her. “I got an idea.”

“You do!” The biker mice exclaimed in unison, clearly surprised that a human was able to figure out something before they did.

“Yeah. Where was the last place you crashed at when you guys arrived here?”

“There’s that stadium we know,” Modo answered. “It shouldn’t be too far from here.”

“Good, then let’s go there.”

Vincent and Modo looked at Throttle, hoping that he could agree with Charley’s plan. With a smile, Throttle says while shrugging his shoulders, “Well, it’s better than drawing up ideas. Let’s move!”

The biker mice pressed a button on the sides of their helmets, closing their visors as they started up their engines and took off with Charley in tow. Just as the police arrived where they hadn’t seen the three bikers.
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When the biker mice and Charley arrived at Wrigley Field, the place was completely empty. However, not a single spectator noticed the hole on the scoreboard, much to Charley’s relief that no cops or anyone else was here to see this. They were probably either oblivious to the situation or the cops were probably too busy finding out what happened at the streets from when the biker mice fought against Limburger’s goons. Either way, at least things were safe here.

“Y’know,” Throttle says. “I never thought we’d be back here just to see our trashed-up ship here.” He looks at Charley, who was already off of Vincent’s bike and was standing on the grassy field and asks, “So, why’d you wanna let us come here?”

Charley points at the scoreboard and answers, “That’s why. Besides, since you guys are gonna be stuck here on Earth for a while this place will make as good a hideout as any.”

Throttle giggled while raising an eyebrow, “What here, in the scoreboard?”

“Why not,” Charley shrugged. “Look at it this way.” She spread out her arms to simplify the emptiness surrounding them. “There’s nobody here and there’s not a single security guard, so you guys got the whole place to yourselves, and to make it even better, no cops or any of Limburger’s goons would ever think to look for you guys here.”

“Hey, she’s got a point,” Modo says.

“I think it’s perfect,” Vincent also agreed. “This way whenever Limburger causes any trouble, will be able to whip his tail next time.”

“I dunno, bros. It’s a tough call.” Throttle said with slight doubt in his voice. “We’re illegal aliens, stuck on a planet we barely even know.” He then grew a smug look. “On the other hand, to point out some things, we know there’s a Plutarkian right here in the city causing trouble, and to make it even better…” He looks at Charley. “We can look at someone’s memory to know some things about this place while also learning more about the planet ourselves.”

Charley began putting two and two together from what Throttle said as she says, “You don’t really mean…”

Throttle nodded his head while tapping a finger on the side of it, knowing what he meant by that.

Charley was a little nervous. Sure she knew that the Martian Mice could share their memories to her, but to actually look at her memories, knowing full well that they could either change or erase any with a single thought made her scratch the back of her head while saying, “I dunno, guys. I’m not really sure-”

“Hey, don’t worry about it sweetheart,” Vincent assured her. “If you're worried that will mess around with your memories, I promise we won’t touch anything. We just want to take a look, that’s all.”

“Do you mean it?” Charley said with a firm voice while crossing her arms.

Vincent raised his right hand and made a vow. “Biker’s honor, same as my bros. Right guys?”

Throttle and Modo nodded as they too raised their right hands, signifying their vow never to mess around with her memories, only to look at the important stuff that might be useful to them.

Charley sighed in relief while dropping her arms, knowing that she could finally trust these three Martian Mice. She places her hands on her hips and says, “Alright, but there is one condition if you guys wanna do this.”

“Alright shoot,” Throttle says.

“Your ship needs to be repaired, so maybe I can help you with that.”

“You sure about that,” Throttle cocks an eyebrow. “It’s gonna take a long time to mend that mangled mess of metal.”

Charley “psht” then says, “So, it’s like I said, you're talking to the best wrench jockey here in Chi-Town. It doesn’t matter how long it takes for me until it gets done and not to mention it gives me a chance to know more about your world from looking inside your ship while you guys learn more about my world. It’s a big win-win for all of us.”

The biker mice murmured at one another, agreeing to what Charley said. After that was done, Vincent says while grabbing his helmet off of the handlebar, “Well, now that we got everything planned out and even the bachelor pad thing together. All this excitement has made me hungry so how about we grab a little chow.”

“I know a great cheese shop you guys could eat downtown.”

“Ugh!” The biker mice exclaimed in disgust.

Charley was shocked at the way they reacted, then Modo crossed his arms and said, “Seriously Charley-ma’am, what do you take us for anyway?”

“Uh...mice,” Charley shrugged her shoulders. “I mean, doesn’t your kind even eat cheese?” The biker mice nodded their heads no to her. “Seriously, not a single shred?” Once again, they nodded their heads no.

Charley was a little surprised, she knew that the mice in her world would eat cheese, but compared to Martian Mice, they don’t even eat cheese which made her ask, “But why?”

“Trust us, Charley-girl,” Throttle says. “You don’t wanna know about that, yet.”

“Okay, um...What do you guys eat?”

“Well, the usual,” Vincent says. “Meat, junk food-”

“Don’t forget fruits and vegetables,” Modo added.

“And some good drinks if your world has any,” Throttle also added.

“Well, we got a lot of those besides cheese,” Charley says. “I can even introduce you guys to one of my personal favorites...root beer.”

“Root beer?” Modo says with a confused look. “What’s that?”

“Oh, trust me, you're gonna love it.”

“Well, what are we waiting for guys?” Throttle says as he and Modo take their helmets off of the handlebars, then all three of the biker mice put them on while pressing a button on the sides of their helmets, closing their visors. “Let’s-”

“I got this one, bro,” Vincent says as he wraps his tail around Charley and brings her to sit behind him. They began starting their engines. “Alright you mammajammers, let’s rock…”

“Uh, guys,” Charley says nervously. “Can we please take it eas-AAAAAAH!” She was interrupted as they did wheelies, making Charley quickly wrap her arms around Vincent’s waist as they took off.

“And ride!” The biker mice shouted in unison as they left Wrigley Field and rode towards the city of Chi-Town with the afternoon sun hanging above the sky.

Their time and stay on the planet Earth had already just begun.