Day 1, week 1
Dear Diary,
You'll never believe what happened to me tonight. I met the most amazing new friends a lonely girl like me living in one of the roughest neighborhoods of Chicago can have. These guys are definitely not from around here.
They're out of this world, literally. Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me explain. It all started at the Last Chance garage. I had just picked up a wrench to do some much needed repair work on my truck when Lawrence Limburger sent one of his flunkies to hassle me. A big, ugly muscle-bound ape named Greasepit. Limburger is this rich big shot who's bought and dug up a lot of the land in this neighborhood. He's been after me for months to try to get me to sell him the garage.
I had no intentions of selling, of course, but he thought he'd turn up the heat and sent this creep to try to make me. I pinned him to the ceiling with the car lift but he got down and was coming after me. I ran and slipped on some of the grease that oozed from him. It wasn't looking good for me. I don't know what I would've done next if my new friends hadn't shown up.
"Hey, citizen, why don't you leave the lady alone?" I looked up to see a guy in biker clothes leaning against the doorpost. I couldn't see his face because he wore a motorcycle helmet.
"Who's gonna make me?"Greasepit answered him back.
"Who's gonna make me? 'Who's Gonna Make Me is my middle name. I'm gonna make ya!" He countered. I felt relief. Someone was fighting for me. He took out two things that began glowing. They looked like flares. He began charging towards Greasepit getting ready to slug him when he slipped on the grease like I did. My heart sank as I saw him fall and slam into the wall. Then Greasepit stood over him taunting him. I thought, oh, man, the guy's a goner. Then two more bikers crashed through the window tackling the greasy guy and saving their friend.
"You got a real dump, lady."Greasepit told me,"'Place is crawling with rats!"
One of the bikers, one taller than the rest got really mad when he said that. He had some kind of bionic arm that shot out a laser. Another biker dropped a whole bunch of tires on Greasepit while the biker who tried to help me before kicked the tires rolling Greasegutt out of the garage.
After all the excitement wore off, I saw standing before me three six-foot tall alien mice. They had two red antennas on their heads. My first reaction was to fend them off with the wrench I had in my hand.
"Don't come any closer, you-" I said.
"Whoa! Calm down. Don't break a nail. I just came to get my bike repaired."One of them replied. I couldn't believe it. I calmed down when I saw they meant me no harm.
"I was just saved by giant gerbils." I said.
"Mice, ma'am." He replied. He was a caramel-colored mouse who wore black-rimmed sunglasses with green shades. I found out his name was Throttle. He spoke in this soft, kinda sexy voice. He told me he and his two friends were from the planet Mars. Their planet had been invaded by a race of smelly, overweight fish aliens called Plutorkians that used up their own natural resources and were now stealing them from other planets. They then strip-mined Mars reducing it to a dry desert.
"Here, let me show you." He touched my forehead with his antennas that glowed like burning umbers.
He showed me his memories of Plutork's invasion by projecting them into my mind. I can't explain it but it was like I was there and saw Mars being violated as it was robbed of all of its natural resources. I knew he was telling me the truth.
The white mouse that first fought with Greasepit was named Vinnie. He wore a metal plexiglass mask on his face. Throttle explained that Vinnie lost half his face during the war. That's why he wore the mask.
"Yeah, but that's okay because what's underneath is grade-A material!"Vinnie crowed, posing and flexing well-sculptured biceps.
The guy's a major flirt. I don't think he would ever take anything serious to save his life. From the moment we met, he's was doing things to get me to notice him. I don't think any cute girl would fail to get his attention.
The other mouse is Modo. He's taller than the others and has dark, grey fur. He lost his arm during the war against Plutork so now he has a bionic arm. It has all kinds of cool gadgets including a GPS device. He's very well mannered and polite.
As Throttle told me about what the invaders did to Mars, I began to suspect that's what was happening in Chicago. What they went through on Mars was now happening on Earth. I suspected that's why Limburger was buying up so much of my neighborhood. I showed them the bulldozers digging up a nearby lot.
The mice soon learned that Limburger himself was a Plutorkian bent on strip-mining Earth like he did Mars. The mice are now fighting to protect Earth from suffering the same fate as Mars. They also have to get used to Earth's culture. Fortunately, they're fast learners.
The one problem they had was getting their ship out of Quigley field's scoreboard. They were on their way back to Mars when it was shot down by the Plutorkians. Now they were stranded on Earth. I then suggested they use the Scoreboard as a hideout from their enemies. Throttle at first thought it was crazy till I told him Limburger would never find them.
They thought what I said made sense. It's the perfect hiding place from Limburger. The guys love their new pad. Now Vinnie wanted to grab something to eat. I told them about a cheese shop downtown. And do you know they cringed?
"Ugh!" They groaned.
"What do we look like?" Modo asked, arms folded.
"Mice." I replied. Weird, huh? They're mice but they hate cheese. Then Vinnie suggested hot dogs and root beers. The other two agreed. Before I could say anymore, Vinnie wrapped his tail around my waist and I felt myself picked up. He placed me gently behind him on his bike. I can tell my life is going to get interesting from now on.
Till tomorrow, Charley!
Day 2, Week 1
The next morning I went to the Scoreboard to check on my new friends. They greeted me warmly. They had been using sleeping bags which they placed on the floor.
"Hey, guys." I said.
"Morning, Miss Davidson." Throttle answered.
"Call me Charley. Everyone does around here."I said.
"'Sweetheart. Can stay away from the Vin-man, huh?" Vinnie teased.
"Nice to see you, too." I replied, flatly.
"Morning, Miss Charley-ma'am." Modo said, giving me a smile.
"Big guy. Um, I brought you guys some furniture to use." I said, "I'm gonna need some help bringing it in so if..."
"I'll help." Modo said.
"We'll all help." Throttle said.
Vinnie flashed me a flirtatious smile.
"I'd do anything for you, doll."He said.
I had went to several Goodwill shops to find the guys stuff they needed for their new place. Within an hour, we had a bunk bed and a twin bed installed in their room, a table. and chairs, and a sofa.
"And I found a great TV set in case you guys get bored." I said, placing it on a end table in front of the sofa.
"Um, Charley- ma'am?" Modo asked, eying the strange box object. "What's TV?"
"Television. You never heard of-"
It soon dawned on me: hello? Alien mice living in caves on another planet? They aren't going to know about that stuff.
"I'll show you." I put the tv on. There was a wresting match going. The mice were enthralled. They watched breathlessly as one wrestler did a Pilediver move on another wrestler. Soon they were hooked. With stopping Limburger, they didn't watch too many pictures. But they had their favorite shows. For Modo it was Law and Order. Vinnie liked Beverly Hills 90210 and Saved By The Bell. Throttle 's favorite was Dawson's Creek.
It was so shocking to me that these three adorable mouse aliens from Mars would find their way into my life. But they have and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Till tomorrow, Charley!
