Chapter 1
The Biker Mice from Mars pulled up to the Last Chance Garage as the Limburger's tower tumbled to the ground once again, defeating Limburger's plans.
"Let's go and grab Charley to celebrate," Vinnie suggested.
The garage was open with a car sitting on the high rack and a motorcycle parked inside, all waiting for their turn. There was another bike in pieces tucked away in the corner at the back of her shop. Charley had her back turned to them, searching through her cabinets when the mice pulled up.
"Hey, sweetheart," Vinnie called out to her, making her cringe. She turned around, wearing dark sunglasses and holding a small white plastic bottle in her hands.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?" he asked.
"I have a migraine," she explained. Throttle noticed Vinnie looking at him, where he shrugged his shoulders at him. He didn't know what a migraine was.
"It's a really bad headache," she said, struggling with the small bottle.
"We came here to see if you are up for some celebrating. Limburger won't be bothering us for some time," Throttle said. Charley looked at him, almost glaring through her dark glasses.
"I can't, I have too much work to do. Why can't I get this damn thing open," she said, almost screaming in frustration. She threw the bottle across the room where Vinnie caught it in mid-air.
Throttle was taken aback, Charley had never lost her temper like that before. Vinnie opened the bottle with ease, handing it to her. She took the bottle, heading over to the sink. Throttle looked at the cars and bikes that needed to be fixed.
She was right, she had a lot of work to do and from the way she was holding herself, she was hurting. She had never shown her pain before; she was always that tough girl who could handle whatever the world threw at her. Until now.
The mice dismounted from their bikes. The brown mouse looked at his brothers, where he knew that they were thinking the same thing. They began working, helping her with her workload.
He watched Vinnie picking up the air drill and started working when suddenly he heard a glass breaking over where Charley was.
"Damn it," she cursed. He watched her lean over the sink, taking a drink from the running tap. Vinnie continued with his drill.
"What are you doing?" she called out, rubbing her temples and leaning against the table.
"We thought we could help you out," Throttle suggested. Normally, he knew that she would appreciate the help, but by the way she looked, today wasn't going to be that day.
"No, I want you -" she started to say when Vinnie started up on the drill again.
"Vincent van Wham, if you do not put down that drill right now, I swear to God, I'm going to kill you," she said in a low voice.
All of the mice stopped working, looking at her. Charley had never threatened them like that. Her threats were always harmless like painting their bike pink or decorating their helmets with glitter.
"Are you alright, Charley-girl?" Throttle asked her in his low husky voice.
"I have a really bad headache which lights and loud noises are making worse. Please, leave now," she said.
"We can be quiet," Vinnie said as he walked up to her.
Throttle knew that despite Vinnie was trying to be helpful, he somehow crossed the line with her. She grabbed him by his white ear, dragging him along as she walked out of the garage.
"Owe, owe," he said, trying to keep up with her pace.
"All of you out," she said. She let go of him once they were outside.
Both Throttle and Modo soon followed them, fearful that she was going to do the same thing to them. Charley shut the door as she went inside, leaving the mice standing there dumbfounded.
"Whoa, she really meant it," Modo commented.
"Yeah, I'm sure once her migraine is gone, she will be in a better mood," Throttle commented, yet not really sure himself. Did they really go too far with her?
"So now what?" Vinnie asked, still rubbing his ear. The mice climbed on their bikes and drove away.
They tossed a few ideas to each other as they drove around the city trying to figure out what to do. "We could grab a couple of hot dogs and watch a game at our place," Vinnie offered.
The lights at the end of the street turned red to which the mice stopped. Throttle let out a sigh, not really excited about it. He had lost track of how many times they had done that. He wanted to do something other than watching a game.
"Or we could go here," Modo said and pointed over to an electric store beside them. The window had stacks of TVs, all showing the same commercial. Despite that they couldn't hear it, the commercial showed bikers driving around a racetrack, drivers from old to young, boy to girl.
"Dude, they even have hot dogs," Vinnie exclaimed, slapping Throttle's back when he saw a hot dog stand there. He almost fell off his bike, but managed to regain his balance on his bike. "Riddick's Rides" appeared on the screen before the commercial ended.
A car horn blared at the bikers where they realized that the light was already green. They turned onto a side street, away from the main road.
"Oh man, we got to check out that place, "Vinnie said excitedly.
"I'm with you bro," Throttle said. "Let's rock and ride."