What were Charley's thoughts when she first met the Biker Mice? I believe if she had a diary, this is what she would say:

Dear Diary,

What a night! I met the most amazing new friends a girl can have. These guys are definitely not from Chicago.
They're out of this world, literally. Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me explain. It all started at the 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. The guy looked like he hadn't had a bath in a year. His body just leaked of oil and grease. Limburger is this rich bigshot who bought 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 Last Chance garage.

I have 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 had the drop on him till I slipped and fell on some grease that oozed from the guy. I don't know what I would've done next if my new friends hadn't shown up. One of them was who wore a motorcycle helmet tried to stop the greasy guy from bothering me. He put on a brave front till he ran to slug him. He slipped on grease like I did and ran into the wall. The greasy guy was standing over him and yelling when his other two friends came crashing through a window. A big fight broke out and they scared him off.

I was freaked out when I saw these guys weren't human. I was just saved by six-foot tall mice dressed like bikers with red antennas on their heads. I calmed down when I saw they meant me no harm. There were three of was a caramel colored mouse with sunglasses. He spoke in this soft, kinda sexy voice. He told me they were from the planet Mars and that their planet had been invaded by the Plutorkians. They were a race of these smelly, overweight fish aliens that used up their own resources and now were stealing natural resources from other planets.

The mouse with the glasses I found out was named Throttle. He showed me his memories of Plutork's invasion by projecting them into my mind with his antennas that glowed like fire. 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 wore a metal mask on his face. His name is Vinnie. He's a bit of a flirt. I don't think he ever takes anything seriously. 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. He's well mannered and very polite.

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 and I are now fighting to protect Earth from Plutork. I hope we succeed. I found the perfect place to keep Limburger from finding them: The Quigley field scoreboard. They love their new pad. We're now going to get hot dogs and root beers since they don't like cheese.
Till tomorrow, Charley.