Coming home from another rumble at Limburger Tower, Modo has a...slight problem. (Oneshot)

Disclaimer: I do not own BMFM. This is just a little torture fic for my fav grey mouse, (couldn't think of a whole story for this, but the image was too funny to pass up.)

The Shaggy Mouse

Charley was working peacefully under a Chevy truck, humming the tune to one of her all-time favorite songs. It had been ages since she'd heard it, so this was a special treat. She was really going to have to break down and just buy the damn record, but all she wanted was the one song. All that money for one song, what a waste--

Her musings were cut short as the kitchen door suddenly slammed open, very heavy footsteps stomping through the room. She rolled out from under the vehicle, wrench in hand and ready to rumble if it was Greasepit. The sound of Vinnie hysterically laughing made her put it down as she got up from her roll-stand, going to the kitchen to see what was wrong.

Her jaw dropped at the sight. Vinnie was clutching his sides in laughter, while Throttle's lips were twitching in an effort to not join in. Modo was silently fuming, the look on his face promising bloody murder to the white mouse if he didn't shut up soon.

Every inch of fur on the grey mouse's body, from tips of his ears to tops of his feet, had exploded in growth. His fur topped out a length of six to eight inches long, all of it sticking straight out in a bizzare afro. The Martian mouse now had an uncanny resemblance to Cousin It. (If Cousin It had a cannon for an arm and a deadly glower on his face.)

Charley was too stunned to laugh. "What...Modo, what in god's name happened to you?"

All she heard was an angry muttering of, "Karbunkle...bald...formuala..."

She cocked an eyebrow at the tan mouse. "Translation?"

Throttle tried to keep his composure as he explained. "Well, we were trashing the Tower like normal when we busted into Karbunkle's lab. A-apparently"--he was trying, oh gods he was trying--"he's been going bald and was trying to make a formula that would guarantee hair gr--growth--(ha ha gasp)--and during the fight, some of it spilled on Modo and"--He bit his lip hard, but couldn't contain the laugh that finally escaped. It grew and grew until he was in no better shape than Vinnie, his grip on the kitchen counter all that held him upright.

"He looks like a pissed off Chia Pet!" Vinnie said through his guffaws. "No, wait, wait, we need to go to the orphanage."

Charley felt her mouth twitch. "Why's that?"

"The girls'll love braiding his hair!"

Charley made an incredible effort to not picture that.

"Think about it," the white mouse gasped. "All the pretty little pink bows!!"

Throttle started howling in laughter at that.

Modo sucked in a breath and in a perfectly calm voice told his two bros exactly where they could go and what to do to themselves.

If anything they laughed harder, Vinnie in a fetal position on the ground with tears streaking down his face. He barely got out his next words. "St-static...electricity...on crack! S-Spazzed out porqupine!"

Throttle sounded like he was having an asthma attack, barely able to wave a hand at his white-furred bro to plead for him to stop.

No such luck. "Light socket's revenge!"

Charley shook her head, taking the grey mouse's hand in her own. "Come on, big guy, we're not gonna get anything intelligent out of them for a while. Let's get you cleaned up."

Life was certainly never boring with them around, that was for sure.