It was finally over. After all the battles they've had with Limburger as well as all the times they defeated him. It was over at last. With one final blow via the Tug Transformer, they shot him into space never to return. Earth was saved. They could return back to Mars.
They rejoiced then they discovered an even more dangerous threat looming over Earth.
Something they didn't notice till it was too late.
Two Weeks Later
They had come by the Last Chance Garage that lugged a large laundry bag over his shoulder.
"Hope Charley-girl's home. I got stuff to wash."He said.
"Maybe you should wait till she's in a good mood, bro. Today's Friday, you know."Modo told him.
"So?"
"So Fridays are her busiest days at the garage."Throttle said, "Oh, here she comes. Keep quiet."
Charley Davidson strolled in happily. "Too happy." Throttle thought.
"Hi, guys. Nice day, isn't it? The kind that makes you glad to be alive!"She crowed, stretching out her arms and smiling blissfully.
"You okay, Charley-ma'am?" Modo asked her. He'd never seen her in such good spirits. "Never better."She replied, chuckling.
"Then do you mind if I-?"Vinnie began.
She saw the laundry bag and smiled.
"Of course you can use the washing machine and dryer, Vin. Use plenty of soap. Stay all day if you want."
"All day?" Vinnie asked, puzzled.
"What about all your customers?" Throttle asked her.
"I'm closing the garage today. I'm taking the day off. No one will be here. Besides, I've got plans."
"What plans?" Vinnie asked.
Then they heard a knock at the door.
"Gotta go."She replied, "Coming."
She went to answer it. The mice looked out the window to see a white truck pull up and a sandy-haired man get out.
He walked up to Charley handing her a bouquet of flowers and kissing her on the cheek. She blushed and smiled. He then put his arm around her helping her into the truck.
"That explains why she's so chipper."Throttle said.
"Who's this clown?"Vinnie asked. Jealousy raged in his heart. "I didn't know Charley-ma'am was seeing anyone." Modo said, "'Wonder why she didn't tell us."
"Probably has her reasons. Give her time. She'll tell us when she gets ready."Throttle reasoned.
"The time should've been now."Vinnie said,"What's that guy got that I don't?"
"I mean look at this massive warrior work of art!" He exclaimed, flexing his muscles and chest.
The other two shook their heads. Their young bro hasn't learned yet, that some women were swayed by a guy's personality and not his looks alone. And he probably never will.
Charley and her male companion went to a new theme park called Dreamland. It was built after the Plutorkians' defeat and departure from Earth. It was full of visitors. A man had just got out of the stall in the men's bathroom. He went to the sink to wash his hands and drew back.
There in the sink was what appeared to be a little snake. Suddenly the man was overpowered by three figures in black. The man was wrestled to the ground. His arms were tied behind his back with plastic twist ties and his mouth taped with duct tape.
"Is he secure?"One of them asked the other two.
"Yes."
"Good."He replied, as his face came into focus. The man that spoke was Charley's date. "Take him to the lab."
Soon the man was strapped facedown on a table. He looked around fearfully. "Just relax. We are not going to kill you. We just need the use of your body."Charley's date said, smiling fiendishly.
Then he snapped his fingers. A machine with a large needle hovered over the nape of the man's neck. He shook his head when he looked up. He was shoved and held down. The needle was injected into the man. He screamed, but his cries were muffled by the duct tape. One of the figures brought over a copper bowl. He inserted tongs into the bowl pulling up what looked like a small, wriggling snake. It was placed on the man. The snake-like creature crawled up his back towards the newly made hole in his neck. It went into the hole and was never seen again. The man instantly stopped crying and moaning. It was as if all of his emotions were muted. The man stared at the figures with a blank stare.
"6895, can you hear me?" Charley's date asked him.
The man turned to him and nodded. The hole was covered with a bandage. He was then unstrapped from the table.
"Come with us."The other figures said. The man, now 6895, followed them. One of the figures stayed behind.
"The queen wishes to have an audience with you, 7115." He told Charley's date.
"Let it be so." 7115 replied as a tiny cube was placed into his hands. It glowed with an unearthly glow.
"Greetings, mistress."He said, placing his fist to his heart.
"Have you brought me the ones called the Biker Mice?" a voice asked from the cube.
"Not yet, but, I've acquired another human host. That makes forty this week."
"Why haven't you brought the mice? They were supposed to come to me."
"I brought the girl. She's their friend. They trust her. If we make her one of us, they'll be sure to follow." "Do not fail me, 7115, or I will destroy you. Remember that." Then the image disappeared.
He went out of the restroom to find Charley sitting on a bench sipping the last of her grape soda.
"Hey, it's late."She said, when he approached her,"We should be getting back."
"But there's something I want to show you."He replied, trying to smile.
"Not now. I'm tired. Besides, I want you to meet my friends."She said.
"Okay."He sighed.
Meanwhile at the garage, the mice were chilling out. Vinnie put his clothes in the wash and got it going. While Modo had the tv on. A James Bomb movie was on. One of their favorites. Vinnie was too upset to watch. The thought of Charley. His Charley. Out on a date with a man?
"You might as well get used to it, bro."Throttle told him, "He's part of her life now."
"Charley should've told us." Vinnie said.
Throttle got up from the sofa to get a root beer when he stepped into some thing wet on the floor. He looked down to see soapy water.
"How much soap did you put in that machine?" He asked.
Soon all mice went to the laundry room. Soap suds were coming from under the door. "Oh, man!"Vinnie yelled, rushing into the laundry room followed by his bros. The three mice were now swimming in a sea of soap suds. "She said use plenty of soap so that's what I did." he said, holding up the empty box of detergent.
"She meant a cup and a half not the whole stinking box!"Throttle replied. "Oh, mama! You dun messed up, bro."Modo exclaimed.
"Hey, guys!" said a voice from outside.
"Charley is so gonna kill me!" Vinnie said.
"Let's file out. Maybe she won't notice."
The mice went outside to see Charley and her date staring at them curiously.
"Sweetheart, I can explain..."
"Guys, say hi to Trevor Stone."She beamed, introducing her date.
"Glad to finally meet you all. Char has told me so much about you."He said, extending his hand to the bewildered mice.
"Char?"Vinnie asked, glacing at Charley with a questioning look.
"His nickname for me. Isn't that cute?"She squealed. "'Makes you all warm and fuzzy inside."Vinnie replied, sarcastically. It was plain he didn't like Trevor one little bit.
The guy couldn't even pronounce her name right. "So how long have you two been together?"Throttle asked.
"Two weeks. I met Trevor at a motorcycle conference in Michigan. We hit it off instantly."Charley said.
"Well, I'm happy for both of you, Miss Charley."Modo said.
"Thank you, Modo."
Trevor meanwhile bent down to tie his shoe when Throttle noticed a bandage on the back of his neck. Then he straightened up to face them.
"Oh, darn it."He exclaimed, slapping his pockets.
"Trevor, what's wrong?" Charley asked.
"My wallet. I must've left it at the amusement park. I'd better go back and get it."
"I'll go with you."Charley said.
"No. It's a pretty dangerous neighborhood. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."He told her.
"Don't be silly. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."
"We're coming, too."Vinnie said.
"Thanks."Trevor said.
"I'm doing it for Charley-girl not for you."
"Vinnie!" Charley said, frowning at the white mouse who put on his helmet and rode off. The other two followed him.
"I'm sorry."She told him.
"They'll warm up to me in time."