Framed-Chapter 1
It was a cool, crisp day at the garage. They had set up a portable basketball hoop outside. Throttle, Vinnie, and Modo were shooting hoops. Vinnie ran in front of his bros dribbling the ball.
"And leading his team to victory is none other than Vinnie Van Wham!" He exclaimed, happily, "He leaps, he shoots, he scores!"
Throttle and Modo watch as Vinnie leaped into the air as the ball sails out of his hands and into the basket.
"The women swoon! The crowd goes wild!"
Vinnie then imitated the imaginary crowd cheering him. "Just when I thought his ego couldn't get any bigger." Modo said, shaking his head.
"Well, we know what the topic of conversation going to be for the next six months."Throttle muttered.
The ball went through the basket and bounced on the cement floor and rolled away. It was caught and picked up by Charley who stood in the garage doorway.
"Sweetheart! Shoot a few hoops with us?" Vinnie asked, when he saw her. Unfortunately, Charley wasn't smiling. "Is something wrong, Charley-girl?" Throttle asked. He could see something was bothering her. "There's something you guys need to see." She replied, motioning for them to enter the living room.
As soon as they entered and sat on the couch, she put on the tv. The six o' clock news was on.
A female newsreporter and an older gentleman stood in front of Chicago's First National Bank.
"And so this was the news today. We were told a trio of motorcycling robbers stormed in and robbed the bank of $200,000 dollars. Here with me is Mr. Ford, one of the bank's managers. What can you tell us about the robbers?"
"Well, they were dressed like giant mice in biker clothes. One of them had on black glasses with green shades, the other one was a white mouse,
and the other gray."He said.
"We're also told they were responsible for three other robberies in the area including three convenience stores." The newsreporter said.
The Biker Mice sat there with open mouths. They grew pale. Then angry.
"This is crazy! We didn't do any of this!" Vinnie retorted.
"I know you didn't but the outside public is thinking otherwise." Charley replied.
"Someone set us up!"Throttle said, angrily, "No prizes for guessing who."
"Limburger! That makes me mad!" Modo said, his eye glowed a bright scarlet red.
"Guys, we have to find out who's impersonating you. I don't doubt Limburger's behind this but we have to find the fake Biker Mice." Charley said.
"First of all, sweetheart. There's only one Biker Mice. Second, I say we go after Stinkpot and kick his tuna tail!"Vinnie replied, stoutly.
"That overstuffed gefilte fish has gone too far!" Throttle shouted, slamming his fist into the den table splitting it in half.
"Sorry." He said, pausing to notice what he had done. Charley was frowning. "Let's skin that trout head!" Modo shouted.
"Guys, listen to me. We-"Charley began.
Unfortunately, the mice were too steamed to listen to anyone. And once they got like that all bets were off. They already were out the door and on their bikes.
"OOOOOOH! Those guys! That's their solution to a problem: Blow up everything in sight or beat up anything that moves." Charley fumed, as she watched them ride off, "Looks like it's up to me to save the day."