The Mouse Who Would Be King- Chapter 1
Lawrence Limburger was in a tizzy. It wasn't often the High Chairman, Lord Camenbert, of Plutark called in the middle of the night. Oh, he would contact him at inopportune times such as when he was taking a bath or after Limburger's latest failure to strip mine the Earth thanks to the Biker Mice
. It was four in the morning in Chicago. A time when the windy city was still as a tomb. The only sound you heard was a crumpled up greasy bag from a fast food place tumbling across the dark alley. At Limburger Plaza, The Big Cheese himself had retired for the night. He slumbered on unaware that the vidcom had come on.
The obese form of Lord Camembert filled the screen.
"LIMBURGER!" He bellowed.
Limburger jumped up and fell out of bed, stunned and dazed. He pushed back the eye mask covering his eyes to glance up.
"Lord Camenbert. To what do I owe this great and unexpected honor of yourpresence?" He asked, with as much as fake pleasantness he could muster.
"Spare me the flattery. Now then, first the Plutarkian greeting."
"I hardly think I'm properly attired at the moment. So, if you'll allow me..."He began, glancing down at the gaudy purple pajamas he wore.
"Now!"
Limburger sighed and bent down back to the screen.
Lord Camembert did the same till their rear ends were touching. Then both of them extended their arms out.
"Cheek to cheek and stink to stink as Plutark rules the galaxy shrink. Wooooooo!" They intoned.
What followed were embarrassing arm pit noises. Then they got up.
"Ah, much better." The High Chairman murmured, "I have a job for you. Something hopefully even you can't screw up. My wife's birthday is in a week and I promised I would steal her Earth land. Get me this land at all costs."
"Oh, right away, Your Respected ness." Limburger replied, bowing, "And I know just the place. Quigley Stadium."
"Don't fail me, Limburger, or you'll be scrubbing out my toilet with your tongue!" He screamed. Then the screen went blank. Limburger stuck out his tongue at the screen. He hated that old blowhard as much as he hated the Biker Mice.
Maybe even more. But now wasn't the time to dwell on that. There was work to be done. He went to his desk.
"Carbunkle!" He called, pressing a button on his vidcom. The deranged doctor appeared on screen clad in a sleepcap.
"You bellowed, Your Buttery fatness?"
"I need something that can remove that infernal sports arena and ship it to Plutark immediately."
"I have just the thing, Your Rotundness. Say hello to an old friend." Carbunkle gestured to his right.
"The Tug Transporter! You've rebuilt it? I thought those heinous hampsters demolished it."
"Not completely." He told him, then with a cruel smile, "But I added a nasty surprise in care our whiskered adversaries try to stop us." He then pressed a button on the Transporter. From all sides came missiles and lasers.
"Their days are numbered!" The Big Cheese chuckled along with Carbunkle.
It was five a.m. at Quigley Stadium, Throttle had just gotten up and was now waking Vinnie. Modo had already gotten up.
"Wake up, bro. Hero business." Throttle said, shaking him.
"Argh! It's so early. Can't I have five more minutes?" He yawned.
"Looks like somebody shouldnt have stayed up late to watch Sharknado on the Syfy channel." Throttle chuckled.
"Hey, that movie was educational. I learned a lot." He replied.
"Exactly how is a movie about sharks falling out of the sky and attacking people educational?"Modo asked, grinning.
"Simple, I learned that a chainsaw can really do some serious damage especially on those sharks. I so know what I want for Christmas this year." Vinnie said, a gleam in his eyes.
"Forget it. You're not getting a chainsaw." Throttle told him.
"I could get Charley-girl to install it on my bike." He thought, dreamily running his hands together, " I'd be the envy of all the other bikers on Mars."
"Hang it up, Vinnie." Modo said. They knew once their bro got a crazy idea in his head there was no stopping him.
"I'd slice and dice Old Cheesebreath's dune buggies like -"
"Vincent!" Throttle shouted. That was enough to wake the younger mouse out of his daze. Throttle only used full names when he was pissed or running out of patience. Vinnie knew enough not to get on his nerves.
"And speaking of the Stinkfish. It's been too quiet. "
"Think that hallibutt is up to something?" Modo asked.
"I wouldn't put it past him to try something. What it is I don't know. Now let's-"
His words were cut off as the mice felt the walls and the floor moving. Within minutes, all three were thrown to the floor.
"Suit up?" Throttle questioned. All three of them glanced at each other with confused looks.
They rode out to the top of the scoreboard.
"We've got company, bros." Vinnie pointed.
Hovering above them a giant airship. Manning it was Greasepit. Limburger sat next to him while Carbunkle was holding a large remote and just hit a button. The mice fought to keep their balance. The whole stadium with them on it was being lifted up into the air.
"We gotta stop Old Lardbutt from shipping Quigley Stadium to Plutark." Throttle said.
"How's he doing this?" Modo asked.
"Bros, scope it out!" Vinnie pointed, looking down. The bottom of Quigley stadium not to mention the land was fastened with three metal bands and chain ropes. These ropes were attached to a giant rocket. The mice gasped as they realized what it was.
"Hey, is that-?" Vinnie began asking.
"The Tug Transporter. Doc Ugh face's been busy." Throttle replied, matter of factly.
"You're right, my hirsute friend. But neither you nor your two comrades will be able to stop me this time!"Limburger cackled.
"We gotta stop it cold! Time to take out the trash!" Modo replied, aiming and firing a laser from his bionic arm. Vinnie and Throttle took out blasters aiming for the rope chains. Carbunkle pressed a button on the remote. Suddenly missiles came from the sides of the Tug Transporter towards the mice.
"Jump and Glide number Three! Now! " Throttle told his two friends. All three bikes did a pop a wheelie and dove into the air out of the path of the missiles. The bikes flipped over in midair then air gliders shot out from the sides of the bikes.
"Nice." Modo commented.
"'Better not celebrate just yet. Incoming!" Throttle pointed. The missiles turned around heading straight for them.
"Guided missiles! Mighta known Cheese breath would try this." Modo groaned.
"Wanton destruction! What a rush!" Vinnie gushed.
"I said it before you're a wild man, Vin." Modo told him.
"You hum it, I'll strum it." Vinnie replied, grinning.
"Uh, hello? Life threatening situation. Can we focus here?" Throttle told his two friends.
"We gotta divert those missiles! Time to play chicken, bros. Follow my lead."
All three mice flew away from the Tug Transporter followed by the missiles.
"Ha ha! Look at the loser miceys run!" Greasepit teased.
"They've met their doom. I've won!" Limburger laughed.
"Uh, I don't think so, your Super Portliness." Carbunkle said. The mice doubled back and soon landed on top of the airship the three villains were in.
"No. No! Noooooo!" Limburger exclaimed, as the mice smiled and waved to him before diving off. The missiles struck the airship blowing it to bits.
The Biker Mice then shot off the rope chains that were fastened around Quigley Stadium. Then metal cables shot out of their bikes. Throttle detacted the Tug Transporter. They then gently lowered the stadium back into its proper place.
"Time to send this special delivery!' Throttle said, activating the portal and sending the Tug Transporter to Plutark. The mice then highgived each other with their tails.
"Ah, don't know about you, bros, but I love this job!" Throttle sighed, as he watched Limburger, Greasepit, and Carbunkle parachute to the ground.
"Gets my adrenaline pumping!" Vinnie crowed.
"Yeah, who needs exercise? We get plenty stomping Hallibutt and his flunkies!" Modo chuckled.
"You heinous hamsters haven't seen the last of me! I will have my revenge!" Limburger raged, as he and his two flunkies, battered and dirty, ran off in defeat.
" You can try." Throttle chuckled.
"But it ain't gonna happen." Modo said.
"'Cause we're the baddest mammajammas in the universe!" Vinnie crowed.
Limburger had just arrived in his office and taken off his burned suit and mask. He put on another one and mask. LordCamembert's image appeared on the screen. Greasepit and Carbunkle limped into his office.
"LIMBURGER! You Imbecile! I asked for a city. Can't you do anything right?" The High chairman blurted out.
"Oh, is anything wrong, Your Lordship?"
"Don't give me that! What is the Tug Transporter doing in my garden?" He asked, "I swear if you'd-'
"So, it is. Then my test run was a success then."
"Test run?" Lord Camembert asked, puzzled. This was hardly the usual response he got from Limburger when he thought he bungled a job.
"Why yes, I plan to ship you that city there." Limburger replied, pointing to a random place on a map on his wall.
"Excellent, Limburger. I expect to see it in the next few days." Screen went blank.
"Maybe that'll keep that big windbag out of my hair." Limburger said.
"Satfuristain? Where's that?" Greasepit asked, pointing where he pointed on the map.
"That's Saturnistan, you moronic buffoon." Limburger told him.
"But how will you get that land, Your Buttery Fatness? It's in a remote part of Afghanistan." Carbunkle pointed out.
"Perfect. I can go some place where there is no interference from those meddling mice. The people of that region are quite primitive. I'll trick them into handing over their land. Once I ship it off to Plutark, the High Chairman will reward me handsomely."
The Next Morning..
"Hey, bros, check it out!" Modo pointing at the TV. Throttle, Vinnie, and Charley turned to look. There was a TV reporter and crew filming Limburger standing in the middle of a rain forest.
Next to him was an old man dressed in a long flowing robe with a gold sash tied to the waist and a small beanie like cap on his head.
"And this just in. War continues to break out in Saturnistan as the two neighboring tribes can't reach an agreement. Many people have tried to get them to make peace with each other to no avail. Top Industrialist now turned humanitarian Lawrence Limburger has decided to change all that by getting them to agree to a treaty.""The lady reporter said.
"Okay, what's wrong with this picture? A Plutarkian helping someone?" Throttle said.
"Yeah, the only person he ever helped has been himself to other people's land." Modo spat out.
"Let's go crash his party!" Vinnie exclaimed.
"Yeah!." Charley said.
Modo shut off the tv and got on his bike followed by his bros.
Vinnie's tail snaked around Charley's waist placing her behind him bike while she put on her helmet.
"Next stop: Saturnistan." She said.
Meanwhile Lawrence Limburger was being interviewed.
"So Mr. Limburger, what are your plans to bring the two tribes of Saturnistan together?' The tv reporter asked.
" Oh, it's simple. I've persuaded Chief Hgumbu here to sell me a small portion of his land to build a school and a hospital. Both tribes have no resources. By providing them with the necessary resources, it will benefit these poor, unfortunate creatures."
"It sure will. And I think it's very sweet of you to want to help them."
"Ah, yes. Why I've even given both chiefs a free sample of the new shampoo my company is promoting."
Limburger held up a bottle to show the reporter.
"Clampoo? That's an interesting name." She commented, glancing at the label.
"I like it. Now if you'll excuse me. I have work to do." He replied , walking off followed by Greasepit and Carbunkle.
"Hey, boss. Youse really gonna build dem a school and a hospital?" Greasepit asked.
"Of course not, you halfwit! I only said that to cover up my real agenda namely stealing land and shipping it to Plutark." Limburger replied.
"But I am giving them my shampoo and thanks to Carbunkle's servitude serum inside every bottle of Clampoo, those stupid natives will be more then willing to give their land over to me!" He laughed, fiendishly.
"Guess again, Tuna Tail!" Said a voice.
There sitting on a grassy knoll were three bikers on motorcycles. The first biker rode his black Harley a few inches in front of the other two. The other one had his purple Fatboy on one side while the third biker had his red Sports bike on the other side.
"Oh, no! Not those meddling hamsters again! Can't I go anyplace without you Biker Mice interfering in my plans?'" Limburger groaned.
"Afraid not, Stinky. We're gonna be on you like white on rice." Vinnie said.
"So get used to us. We ain't gonna let you take these people's land." Modo said
Suddenly the land shook.
"Guys, the volcano! It's erupting!" Charley exclaiming pointing at a large volcano off the right edge of the jungle.
A young girl who appeared in her early twenties was trying to get away. She wore what appeared to be a leathern tank top embossed with gold trim and a matching skirt. Her long red hair complemented her outfit. She was partly down when she tripped over a thick bush. She glanced back at the volcano and gasped as thick fiery red lava trickled out of it
"Hero to the rescue!"Vinnie exclaimed, depositing Charley on the ground then riding off.
The red haired girl screamed as the lava got closer. Vinnie rode his bike up to her. He pulled her on and rode away.
They were being chased by the boiling, streams of hot lava.
" Time to cool down this dance floor!" He exclaimed, pressing a button on his bike. Huge waves of ice water shot out spraying the lava. Within minutes, the lava flow was stopped. The lava was cooled to the touch.
"Oh, thank you!" The girl gushed, then hugged him,"You are my hero!"
"Think nothing of it, Sweetheart."He blushed.
Throttle and Modo now rode up.
"Nice, bro." Throttle commented.
"But of course. The Vin Man never runs outta gas!" Vinnie bragged.
"Man, he's got an ego even bigger than Limburger's rear end!" Modo exclaimed.
" Shakira!" cried a voice.
Everyone looked behind to see the old chief who stood next to Limburger while he was being interviewed running up. Other natives followed him.
"Father!" She cried.
"My child, are you hurt?" He asked, taking her in his arms.
"I'm quite well thanks to this brave young man." She replied, glancing warmly at him.
Vinnie was blushing and his back had an itch. His tail reached back to scratch it.
"Uh, bro." Throttle motioned his head at his tail. Hoping he'd get the hint.
"I-Is that a tail?" The girl asked, shocked. So was her father. The other villagers murmured.
"Whoops! Forgot!" He replied. Then looked worried.
"What are you?" She asked.
"Why do you say that?" Charley asked. This was bad. They can't know about them. She could just imagine the panic and fear they'd feel. So would the mice.
"You are not human." She replied, matter of factly, "You all have tails. I just saw it again! Something gray swish around."
"She speaks the truth." The old Chief said.
The mice glanced at each other. They had to make a decision.
"Promise you won't run away?" Throttle said.
Everyone nodded.
Vinnie took a deep breath and began removing his helmet. Throttle and Modo did the same.
The mice braced themselves for terrified screaming and people running away in fear.
"Esuom! He has come!" The chief exclaimed, kneeling down and bowing to the mice. Shakira did the same.
"Esuom! Esuom!" The other villagers cried out, doing the same.
"Praise to you, O' great Esuom! Our mighty king has come!" They all exclaimed, arms outstretched and bowing to Vinnie.