The Manhattan Adventure-Part 1

Charley Davidson was hard at work. She'd just finished repairing three SUVs and a Kawasaki motorcycle. She also had to replace the carburetor on her truck. She was bone tired.

"What I need is a nice hot bubble bath." She thought.

After wiping grease off her face, she glanced out the window and sighed.

"'Hope the guys are doing ok."

The Biker Mice had finally defeated Limburger and saved Earth. Limburger went back to Plutark in disgrace. The High Chairman was so mad he permanently cut off the Big Cheese's funding. With no money to help him in his conquest of Earth, Limburger was destitute. His cronies went away and Limburger was forced to scrub the sewers of Plutark for the rest of his life.

The mice could now go back to Mars. Charley remembered the day they went back like it was yesterday:

Flashback

"Mars? You mean...you're leaving?" She asked.

"It's what we always planned to do once we sent Fish Face packing." Throttle replied.

"But...I thought...well...that you guys would stick around a while longer." She said, hesitatingly.

The moment was both awkward and sad. The mice looked down. They were leaving their best friend. Someone who was closer than a sister.

"We would if we could, Charley-girl, but..." Throttle tried to explain.

"It's just that Mars is our home, Miss Charley-ma'am. It's not like we don't like it here. It's a nice planet." Modo joined in, "We appreciate everything you've done for us while we were here."

"I understand, Modo. You have to get back to where you belong."

"Maybe...You can come with us." Vinnie said, glancing at her, "You...wouldn't be alone."

Charley turned to tell Vinnie to quit his flirting when she saw he wasn't teasing her. There was a look in his eyes she'd never seen before. Something she didn't understand.

"I wish you'd come."

"You know I can't do that. What about the garage? I can't just up and leave." She replied, "It's my life."

"Sweetheart...I..."

Their conversation was interrupted. A large spacecraft landed in the parking lot of the garage. Piloting it was none other than Carbine.

"All aboard, guys!" She called out. Everyone turned to look.

It was large enough for them and their bikes.

Vinnie turned back to face Charley.

"Go." She told him.

With slumped shoulders and a sad expression, Vinnie walked away to join his two friends.

Charley turned her face down. Tears formed in her eyes. She didn't dare let him see them. This was going to be hard. But she had to be strong no matter what. Getting home mattered to them all. She wouldn't deny them of that.

Then why did she feel this aching in her heart? This longing?

"Vinnie?"

The white mouse looked up.

"Ride Free." She said, smiling with a pumped up fist as tears ran down her cheeks.

He walked up to her and wiped them away with his fingers.

"Back at ya, sweetheart." He smiled back.

End Flashback

That was the last time she saw them. A whole year had passed without her hearing from them. Now Ronald Rump had come into town and began demolishing the whole neighborhood. Brand new high rises had sprung up seemingly overnight. The old neighborhood Charley had come to love was disappearing.

She came home one day to find the Last Chance completely destroyed. It had caught fire while she was at the grocery store. Police ruled it as an accident. Charley believed it was arson. But without proof, what could she do?

She was sure Rump had hired someone to set it on fire because he'd been trying to pressure her into selling him the garage. She refused.

The police refused to get involved. Charley lost everything. It was very disheartening to lose your life's work. She salvaged what she could, loaded it into her truck, and left the neighborhood. She soon arrived in New York City and moved in with her cousin Zena who owned a car repair shop. She was soon working at the shop and known around the neighborhood.

"Things are finally looking up." She told herself.

Often on clear nights, she'd stare up at the stars and wonder about her bros. Particularly Vinnie.

"'Bet Throttle and Modo have their hands full keeping Loudmouth out of trouble." She chuckled to herself. Then her smile faded.

"I wish I had gone with him when I had a chance."

...

Back on Mars, Deimos and Phobos, Mars' two moons shone like diamonds across the dark sky. Vinnie rode on his bike across the golden red desert plains. It was his turn at night patrols. He and his fellow freedom fighters had to patrol the grounds of Martian Command twice during the day and at night to be sure no Plutarkians were around. He glanced up at planet Earth.

"Charley-girl, I miss you." He thought,"Once we drive these Fish Faces away from Mars, I'll find my way back to you."

...

"You still at work, girl? Take your break."

Charley looked up from repairing the gear shift on a car to see Zena standing over her frowning.

"Oh, hey, Zena. I like keeping busy."

"Me, too, but I ain't a workaholic. Relax. The work'll still be there when you come back."

Charley went into the cafeteria. She got a tray and then got a plate of hot dogs and a can of root beer.

"Charley! Over here."

"Hi, April."

The perky redhead in question was sitting at a table with a Cobb salad. She was now motioning her over.

"Finally finished all that paperwork Zena had. There are days I hate I ever became a secretary." April sighed.

"You'll live. My cousin isn't all that bad." Charley laughed, as she sat down.

"That's what you're having?" She asked, glancing at her plate.

"Why not?"

"Nothing. It's just that's what you've been eating everyday for the past two weeks. You got some kinda weird fettish I don't know about?"She teased.

Charley looked at her plate and sighed.

"No. I...I had these three really close friends that used to eat this stuff all the time."

"Hmm. Reminds me of my friends. They live here in Manhattan. All they eat is pizza. Morning, noon, and night. Ugh!" April cringed.

"You guys must be very close."

"We are." Charley replied.

"What happened to them?"

"They had to go back where they came from."

"You miss them a lot, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Well, why don't you call them?" April suggested, "You'll feel better."

"It's not that simple."

"Why?"

"Let's just say they're not from Chicago."

"Then where are they from?"

A faint flush formed on her face.

"Let's just say they're not your ordinary citizens. They're out of this world, literally."

"I think the same thing about my friends. Weird."

Suddenly a ring tone rang out. Charley saw April take out an odd shaped green cell phone. It looked like a tortoise's shell.

"Oh, hey, guys. No, just having lunch. Okay, bye." She hung up.

"Nice phone."

"Like it? One of my friends gave it to me. The guy's a whiz with technology. Well, gotta go. 'Wanna meet up later to see that new movie playing at the cineplex?"

"'Sorry. Chick flicks aren't really my thing. Besides I got some work I gotta finish here."

"Okay, Catch ya later, Charl."

"Bye, April."

...

Charley was at the garage alone working under a Buick. She heard footsteps.

"Oh, I'm just about done with that Buick, Zena."

No answer.

"Zena?"

Charley climbed out from under the car to see a man in black ninja outfit. He was a tall bald-headed Asian guy.

"I've been waiting for you, Ms. O'Neil." He said.

"Who're you?"

"A messenger. You and your friends have caused my master no end of trouble."

"You got the wrong girl. I'm not-"

Before she could finish the sentence, he began coming at her. She began swinging at him with the large wrench in her hand. It was kicked out of her hand. Charley felt her legs go out from under her. The ninja had tripped her with a low sweeping kick. She tried to catch her balance but slipped hitting her head on the metal bumper of the Buick. The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was a dark shadow over her.

...

"We are the baddest mammajammas in the cosmos!" Vinnie crowed.

The Freedom Fighters drove the Plutarkians from Mars. The Martian Army and the Resistance banded together. Commander Scabbard had learned from Carbine that their government had duped them into believing that they had to protect Brimstone City. The city had been deserted for months. There was nothing to protect. The corrupt Martian Mouse government had been receiving large sums of money from the Fish Heads. They had secretly sold Mars to them. The army was deliberately being deceived.

"It's been way too long since we felt like real fighters. What da ya say, men?" He cried out.

His army agreed. They now knew the truth. They, along with the Biker Mice and the Resistance, went after the Fish Heads. Everyone fought them like the Biker Mice ensuring their victory.

"Ha Ha! Adios, Tuna tails!" Modo laughed. The mice and their fellow freedom fighters watched in glee as their enemies fled in terror. The Fish Heads got on board their ships and flew away from Mars never to return.

The next day, the Freedom Fighters celebrated their victory with feasting and motorcycle riding. Vinnie took this time when things died down to contact Earth. He and his bros went into the control room. He got on the Vidcom. Before Vinnie left Earth, He left Charley one of his communicators if she ever needed him for anything.

"'Wonder how Charley-girl's doing?" Vinnie asked.

"Hey, Charley-girl!" There was no static. Nothing.

"That's weird. I'm not getting anything at all."

"Maybe Charley-ma'am's out?" Modo wondered.

"She usually has her Vidcom on all the time. She told me she'd keep it on so she could hear me."

Throttle clicked on a few keys. A signal shone on a 3D map of Earth on the screen.

" No way!" The tan mouse's eyebrows went way up.

"What?"

"The signal's coming from Earth but not in Chicago. It's in New York!"

...

April O'Neil walked out of the Channel Six News building in high spirits. The head producer liked her savvy and wit. For an intern, she 's got the right stuff we're looking for. There was an offer of a job as their new field reporter. April was conflicted. While she appreciated everything Zena and Charley did for her when she was down and out, this was the chance of a lifetime. How was she going to tell her boss and best friend about her new job offer?

Her cell phone rang. It was Zena.

"Hi, April. Have you seen Charley?"

"I saw her at lunch today. She told me she was staying late to finish up some work"

"She didn't come home last night. I'm really worried. " Zena said.

"I'm sure she's fine. You know Charley. Once she gets busy,she loses all track of time. I'll go by the garage if it'll make you feel better."

"Thanks."

...

A glowing swirl of orange and purple made up a dimensional portal. Throttle, Vinnie, and Modo rode out of it towards Zena's garage. The three bikers crashed into the window and wall.

"Something's wrong." Modo said.

The place was lit by a single light bulb. The mice could plainly see the place was trashed.

"Someone tore this place apart. But who?" Throttle asked.

"Bros! Look!" Vinnie exclaimed, picking up an employee ID card on the floor which showed Charley's picture.

"But where's Charley-girl?" Vinnie wondered.

Suddenly something resembling a small knife went flying through the air. It knocked out the light. The room was pitch dark. All at once the mice were being punched and kicked. They fought back and threw off whoever it was that was attacking them. Vinnie lit both of his flares which lit up the room. The mice gasped.

There before them were four five-foot tall turtles in ninja masks!