Day 3, Week 1

Dear Diary,

I still can't believe it. Alien mice dressed like bikers who ride motorcycles, like rock n roll, and drink root beer living on Earth. Not only that but they're from the planet Mars. Of course, I expected little green men. But they're anything but little and green. Not only that but they've got the hottest bodies I've ever seen! Big, muscular, six-foot something tall mice with macho bravado and attitude to boot. Each mouse has a set of red antennas curved at the ends growing out of their heads. They told me all Martian mice do. I learned they use them to communicate telepathically as well as to project their memories when they need to. Some mice like Throttle have the ability. For some others, the ability is there. It's just dormant or stagnant, but with practice it'll work. The war between them and Limburger is still continuing. They've managed to knock over his tower for the third time this week much to his dismay. The mice were thrilled. If Fish Face was mad, they were glad which usually followed with celebrating with dogs and root beers! The only thing I'm not happy about is that they don't include me when they go to fight Limburger. I hope I can convince them to take me next time.

Till Tomorrow, Charley!

Day 4, Week 1

Dear Diary,

It's official. WWF Wrestling is the guys' number one favorite thing to watch on tv. Unfortunately, every move they see, they want to try. We almost had a close call. The other night on WWF, Hulk Hogan had Rowdy Rowdy Piper in a Sleeper Hold. The referee counted the seconds the wrestler was in the move. Screaming crowds of fans in the arena applauded loudly as Hogan was declared the winner.

"Hulkster is awesome!" Vinnie exclaimed.

"That Sleeper move was something else!"Throttle said.

"I'd like to do that!"Modo joined.

"I don't think that's such a good idea." I said,"These guys are professionals. They've been doing this for years."

"Relax, sweetheart. How hard can it be?"Vinnie replied.

"Yeah, it would be so righteous to do those wrestling moves." Modo joined in.

He then grabbed Vinnie around the throat attempting what he just saw on tv.

"Time it, Throttle."

"Five, ten, fifteen, twenty..." He began.

The program went to a commercial advertising a new fishing rod. Modo nearly melted with adoration at the gleaming midnight blue beauty he saw on TV as an expert angler threw out his rod.

He still had Vinnie in the wrestling move and hadn't let him go.

"Uh, Modo..." I began. Vinnie began struggling to breathe. He tried grabbing onto Modo and making frantic signals with his hands. But Modo was glued to the set.

"Modo!" I cried. Everyone turned to look in the direction I was pointing. Modo immediately released Vinnie who began sucking up gulps of air.

"Sorry, bro. You okay?"Modo asked. He looked really worried.

"Remind me never to get you mad." He replied.

"Guess we do need to leave wrestling to the professionals." Throttle said.

"Besides, there are other sports like water-skiing and skateboarding."Vinnie explained.

"Yeah!" The other two said.

Here we go again. They never learn. Till tomorrow, Charley.

Day 5, Week 1

Dear Diary,

Those mice! They make me so mad! They still won't let me join in on the fighting.

Limburger sent bulldozers to dig up land. Unfortunately, an elementary school sat on this property. It was recess. There were little kids playing on the playground. The kids screamed when they saw them then cheered when the guys showed up. I sat with Vinnie on his bike.

"Bros, we gotta save those kids!" Throttle said.

"Let fry that stink fish!" Vinnie cried out.

"That's right. No one hurts little kids while we're around!" Modo said.

"Yeah, let's get that Hallibutt!" I said, aiming a missile launcher at a bulldozer.

I was just about to fire when I felt some thing wrap around my waist and pick me up. Vinnie had whipped his tail around me. I was suspended in mid-air for a minute before he tossed me in a bush.

"Idiot! You ruined my aim. I almost had it." I told him, getting up.

"Sorry, Sweetheart, but this is stupid macho guy stuff, remember?" He grinned, "Stay put."

He then rode off laughing and whooping. Just who do those dunderheads think they are? This is my planet. I'm not gonna just stand by and let it get taken over. Why won't they let me help them?

Well, they saved the kids and the school. But I was pissed off at the mice. I wouldn't talk to any of them on the ride back to the garage. I think Vinnie knew I was disgusted with him. I felt his tail wrap around my waist. He then gave me an apologetic squeeze but I was still angry. I undid his tail taking it off me when we stopped at a light.

He tried again and I slapped his tail away. He could tell I was mad and left me alone. I hopped off his bike when we pulled into the garage. I began walking to my front door. I wouldn't look at any of them.

"Charley..."Vinnie began. He looked hurt. I felt guilt rising up in me. These three saved me from Greasepit twice and this is how I treat them? But they have to know that I'm not helpless. I wish they would stop thinking that.

"Vinnie didn't mean any harm, Miss Charley-ma'am. He just don't want you to get hurt." Modo said, looking sad, "None of us do."

"I know you all care about me in your own way. But Earth is my home. I have to protect it." I replied, smiling gently and cradling Modo's cheek.

"It's our home, too." Vinnie joined in.

"At least till we find a way back to Mars." Throttle said.

"We won't let Limburger destroy this planet. We'll stop him cold." Modo declared.

It was hard for me to stay mad at those cute, sad faced adorable mice. And Vinnie's pouty looks made me melt like mush, but know this: I haven't given up. I'll find a way to show those muscle bound macho mice how much help I can be.

Yours Truly, Charley!