Those Three Little Words

Chapter 3.

Written by NightLight

*Twang*

"There yet?" Vinnie sighed, sounding slightly bored. His bros were trying to break them free, while the young mouse just had given up to his sustainability.

"Well, any better ideas bro?" Throttle shot back, slightly annoyed by his young bro. He was trying to unlock the door that was holding them in the cell.

Once again, a bored sigh could be heard from the inpatient white mouse's mouth again. He was playing with his expanding flares as he sat like a lazy grainsack in the corner of his own little cell. Boredom wasn't the only thing in his mind that made him unpatient. "We need to get to her, before-" he thought, but wouldn't dare to say it out loud, but just gave hopeful looks time and time again to his bros. He knew they would eventually break free, but why did it have to take so much time?

Modo was also struggling with his own lock that was holding his bionic arm, making him unable to use the weapon. Time to time, he looked towards Vinnie. "At least he is silent." No. White mouse wasn't taking on his nerves... too much. Still, he would have liked to see some effort to help them... but he knew his bro too well. When the puzzle-pieces didn't fit in their places once, Vinnie was just was too inpatient to try it again. And there wasn't a thing to do for it. Well, maybe to whip his tail, but the bars were in the way, so Modo saw this only a waste of energy. Ignorance was the best medicine.

Throttle tried harder, sweat drop falling from his forehead. His eyes followed the drop as it fell from the tip of his nose straight to the ground. "Damn that Plutarkian glass steel!" he swore to himself. He was annoyed already, but Vinnie's annoyance on top of it, wasn't helping either: he was again playing with his flares! The sound of them was piercing his mind.

Throttle kept the irritation to himself, trying to focus on what he was doing. He always hated when they were stuck like this... 'specially when there was Charley's head on the plate; the guard that had taken her away made Throttle worry. There wasn't even slightest human pride left in that man. How could someone sell his soul to a Plutarkian, and help to destroy his own home planet? Why hook up with plutarkians?

*TWANG*

"Hey! Bro! Do you mind?" Throttle finally hissed out loud as the sound that Vinnie let out made him fall off from his thoughts. He scowled to his white-furred brother and then again went back to what he was doing.

The white mouse looked slightly hurt. He muttered something about the appreciations that he never received, but settled silently understanding that his bro was trying to get them free as fast as he possibly could. He rested his head on his knee, used the last flare and threw it away. It bounced straight to Modo and Throttle. "That does it! Why can't he just shut it?" Throttle said to himself as he was about to explode at the white mouse. He turned his angry face to start with Vinnie but stopped as he noticed the flare to bounce. It fell in front of his grey-furred cell mate. He then looked up to Modo, who was still trying to free himself. Then he realized, that the metal that was on Modo's arm, wasn't Plutarkian made, but human.

"Big Bro! The flare!" Throttle said, pointing to the last sparkling weapon nearby. Modo picked it up, and understood.

"Like my gray furred Momma always used to say: If the key is missing, make your own!" He smiled, as he used it, finally setting his arm cannon free. It made Vinnie and Throttle smile wildly and the annoyance was already yesterday.

"Ok, enough of this playground." Modo laughed as he aimed and shoot to a control box outside. The boxes exploded, unlocking the doors to the mice's cells.

"Aooooow!" Vinnie howled, as he stood up: "These mice can cook!"

"And now we need to get the partners, shall we?" Throttle continued as he whistled using two fingers.

They could hear the sound of their bikes running somewhere near. They ran thru the open cell door, and followed the sound, as they finally reached three large boxes in the back of the large dark room. The boxes were made of plutarkian glass-steel.

"Sweetheart?" Vinnie asked as he looked closer to one of the boxes. The welcoming roar made all the three mice smile, as Modo aimed and fired at a similar control box near by of these greater roaring boxes. As he did, the boxes popped open and three bikes slide out of them, settling next to their masters.

"Alright!" Vinnie cried out in victory, as they hopped on their rides.

"Ok, what's the plan bro?" Modo asked his tan furred bro, as they put their helmets on. Throttle looked down to his bike monitor.

"It seems we are at one very popular fishing place," he said as he realized where they were.

"So grab your hooks!" Vinnie pointed out, sounding like he was about to explode from his upcoming adrenaline rush.

"Fishing has always been very near my heart," Modo laughed remembering his nephew Rimfire with warmth.

"Well... where first?" Vinnie asked thinking out loud and looking for a way out.

"The guard said something about a doctor, and I suppose there's only one health care system in a villain's world," Throttle smiled as he spoke.

"So let's get a second opinion," Modo joked.

"One fish with a side of evil doctor ordered?" asked Vinnie, excitement making his heart pound happily.

"You hit it right on the nail, bro." Throttle smiled.

"Let's go fishing!" Modo howled, accompanying Vinnie's trade mark yell.

"First things first bros," Throttle pointed out with a chuckle: "Let's rock..."

"AND RIDE!" they shouted all together as they started their journey towards the door where the guard and Charley had earlier dissapeared.

Meanwhile, in the doctor's lab..

In the air, there was heard one very familiar sound, of the approaching Biker Mice. That sound might have been music to someone, and to some it just might be trash in the form of sound. For Mr. Lawrence Lactavius Limburger, it meant trouble; trouble that included a problem with three certain vermin.

"Well... I guess those mice can't get enough of me," he chattered to himself as every goon in the room started to look around for the soon surely coming rescue team. All of them knew that they had something precious to the mice on their hands. And they would not be happy to find the ones who stole her from them.

Charley understood the meaning of that sound also. But it meant to her the opposite than to Limburger. She knew that her bros had to be near, as everybody in the room started to hear it. Heavy metal mixed with bike engines. The goons started to move around nervously, like there was something in their pants.

"Put that device on her head, now!" Limburger shouted angrily to the white suited doctor, who was strugling to put the helmet on Charley's head. She gave them a hard time to put her on the chair, biting and stuggling all the time. She hoped that it had given the mice enough time, that finally ran out as Karbunkle finally got the helmet on her head.

"There we go..." Doctor smiled at her creepily. "This isn't gonna hurt... that much!"

"Karbunkle you monologic moron! Let's get it going right in this second, becau-"

There was a large crash heard from the wall of the laboratory, as the sound of engines mixed to heavy-metal was now speeding towards the enemy in the form of three bikers.

The goons aimed and fired their guns at the mice. All of them except the guard. In all of this mess, he went to his hole to hide. He was carrying something in his arms, something not bigger than a cat. But he knew he didn't want let it to get into the wrong hands.

Goons were soon outnumbered and turned into a huge pile of hurting and whining villains. Three mice dismounted from their bikes and walked towards their mechanic friend and fearly crawling Limburger. Throttle in the middle started:

"Ok, lard ass, let her go!"

"And now!" Vinnie continued.

"Or you'll make us mad.." Modo added, as his eye glowed crimson.

Limburger hid behind the chair where Charley was sitting, not sure what he was going to say. He needed a quick save - he didn't want to answer for his sins to the mice, who looked more than pissed. For his luck, he was about to get remission. Karbunkle lurked behind the control panel. Fire fighting wasn't for him, so that seemed the best place to hide, and his choice had paid off: Silently Evil Doctor pushed the button on the control panel.

Charley yelped as a green light glowed over her.

"Aghh!" she cried out.

"Charley!" all three mice shouted at the same time. Vinnie started reaching towards the girl, but Throttle quickly reacted to stop him. His instincts warned him that it might not be a good idea to go forward. "Wait, Vinnie."

"But-" Vinnie had a half-worried, half-angry look on his face. He glanced at the chair where Charley writhed in pain.

"You slippery pile of waste!" Modo growled towards Karbunkle as he aimed his arm cannon towards the machine controls. "Wait till I get to you!"

"No, no, no!" came the answer behind the chair that Charley sat. Modo paused. The mice looked towards the voice. "You don't want to do that," Limburger said, as he stood up from the floor, brushing dust away from his suit.

"And tell us one good reason not to!" Vinnie snarled angrily, hoping that Modo would shoot the machine anways.

"Why, why- if I recall right it was this masked rat that was the last one in touch with this machine?" Limburger replied, smiling. Karbunkle confirmed the information with a nod. Vinnie's expression blanked as he tried to remember what he had forgotten.

Throttle finally let go of Vinnie's shoulders. "Okay, fish-face. What's the catch?" he asked, stepping in front of Vinnie.

"No. There is no catch." Limburger said evilly. Throttle growled and took one more step towards Limburger, wicth made him shiver under the shadow of the tall mouse. Modo again aimed towards the controls.

"But... If you remember a test we did once with you... I recall it was called the Verminator..." Limburger spoke quickly sounding more like a chipmunk. Modo lowered his aim and looked around the room. After going over every place he shrugged his shoulders and looked towards Vinnie and Throttle. Vinnie turned towards Limburger.

"Hey, slime face, did you forget something?" Vinnie snorted, still worry piercing his voice.

"Yeah, where's the robot?" Modo looked around, remembering the last time Limburger tried that plan. Still he hesitated with firing those controls, because it might not be safe to Charley.

"Oh, my meddlesome mice." Limburger smiled back to Vinnie, who had focus on Charley. "I suppose you'll find out soon enough."

Karbunkle realized his moment. He pushed another button, and this made Charley open her eyes and straighten her spine as the greater green light swallowed Charley. She didn't wince anymore, just looked forward with blank white eyes, without irises. The mice jumped backwards, startled by the light effect.

"Why, you little..." Modo turned back to Karbunkle, and regret that he let Doctor without fully guard.

"Voilá!" Limburger grinned as he snapped his fingers.

Charley stood up, facing her martian friends. Her shackles were opened and she was free. Modo called her, but she didn't answer. It looked like she was in some sort of trance.

"What the heck did you do to her?" Throttle shouted at Limburger as Vinnie got his opportunity to approach Charley.

"Patience, my rapacious rat! You will find out soon enough," Limburger repeated evilly, as Charley reached for Vinnie and gripped his throat tightly. The villains smiled in victory as Vinnie realized he couldn't get her off of her. He touched Charley's arms first gently, and secondly a little bit harder trying to escape. "Oh man... they just can't get enough of me, can they?" He smiled ruefully, as Throttle realized the white mouse's situation.

"Vinnie!" Throttle went over to his white furred bro and realized that her grip on Vinnie's throat wouldn't come off without violent actions.

"And now, please... let's finish this. I'm done with this game." Limburger said to Charley, and turned to look towards Karbunkle, who nodded to his boss. He was now free from Modo's aim and hiding behind the machine controls. He really was happy that he had built a remote control. "Why didn't I realize this before" He thought as he pushed a button and turned little wheel, that controlled the persons "evil-control". As soon as he did, green light appeared again pushing its way thru the wires and on to a helmet that Charley wore.

Modo and Throttle could only look horrified when the light touched their human friend.

This could not be good.

Hope you liked this chapter. And sorry it took so long =/ Rewiews are always welcome.. thanks!