A Devious Trap - chapter 4
"But what can y'all do against somebody like that guy?" Coco asked, "I mean he owns a lot of the property in Chicago."
"Don't you worry none about that, Miss Coco ma'am. My bros and I will do everything to keep you ladies safe from him." Modo said.
He said "ladies"but he blushed a bit as his single eye glanced over at Clarise. The latter also blush a bit. Her warm smile made his cheeks even redder. Vinnie grinned while Throttle smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"You guys vigillantes or something?" Coco asked them.
"Something like that." Throttle replied.
"Well, we better get moving. I need our friend Charley to check out something on my bike." Vinnie said.
"Oh, is he a good mechanic?" Clarise asked, "Because I really need one to work on my car."
"It's a she, actually." Throttle explained.
"A lady mechanic? Awesome!" She exclaimed.
"Thanks for the cookies and root beer." Throttle told Coco.
"Oh, y'all welcome. Come back any time." Coco said, walking with the three mice to the door followed by her sister.
"Take care, Miss Clarise ma'am." Modo said, hand on her shoulder and other hand behind his head.
"It was very nice meeting you, Modo."Clarise replied, giving the latter the warmest of smiles.
A faint rosy glow shown in her cheeks. Modo was blushing from ear to ear as Clarise took his hand in hers.
" Same here." He said.
The three bikers walked outside while Coco and Clarise stood in the doorway. They got on their bikes and rode off.
"Not too shabby, bro." Vinnie told Modo, "Clarise is totally into you."
"Aw, quit it. It ain't like that at all. She was just being friendly." Modo said, looking away.
"Don't know about that. She kinda gave you the eye a number of times. I oughta know. I've gotten it from other women." Throttle grinned, "She was definitely checking you out."
"Coco's kinda cool, too."Vinnie said, " In a brash kinda way."
"She's a character." Throttle chuckled.
"Reminds me of Charley. Loud and brassy. I like that in a woman." Vinnie grinned.
Modo rolled his eye and shook his head at his younger, clearly infatuated friend.
Within minutes, an older couple in an old 1960's like station wagon sped past the three bikers. Limburger's Goon Squad were right on their tail.
"Excuse me, bros. I'm just curious as to why those goons are chasing down that old couple." Throttle said.
"That makes me mad!' Modo exclaimed, " They need to leave that nice old couple alone."
'Makes ya want to check it out." Vinnie said.
The three bikers soon rode after the Goon Squad.
One of the goons ducked into an alley. There waiting on his bike was Greasepit.
"The mice took the bait." He said.
Greasepit chuckled evilly then got on his walkie-talkie.
"Mistah Limboiger, dems meeses is on their way."
"Excellent. Now proceed with the second part of the plan." Limburger replied.
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"Ooooh, they fine!" Coco exclaimed, "Didn't see the faces, but, dang! What hot bodies!"
"They're cute." Clarise said, quietly.
"Babies are cute. So are dogs and sweaters. Did you see their arms and those chests? Swartzeneggar has got nothing on those men!"
Clarise was about to say mice but stopped herself in time. It would be better if her sister didn't know she was fawning over alien mice from Mars. She still didn't believe it herself. She's heard a few stories on the news of human sized mice rescuing people from danger but like everyone else, she thought it was some urban legend like the Headless Horseman or the Lockness Monster. But to find out it was true well it was surreal to say the least. But they weren't like real mice. They acted more like human guys and were so friendly and down to earth, Clarise couldn't help but like them.
"Ooooh, I just love me some big men!" Coco swooned, then grinned at her sister, "The big guy's got manners and looks like he already taken!"
"Geez, Coco!" Clarise cried, exasperated, "It's not like you've never seen guys before!"
"Come on, out with it. There's something going on between you and Big Sexy, isn't it?"
Clarise looked away.
"Don't be ridiculous."
"I saw the way you two kept eyeing each other the whole time they were here."
Clarise couldn't forget when Modo held her hand. It was like a human guy holding your hand. His hand was large and muscular even though it was in a glove. The minute their hands touched, there was a spark between them.
Clarise walked back into the kitchen followed by Coco.
"Now don't you be getting jealous!" She teased, waving a hand at her sister, "Besides, his two friends look just as good."
"Modo was just giving me a ride home." Clarise replied.
"Modo, is it? Already on a first-name basis. So, when you want me to book the wedding chapel? Or did you two already jump to the wedding night?"
"You're a mess and a half. You know that?" Clarise glared at her.
"Thank you. Life made me like that. So, you know if any of his friends are available?"
"These guys are no where near your type."
"Why you say that?"
"Well, they're not like the guys you usually date. They're bikers." Clarise replied, choosing her words carefully. She wasn't about to tell her that they're alien mice from the planet Mars.
"Yeah, so? If their faces are as fine as their bodies, I'd date them in a heartbeat."
There was a knock at the door. Coco went to open it. There standing in the doorway was a pizza delivery man. The biggest she'd ever seen. The latter held out a pizza box.
"Yes?" Coco asked.
"Pizza delivery." He intoned, holding up the pizza box
"Is this a joke? I didn't order any pizza." Coco said, then glancing over at her sister, "Did you call a pizza place?"
"No. Sister, watch out!" Clarise cried out, pointing.
Coco turned around to see the guy opening the box. A strange white gas was quickly shooting out. Within a minute, the room was filled with it. Both women began coughing.
"Can't breathe." Coco gasped, falling out.
"Coco! Hold on." Clarise coughed. She tried dragging her unconscious sister to a window. Unfortunately, it was closed. Clarise began to get dizzy. Her vision was getting blurry.
"Take it easy, lady and go beddy bye." The delivery driver who turned out to be Greasepit said.
"I...won't let you hurt my sister." She replied, trying to steady herself.
"I'm not here to hurt your sister."
Clarise conrinued struggling but her vision began fading. Everything went black. She fell to the floor and fainted dead away.
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Throttle, Modo, and Vinnie continued to chase after Limburger's Goon Squad. Vinnie fired two of his lit flares at the dune buggies. They flipped over ejecting the drivers. Throttle activated his Nuke Knuckles and socked them in the face with both fists. Modo fired at an another goon behind the station wagon. His dune buggy exploded and he leaped out. Modo caught up to him. He grabbed him and flung him into the air.
"Take over from here, bros. I gotta see if that elderly couple is alright." He told his two friends.
Modo took off and rode up to the couple and peeked inside the car which suddenly stopped.
"Hey, you folks-" He began, then stopped short.
The older couple were none other than two of Limburger's Goon Squad in disguise. The two goons, one of whom, wore an old lady's gray wig and glowered print dress waved at him and laughed at his shock. The other one sporting an old man's derby hat and suit joined his laughter. The big guy noticed he had been tricked.
Modo's single eye glowed like a fiery ember.
"You punks are going down!" He shouted.
Both goons stopped laughing and suddenly grew pale. Both of them moved back. Modo reached into the car and grabbed the first thug by the collar. The other one climbed out of the passenger seat and ran out. He didn't get far as Throttle grabbed him.
" So, what are you gonna do, big mouse? Kick me around or save your sweetie? The Big Boss has her and her sister." The thug that was in the driver's seat said.
"Where?" Modo questioned, "Start talking or I perform amateur plastic surgery on you!"
He aimed his cybernetic arm which had a laser attached to it at the thug's face.
'Think we're gonna tell you?" The other thug said, nervously chuckling.
Throttle held a glowing Nuke Knuckles in his face. He stopped and got scared.
"They're being held at an abandoned warehouse on Fourth Street downtown Chicago."
The three bikers tied and gagged up the two goons. They deposited them at the local police station with a note explaining they had a part in Clarise's kidnapping.
"That's done. Now...Let's Rock..." Throttle said.
"And Ride!" His two friends replied. The three bikers sped off to the rescue.
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"Uh...where am I?" Clarise replied, opening her eyes. She tried to get up but couldn't. She saw she was tied to a metal chair. She looked to see Coco next to her tied up as well. They were in a large room of some kind. It looked like the inside of a factory.
"Coco, you okay? Coco?"
The latter began opening her eyes.
"Oh, I've got such a headache." She groaned, "Where are we?"
"Ah, you're awake."
Both women looked up to see Lawrence Limburger peering down at them.
"Ugh! I musta hit my head pretty hard. What is that?" Coco said, clearly disgusted by Limburger.
"What do you want, Limburger?" Clarise asked.
"Sho smells like it. Uhhh." Coco said, wrinkling her nose.
Limburger frowned and drew up at first then forced a smile towards Clarise.
"I need your singing voice, my dear Ms. Redmond." He replied, with as much pleasantness as he could muster.
"You kidnapped us and now you expect me to sing for you? Now who's crazy?"
"Circumstances have forced me to take drastic measures. During my last encounter with those meddling Biker Mice, my tower was destroyed along with my subliminal chips that were on several of your music CDs."
"Too bad. What's that got to do with me?" She asked.
"Thanks to Carbunkle, some of the sublimnal chips were recovered but all I have now are Blank CDs. You're going to record some of your songs on them."
"Don't you do it, Clarise." Coco told her sister.
"I''ve had enough out of you!" Limburger screamed losing his temper.
"Hmm, get a load of Big Man over here. What you gonna do? Hit me?"Coco taunted.
"Don't tempt me." Limburger replied, gritting his teeth.
"Greasepit!" He thundered.
The ugly, greasy muscle bound ape of a man stepped over to the two tied women.
"Take that annoying one to the snakepit and suspend her over it.." He said, pointing to Coco.
"No, don't!" Clarise called out. The latter had already picked up the chair containing a tied Coco and walked over to a large metal pit.
"Bet you ain't nothing if you was fighting a man." Coco said.
"Shut up, youse!" Greasepit replied.
He carried her to the ceiling of the building. Within minutes, Coco was suspended from the ceiling over a pit of snakes.
"Most of these reptiles are poisonous so if you don't wish for your dear sister to be bitten, I suggest you cooperate."
Clarise was in serious trouble. It would be curtains for Coco if she refused to do what the Big Cheese wanted.
"Alright. Just don't hurt her. Let her go."
"Now, you're being sensible."
"Modo, where are you? I really need you now." Clarise thought, disconsolately.