Remembering-chapter 7
"Set 'em up and knock 'em down!" The Biker Mice cheered, as their tails high-fived each other.
They had just left Limburger's Plaza in shambles. Limburger tried to shoot them himself with a bazooka blaster one of his goons dropped during their fight with the Biker Mice.
Modo used his bionic arm on the bazooka. The force of the blast made it point upward firing. What followed was a shower of ceiling to come down towards them all.
"Like Chicken Little said," Modo said,, looking up.
"The sky is falling." Vinnie said.
"So let's get hauling." Throttle finished.
"Biker Mice, move out!" Carbine cried out.
The lady general got behind Throttle on his bike. All three mice took off like a shot.
They rode right past Limburger, Carbunkle, and Greasepit.
"Don't just stand there! Get them you, imbecile!" Limburger shouted at Greasepit.
"Um, I think we should be worrying more about ourselves, Your Bulbous Magnificence." Carbunkle said, pointing at the falling debris coming towards them.
All three villains screamed as they saw the debris suddenly fall on them. They crawled out from under it.
"Ah, my beautiful tower." Limburger sighed, happily, gazing at his building with fondness, "For once, it escaped being crumbled down and blown up."
"I can fix that." Vinnie said, throwing a flare at the bottom of the building.
"NOOOOOOO!" Limburger screamed.
Within seconds, the whole building came crashing down.
"Now that, brothers and sister, is a beautiful sight." Throttle grinned.
"Makes me wanna break out singing!" Modo said.
Both Modo and Vinnie began singing off-key "Takin' It To The Streets."
"Ugh! Is there an off switch?" Carbine groaned, putting her hands to her ears.
"Now you see what I've gone through." Throttle replied, stopping up his own ears.
"Yo, Donnie and Marie, break it up!" Throttle told the two mice.
Both mice stopped singing.
"Everyone's a critic." Vinnie said.
"Yeah, some people just don't know talent when they see it." Modo commented.
"Define talent." Throttle said.
"Hey, I know I sounded good." Vinnie said, chest pushed out.
"You wish." Modo replied.
"Guys! Focus. My prisoner just got away." Carbine reminded them.
"Don't ya think you kinda jumped the gun, babe? I mean, Elena says she didn't kill anybody." Throttle said.
"That's what she says, but she admits to attacking him. Maybe she came back later to finish the job." Carbine replied.
"You don't really believe that, do you?" Modo asked, "I mean I can understand why she'd want to. It's not like he didn't have it coming after what he did to that poor girl. But I believe her when she says she didn't do it."
"I do, too." Vinnie said.
"What?" He asked, as four pairs of eyes glanced back at him.
"I may be a ladies' mouse, but I've never forced myself on any woman. I got too much confidence in my game to do it." He bragged, pointing his thumb at himself.
"So, every woman you've met have been won over by your charms?" Carbine asked.
"You know it. Every single one." He grinned, "They've all been willing participants.
"Not me."
"Well, you're our general. You don't count."
"And what's that supposed to mean?!" She questioned, fists on hips.
"Uh, what I mean is, you, uh, do count. You're a woman and our general, a little help here?" He looked nervous. He motioned to Modo and Throttle.
"'You seem to be doing just fine on your own." Modo chuckled.
"Don't mind, Mr. Open Mouth, Insert Foot Van Wham here." Throttle replied to Carbine.
"Oh, I don't. I know he only thinks with his tail half the time." She said, arms folded and angry expression on her face.
"Hey!" Vinnie protested.
"Oh, Mamma! Someone stepped into it big time." Modo said.
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"Are you sure about this, Anubtor?" Elena asked.
"Positive. My spies informed me that Limburger has been in contact with Lord Camenbert. The High Chairman has cut off his funding. Limburger is trying to find a way to get it back by winning back his favor. He's up to something."
"And you can bet that something has to do with stealing land from this planet to take to Plutark." Harley said.
"We must stop him at all costs." Anubtor said.
"But didn't the Biker Mice just blow up his tower? I saw them on the vidcom. Limburger is beaten." Elena said.
"They may have crippled Limburger's forces, but the High Chairman and his council still exist. If we defeat and disable them, all of Plutark will fall." Anubtor replied.
"Then how do we do it?" Molar asked, "You know the palace will be heavily guarded as well as all of Plutark."
"Maybe if we got the Biker Mice to help us." Harley said.
"That's not a bad idea." Elena joined in.
"You said that awfully fast. You wouldn't by any chance have feelings for a certain white mouse now, do you?" Harley teased her cousin.
"You mean like you had feelings for the same mouse?" Elena asked, a twinkle in her eyes.
Deep blush shone all over Harley's face.
"That...was a long time ago." She replied, looking away.
To Harley, it seemed like a life time since she last saw Vinnie. He looked just as handsome as she remembered him. Just as cocky and full of himself but she knew underneath all that bravado was a kind and caring guy who loved his friends and his bike. The short time they were together, they were devoted to each other. He was self-conscious about her or anyone else seeing his face. He and his bros were caught in an explosion knocking them off their bikes and rendering them unconscious. He remembered covering his face and collapsing on the ground.
Half of his face was covered in white bandages. Harley simply unravelled them, took one look at his injuries, and told him to wait right there. She came back and covered the damaged side of his face with a liquid metallic mask that adhered to his face and all you saw was the mask and his eye.
The sad look he had before turned into the biggest grin she'd ever seen.
"Van Wham is back!" He cried, fist in the air as he gazed at himself at the side mirror on his bike which Harley turned to face him. She was glad she was able to help him feel better. They laughed together as they hugged. She wanted to kiss him but being their unit's only medic, she had to check up on all her patients.
"You're welcome, cutie." She said, cradling his cheek in her hand.
She deeply regretted never telling him that she liked him.
"Oh, Vinnie. Why did Mace and this rotten war have to keep us apart?" She thought.