A/N: As with all my BMFM stories I do not own the rights to the main characters, I do, however own the rights to my made up characters.

I Am Mouse, Hear Me Squeak.

Chapter 9.

A/N: I would like to send my special thanks to Vinnie II for agreeing to appear in this Chapter, thanks for your support Vinnie II, I hope that you enjoy the read.

It had now been a month since both Vinnie and Bola had risen from the dead, a result of the remnants of one of Karbunkle's old experiments being thrown out as rubbish at my old home in Kidderminster. We had all now arrived at our home on the Isle Of Man, whilst Throttle, Modo and the rest of the guys, had lived at the house for a while and so were well settled, the surroundings were still all too new for Vinnie and Bola, but even they were now becoming more and more settled with every day that passed.

Vinnie had seen me erecting barriers at the front of the house.

Vinnie: Hey Vin, what are you doing?

Me: I'm putting up some crash barriers ready for the race that's going to be coming past here in a weeks time.

Vinnie: A Race?

Me: Yeah it's the annual TT race, just for bikes. Vincent Van Wham, you've got that look in your eyes.

Vinnie: Look?, what look?.

Me: The look that tells me, that after the race, there's gonna be no living with you and your even bigger ego, when you win.

Vinnie: Who says that I'm even going to enter?.

Me: You forget, just how long I've known you. Ok, if I let you enter the race please promise me that you won't take too many risks, after all I would hate to loose you again, I just don't think that me and the guys could cope with that trauma again.

Vinnie promised me that he would keep the riskiness down to a respectable minimum, he then went to his bike to begin training for the race.

There was now just twenty four hours before the race, time for the qualification laps, to see who would gain pole position for the start of the race. After the qualification laps had been completed, guess who had come out on top, yep it was our Vinnie, he completely blitzed the competition, he began to claim that it was down to his natural talent, but the guys and I knew that his beloved bike was the driving force behind his race winning.

We all decided to retire to our rooms for the night, tomorrow was the big day, it was race day.

It was about 3.30 am, I was just making my way back to my room after using the bathroom, I walked passed Vinnie's room, I could hear moaning noises coming from within, I didn't want to intrude but I thought what if he's ill or something, I will never forgive myself if I don't try and help him, so I quietly entered his room, he was still asleep, though he was tossing and turning, obviously he was having some kind of nightmare. I gently knelt by the side of his bed and softly spoke his name, I knew from previous experiences not to try rocking him, because I was usually the one that came off worse when he was suddenly woken.

Me: Hey Vinnie, come on bro, it's ok I'm here.

Vinnie slowly opened his eyes.

Vinnie: Vin, what are you doing in here?.

Me: It sounded like you were having a bad dream and I just wanted to see if I could help you in some way, maybe you want to talk about it?.

Vinnie: Well ok, but don't tell the guys, because I'll never live it down. I had dreamt that I lost the race to another Martian mouse, he was almost a carbon copy of me, except he had no face plate.

Me: Well Vinnie, it was only a bad dream or as we call them a nightmare.

Vinnie: No this was no nightmare, it was more, you see way back when I was a youngster on Mars, I had a cousin, Vinnie II, we used to play together, that was until he was taken by the Plutarkian's. He escaped fro the Plutarkian's a few years later and we found each other again, then we just seemed to lose touch with each other, I tried for years to track him down, but every time I seemed to get close to finding him, the trail would go cold and I would be right back where I started. In my dream, the biker who won the race, had the same riding style as my cousin Vinnie II used too have.

I swept the sweat drenched fur from Vinnie's eyes and tried to calm him down, Vinnie eventually went back off to sleep so I made my way back to my own bed.

It was now 8.00 am, just two hours stood between Vinnie and the race, he rushed around getting himself ready, then he quickly made his way out to the garage to give his pride and joy one last check over before the race. With everything seeming to be in place, Vinnie and his faithful bike made their way to the pole position on the start line. Now with just ten minutes to go before the race began, the other competitors took up their places on the starting grid, the race announcer ran through the names of all the competitors, including Vinnie's.

The starter was about to drop the green flag to start the race, just as the starter dropped the flag, the announcer announced that there was a late entry to the race.

Announcer: Ladies & Gentleman, we have a late entry into the race, the rules state that any late entries must start from the back of the grid, so it will be interesting to see how this mysterious biker copes with the racers that are in front.

By the end of lap one the mysterious biker had already made up four places and was now in twenty first place. Matt was stood behind the barriers in front of the house watching the racers go by, the mysterious biker raced passed and Matt noticed that this was no ordinary biker, it was a mouse. Matt could not alert Vinnie to what he had seen as Vinnie's helmet radio had been disabled for the race so that he did not have any distractions.

By the end of lap fifteen the mysterious biker was now in eighth place and a long way behind Vinnie who was still in first place, with there only being five more laps of the race to run it looked like Vinnie had the race won. Lap nineteen, Vinnie takes a gentle corner and looks into his mirrors, he could not see anything...apart from the mysterious biker.

The new comer had somehow made it from eighth place to second in four laps and was now beginning to challenge for the lead, Vinnie pulled out all the stops and tried every trick in the book, but with just twenty yards to go the mysterious biker overtook Vinnie, winning the race.

Vinnie could not believe that he had lost a race and to make matters worse, the mysterious biker was now showing off to the crowd by pulling wheelies and lighting up his back tyre which produced black tyre marks on the road and so much blue smoke that you could hardly see the biker in the midst of it.

That did it, Vinnie parked his bike and walked over to the mysterious biker.

Vinnie: Hey, hey, hey, I'm the only one that does the showboating around here, how did you beat me?

Mysterious Biker: Natural talent my white furred friend, just natural talent.

Vinnie now felt his blood boiling, who was this guy?, and who was he calling his 'white furred friend'?. At that precise moment, alarm bells began to sound in Vinnie's head, he had now noticed one or two things that set this biker apart from the rest of the competitors, except him of course. First there was the bike, Vinnie recognised a Martian bike with full AI capabilities when he saw it, then came the sight that made Vinnie look a second time, this guy had a mouses tail.

The biker had now noticed that Vinnie was starting to get more than a little suspicious and would soon begin to ask questions, so decided that the time was right to reveal his true identity. The biker was wearing black leathers from top to bottom, topped off by a black helmet with a heavily tinted visor, thus making it near enough impossible to recognise any facial features. The mouse now proceeded to remove the helmet.

Vinnie was now able to look upon the face of his rival, Vinnie's mouth dropped to the floor when he realised that he knew this Martian mouse, well he should do, after all it was his cousin Vinnie II.

Vinnie: Do my pink eyes deceive me?, Vinnie II is it really you?

Vinnie II: It sure is cousin, it's been a long time Vin man.

Vinnie: It's great to see ya, but what are you doing here?

Vinnie II: Believe it or not, I followed my dear cousin into racing bikes across the universe and with Earth being the last place that I hadn't yet raced on I decided to see if I could find any decent races. You can imagine my surprise when I found this TT race which everyone was raving about, but that was nothing compared to the surprise that I got when I registered and noticed who the pole position man was, one Vincent 'Vinnie' Van Wham, so I decided to have a go at proving that racing was still in the family and I think that you will agree that I did it with style, not just winning the race but beating the great Vinnie Van Wham to boot.

Hearing these words from his cousin certainly deflated the legendary huge ego of Vinnie for all of thirty seconds, but he was soon back on form, regaling his cousin with all of his exploits. It was now time for the award ceremony, what a sight it was, after so many years of being apart the two cousins were finally back together, it was almost as it was meant to be.

Vinnie II: Hey cous?, at least I proved something today.

Vinnie: Yeah and what was that?

Vinnie II: No matter how much time has passed us by, I can still whip your sorry tail in a bike race.

Vinnie suddenly realised that he was really quite hungry and thirsty, time to head home and show off the silverware and his long lost cousin.

Vinnie: Hey bro, have you got anywhere that you need to be in a hurry?, or are you gonna stay with your cousin for a while?

Vinnie II: Well, it just so happens, that I got some free time, so if it's ok with you I would love to stay for a while.

Vinnie assured Vinnie II that it would be ok for him to stay for as long as he wanted. At long last the magnificent Vinnie's were back together.

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