Gonna Rock and Ride All Night- Chapter 10
"Get everyone to safety, Charley-girl."Throttle told her.
"Hey, what's going on? What is that thing? Who are those guys? Terrorists?" Coco asked, pointing to the airship.
"Aliens!" Cried one man, "We're being invaded! That's why the UFO's here, isn't it?" Other people murmured and stared at the giant intimidating airship.
"Don't be silly, Clancy. There's no such things as little green men from Mars." said a neighbor lady.
"Then how do you explain that?" He said, pointing to the ship, "They're aliens, I tell ya!"
"Calm down, everybody. There's nothing to be afraid of." Clarise said, gathering up the confused and frightened crowd.
"Not to worry, folks. We'll take down that souped up metal jalopy in no time." Vinnie bragged. Charley walked up to Vinnie and kissed his cheek.
"Save our tails, hotshot." She told him. Vinnie then blushed.
"Whooooo!" Throttle and Vinnie whopped. Modo was fanning himself with his hand. Throttle grinned. Then he got serious.
"Battle mode, Bros." Throttle told his two comrades. All three mice pressed the side button on their helmets. A transparent shield covered their faces.
"Y'all can hide out at my place." Mama Mabley told the crowd.
Charley and Clarise began leading the crowd to the old lady's apartment building. Clarise turned back to the mice.
"Modo, please be careful." She said, giving him a loving glance before running off.
The latter saw it and smiled. He then waved.
The mice popawheelie and rode off. They soon rode to an apartment building where their bikes rode up the side of the building. They rocketed off the roof. The bikes were soon airborne. Air gliders shot out of the sides and front of the bikes.
"We gotta get that crazed psycho and his crew as far from here as possible." Throttle told his two friends.
The three mice flew towards the airship. They were in front of it. All three mice activated speakers and began taunting the four baddies.
"Hey, Tin Man! You want us? Come and get us!" Throttle said.
"Unless of course, you're too chicken to face us." Modo chuckled.
"Is staring us down the best you can do?" Vinnie taunted, "Then quit wasting my time!"
"Those overgrown hamsters think they can challenge me?" Blaine frowned, banging his fist on his chair then grabbing it with his other hand after hurting it, "Ow!"
"This guy is as big a wuss as Limburger." The Pulverizer thought.
"The Biker Mice are in range." Billie Monnie told them viewing the radar scope on the console.
"Blast them out of the sky!" The Pulverizer said.
"I give the orders here, Pulverizer!" Blaine told him, then to Billie Monnie, "Blast them out of the sky!"
The Pulverizer frowned.
"With pleasure." She grinned, fiendishly.
"Bloodthirsty and ruthless. I like that in a woman!" The Pulverizer grinned at her.
Billie grinned back. Then she looked at the console.
"So long, biker bums!" She crowed, smacking the fire button on the console with her feathered hand.
...
And at Mama Mabley's place, the crowd watched the battle from windows.
"Watch yourselves, guys!" Charley said, out loud, but to herself, "Come back safe, Vinnie, ya adorable big lug."
"Modo..." Clarise thought, gazing out the window.
...
"Whoa! Missile at ten o'clock, bros!" Vinnie cried out.
"Ten o'clock? But it's only half past five." Modo said, looking at his watch.
"Duck and dodge, number five now!" Throttle cried out.
All three bikes turned down and to the side as the missile sailed past them. They saw it was headed for an occupied old brownstone building.
"We gotta take it out before it levels that building!" Throttle said.
"On it!" Modo cried out. He turned his bike in the direction the missile was headed. Modo was now following it.
"Lil' Darlin'! Clamp!" Modo called to his bike. A compartment opened releasing a rope from which was attached a metal clamp. It grabbed the missile around the middle. It then began dragging Modo and his bike.
"Modo!" Vinnie called out.
Vinnie flew after him followed by Throttle. Within minutes, both bikers caught up with their larger companion.
"Glad you bros could make it." Modo said.
"What? And let you have all the fun? Not a chance!" Vinnie replied.
"Yeah, well, this is the kinda fun I could really do without. " He frowned, glancing at the runaway missile.
"Well, you know what they say. Turnabout is fair play, brothers." Throttle said.
Vinnie and Modo glanced at each other confused.
"Remember, kiddies. When you find something, return it to it's rightful owner."
"Oh, right." Both mice replied, nodding and finally understanding.
"What are we waiting for?" All three asked.
Modo grabbed the missile and turned it around. He then let it go.
"Come on, you bad mamma jammas! Let's rock and ride!" Vinnie said. Then all three sang:
You thought you'd crash our party/But we're gonna drive you crazy/And rock the night away!
We're gonna whip some tail/So ya better bail/ 'Cause we're gonna rock the night away!
Ahhh, We're gonna Rock and Ride all night and each and every day! Ahhh! We're gonna Rock and Ride all night and each and every day!
All three mice then flew after the missile.
...
"Uh-oh! We got a problem!" Billie cried out.
"What is it?" Blaine asked.
"The missile coming back and it's headed straight for us!"
"Quick! Activate the forcefield!" He said.
"There is no forcefield!" She cried out.
"What? Battle stations!" He cried out, "Battle stations!"
The missile struck the airship. The console caught on fire and began smoking.
"Wait! Where are you going?!" He asked the Pulverizer who put on a parachute preparing to jump out.
"Sorry, rookie but it's every alien for himself!" He then jumped out.
"It's been swell, Fisher, but I'm out of here." Billie said, flying out. Blaine grabbed onto her.
"Let go of me, you fool! You're too heavy! You're weighing me down!"
Blaine continued to hold onto her waist for dear life while she was frantically trying to push him off. But he held on tightly.
"Can't...hold..on!" She panted.
Suddenly, they were falling. They landed into a large open dumpster into a huge pile of trash.
"Good thing this trash broke our fall." Blaine said.
Billie's dangling legs stuck out of the trash.
"Imagine my joy." She murmured, sarcastically and glared at him.
Within minutes, more trashed was piled on top of them. A sanitation worker didn't see them and had picked up a metal garbage can and dumped the trash.
"Can this day get any worse?" Billie asked.
Then suddenly the dumpster closed shut. The garbage men got in their truck, picked up the dumpster and rode off.
"I had to ask."
...
Meanwhile, the mice landed on an adjoining roof.,
"Bros, grapplings away!" Throttle called out. Grappling hooks shot out of the backs of the bikes. They hooked on to the airship. Smoke from jet propelled boosters shot out. The mice rode off the roof and flew away from Clarise's neighborhood. They flew till they saw a huge river and a forest. They were now hovering over the river.
"Time to ditch this bird!" Modo said.
The mice pressed a button on their bikes' computer console. The grappling hooks released the airship.
"Thar she blows!" Vinnie said, doing a very poor imitation of Jack Sparrow.
They watched with relief it go into the water and sink to the bottom.
"'Glad that's over." Modo said.
Clarise, Charley, and the crowd followed the mice. And when they landed on the open shore, they were greeted with the loudest applause they had ever received.
"You guys were great!" Clarise said.
"That's my guys! All in a day's work." Charley beamed.
" You not only saved our neighborhood but our lives, too!"
People walked up to shake hands with them. Some of the people who rode motorcycles high-fived them.
"Loving the bikes! Race ya sometime." One biker told them.
"Sure thing." Vinnie said, "But right now: Let's party!"
Everyone walked back to the block party to see Lawrence Limburger clapping. Greasepit was sitting in a bulldozer. Another thug sat in a machine that had a wrecking ball.
"That was most heroic, my hairy friends. Now, that my nuisance of a cousin has been, as they say put out of commission, I can begin the renovation of this whole neighborhood block."
"Don't bet on it, Stinky!" Modo said, angrily.
The grin Limburger had quickly vanished as he saw cannons and guns shoot out of all sides of the mice's sweet rides.
"Yeah, you can't tear this place down. People live here. Families!" Clarise joined in.
"Oh, but I can. I own this neighborhood. Lock, stock, and barrel." He replied, holding out a paper. Clarise took it and read it. Her face went blank.
"What's wrong?" Modo asked her.
"He's got a petition from the mayor himself."
Everyone turned suspicious eyes toward the mayor.
"Now wait a minute. Limburger told me that the Mulberry Street neighborhood was rundown and vacant."
Everyone turned to look at Limburger.
"Preposterous! I would never say anything like that." Limburger lied.
"I believe your exact words were an urban eyesore." The mayor said.
"But after coming here today and seeing it for myself I can see it's far from that. It's brimming with life. I declare Mulberry Street a national landmark."
He then took the petition from Clarise and tore it in half. A loud applause from the crowd was deafening.
A heavyset brown skinned woman in shorts and a tank top suddenly stuck a microphone in Limburger's face.
"Mr. Limburger, did you deliberately lie to the Mayor so he'd write you out a petition to claim ownership of this property?"
"No, of course not. Miss-,"
"Tara Diddle. Chicago News."
Limburger paled when he realized he was now on TV . He had to watch what he said as a camera man was holding up a live tv camera on him.
"Oh, really? Well that's what it looked like to me." Coco said.
At this point, the Big Cheese was now sweating profusely as everyone stared at him. He kept rolling his finger around his collar.
"I think what Mr. Limburger is trying to say is that he realized he made a huge mistake in targeting Mulberry Street. And that seeing the errors of his ways, he's decided not to tear it down, but to donate money for a new library, isn't that right?" Clarise asked Limburger.
Limburger was about to tell her no till he saw Modo flashing his bionic cannon at him unseen by everyone else. Throttle lit up his Nuke Knuckles. Vinnie held up a lit flare.
"Oh, yes, yes, of course!" He said, quickly, "In fact, I shall go back to my office and get started on the paper work right away."
"Oh, there's no need. Sign it!"
Clarise handed him a white sheet of paper and a pen. It was a handwritten note of some kind.
"This petition states that you leave Mulberry Street alone permanently and never come back."
"Uh, well, I cant g-" he began, then he grew pale at hearing Modo crack his knuckles, " wait to see the new library built."
He then signed the paper with his own signature. Clarise held it up for all to see.
"And there you have it, folks. Earlier today, the people of Mulberry Street village were attacked by what appeared to be a UFO. Three heroic bikers saved them. Now top Industrialist Lawrence Limburger has now signed a petition for a new library for the whole neighborhood.' Tara Diddle said, in front of the camera, "Plus, the block party organized by Singing Sensation Clarise Redmond has been a huge success! Oh! Someone's getting ready to perform a song. Let's listen in."
Someone brought out a karaoke machine. Vinnie grabbed the microphone and began singing, then Throttle and Modo jumped in.
You thought you'd crash our party/ we're gonna whip some tail/and rock the night away
We fought long and hard/Saved the day/and put the baddies away/now let's rock the night away
Ahhh, we're gonna Rock and Ride all night/ And each and every day!
Ahhh, we're gonna Rock and Ride all night/And each and every day!