Oh dear…

This chapter is a bit funny, it is not really 1st person and it's not really 3rd person, but it is mostly in Jack Thylek's point of view. Jack is really angry individual and I have no doubt that he would blame Throttle for his misgivings first. Damn, if I did own Throttle, I'd make him real just to hug him as I write this…

Whoever did this was going to pay! Jack snarled as he stepped out of the shower. The supposedly clear water had come out as a river of multicoloured dye, his handsome fur was now ruined by the disgusting coloured dye. First he was going to take Limburger in hand about the security and then he was going to deal with the hooligans that had done this. He had no doubt his wayward son had some part in this. The kid needed a spanking, if he just did as he was told, none of this would have happened. Even as an adult, the brat was spoiling everything.

If only the boy had listened to his words. Anya, his kids mother, had been compassionate too, yet she had accepted the ways of their people. If only she had not died giving birth to the little one, perhaps she would have had better success with the boy. It seemed as if Throttle deliberately ignored his teachings, why couldn't the boy see the truth, why was he so deluded.

Jack sighed. It seemed that he could not persuade Throttle to join him, this tantrum had proven it, the brat needed to be put back in his place and taught proper society rules. Sighing heavily, Jack tried the tap water, but it seemed the whole water system was full of dye. Growling lowly, he slipped on his uniform and with his harshest glare, walked out of his quarters. He blinked at the sound of his lock, clicking into place. He turned back to his door and typed in his code, jiggling the handle. The door was locked firmly. Was this what his little rogue wanted, to publicly humiliate him?

"Father!" Jack turned and snarled as he took in his two son's appearances, Axel's fur was a post box red and Gary's was a florescent green. "Who did this?" Gary demanded his hand firmly on the handle of his sword. Axel already had daggers in hand, anger and fury clearly visible on his face.

"Your spoilt brother, that's who. He decided to throw a childish tantrum at our visit and publicly humiliate us." Jack snapped angrily. "Get everyone ready after I speak to Limburger, we are going to get my son back."

"There is no need." A goon shouted as he skidded to a halt near them. The three tall, tanned mice sneered down at the disgusting human. "The biker mice are already in the building." A yowl confirmed it as a red bike sped past them, the three mice and one human blinked barely registering the tip of a white tail disappearing around the wall. The human gulped. "He is heading right for Limburger's office!" He cried and quickly raced down the hallway.

Jack easily sped past the stumbling human, his powerful legs carrying him into the large, grand office. He skid to a halt as he took in the scene. His son had Limburger by the back of the fishes neck, he was talking quietly, his voice never rising, but Limburger was quivering in fear. Pathetic fish, great species in the galaxy huh? "Boy." Jack growled warningly, pathetic or not the fish was their only way home, he would not allow his son to continue his rebellion. "Put the fish down."

As expected Throttle stopped talking and turned to look at his father. Jack inwardly smirked at the look of shock and slight fear that the boy had on his face, but it vanished as Throttle saw them. His boy was chuckling, so he did have something to do with this. That's it boy, keep laughing, but when I get hold of you…

"Did you know about this?" Axel demanded from his right, breaking his chain of thought.

Throttle didn't answer but his white friend did. "Yes we knew about it, I have to say Colt has done a good job." The white mouse chuckled then smirked at Throttle.

"Colt?" Gary asked.

"Yes a friend of ours." The white mouse answered with a grin, he turned to Throttle, "Job done, boss man."

Throttle chuckled and glanced at Limburger. "Seems I have to cut this meeting short." He dropped the fish back onto his seat, before climbing back onto his black bike. "Let's rock…"

"And Ride!" The grey and white mouse finished as all three jumped out the broken window.

Jack snarled angrily. "Get me the rest of the army. Now!" He yelled to Gary. "As for you, Limburger, we are going to have a long conversation about your bad security." He drawled moving closer to the trembling fish.

Limburger was more then a trembling wreck when Jack left him, if he thought his wayward son was trouble, he had underestimated Jack. The great tank of a mouse took in his warriors, smirking as he realised he would have his son returned to him this time. "Find my son and return him to me, in one piece. I don't care if you have to kill anyone in your path, but you will bring Throttle back to me. Gary, Axel I want my son in one piece, you hear me, we do not hurt our own, even if the boy has gone out of his way to hurt us."

"We will bring him back safe." Gary answered stoically. Jack nodded and stood out their way. Gary climbed into the front seat. "Alright soldiers, you heard his orders, let's get going." He ordered. Jack smiled as the convoy of jeeps disappeared onto the streets. Now, whilst his older sons collected the youngest, the remaining soldiers and himself would prepare for the return trip. This time Throttle would return home away from the adolescent hooligans he had paired himself up with.

It was many hours later that Jack stood by the transported with the last ten soldiers. They had been waiting patiently for a long time, most were cleaning their weapons but one or two were tossing daggers and catching them by the blades. Jack just stood to attention staring unseeingly at the annoyed fish. Limburger would be glad to see the back of them, but the convoy had not yet returned and it was making the smelly fish agitated.

Jack was considering murder, when Axel finally walked into the room with a nod. The group of mice walked in with Gary in the centre, in his arms was an unconscious Throttle. Jack frowned at the blood staining his sons beautiful fur. "I thought I said bring him back safely." He snarled at his son.

Axel nodded. "Unfortunately he put up a really good fight, he moved fast and we had to use a lot more force, but they are not in any vital places and we healed the majority before returning." He explained. "If we are going to leave, we better leave soon, Throttle has been fidgeting, he will no doubt wake up soon." Axel added.

With a nod to acknowledge Axel, Jack scooped his youngest son out of Gary's arms and cradled his boy to his large chest. "Let's go home."

A/N:- oh no Jack's got hold of Throttle… O.O