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Short chapter again. :)
Chapter 28 – Throttle
"Throttle? Bro?" Modo sounded worried. Throttle had brushed past everyone in the kitchen; even Charley girl. The gentle giant followed his friend, dragging Vinnie along with him. Throttle had gone back to the room Freda had given him before they'd left for the UK. Modo hammered on the door.
"Bro ya better open up! Or I'm bustin' the door down!" Modo stated firmly; Vinnie shuffled his feet.
"Well come in! The door's not even locked!" Throttle snapped from inside the room. Modo didn't need telling twice. He stormed into the room and slammed the door shut, nearly catching Vinnie's tail in it.
"Whoa! Bro! Not cool!" Vinnie cried. Throttle sat on the edge of the bed staring into space.
"Bro?" Modo still sounded worried; Throttle twitched his ears trying to formulate a sentence.
"Yeah?" He sighed heavily, collapsing back onto the bed.
"You ok?" Modo stared at his tan furred friend; Throttle looked a real mess.
"Yeah, I'm ok bro..." Throttle intoned mechanically.
"Ya upset Charley ma'am, n' Freda ma'am – plus General Carbine is real angry." Modo's tail switched from side to side in agitation as he fought to control his anger.
"I know." Throttle sighed.
"Hey – bro? What did Freda-girl mean when she called us ungrateful ingrates? I mean I get the first word but what's the second mean?" Vinnie asked as he sank into an armchair.
"It means an ungrateful person, I think Freda was inferring that we are doubly ungrateful – or rather Carbine was being very ungrateful." Throttle's tail lashed back and forth. He'd forgotten that his bro's grasp of the language differed from his own; Modo and Vinnie tended to know more of the colloquial terms, whereas he knew the more intellectual stuff.
"Oh Momma!" Modo sank onto the ottoman chest that stood by the door. He felt sick to his gut; he knew Freda was annoyed at them, but hadn't thought she'd really be that angry.
"I don't think she fully meant it – at least I hope she didn't fully mean it." Throttle drew in a long, steadying breath.
"Aw man..." Vinnie sounded so lost that Throttle twisted his head round to get a better look at his youngest bro.
"Vinnie? I'm sure it'll be ok when everyone's cooled off a little." Throttle just hoped it was going to be ok.
"Um, bro?" Modo licked his buck teeth uncertainly. "We didn't get to tell ya 'bout what's been goin' on here."
"Uh-oh, what's stink-face been up to this time?" Throttle sat up and half turned to face Modo.
"Well, ya see – he kinda..." Modo's ears drooped.
"He blew up the board bro." Vinnie leaned back into the chair's cushions with a slight huff. "And I don't think even Charley-girl would have been able to repair it!"
"Heck – what do you mean 'would have been able to repair it'? What about the stadium?" Throttle gasped.
"Oh – that Plutarkian scum already shelled out fer a new board, a real nice one, and he covered the repair bill too." Modo growled in annoyance. "The Mayor wrote it off as an accident, but he ain't happy."
"Limburger covering himself in glory huh? Figures." Throttle shook his head. "He's gonna have that scoreboard crawling with ways to spy on us..."
"Do you think Charley-girl would let us stay with her for a bit?" Vinnie asked quietly. Throttle glanced at the white furred mouse; had the argument unsettled Vinnie that much?
"Hmmm maybe, or Freda might let us stay on here." Throttle chuckled. "Don't tell me you two haven't got used to the home comforts!"
"Yeah, but with everythin'..." Modo trailed off pulling a face. In his mind Freda had every right to turf them out whenever she wanted; especially after Carbine and Throttle's behaviour.
"Well Freda made a very generous offer in the UK – and I'll bet you anything you like that's what she wanted to talk to Stoker about." Throttle said decisively.
"I'll bet you a dozen crates of root beer!" Vinnie chimed in excitedly.
"That would be an unfair bet on the grounds I know that's what she and Stoker will be talking about." Throttle sighed.
"Damn! Bro! You're no fun!" Vinnie whined; Throttle and Modo chuckled at the sight of their now pouting bro.
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