Biker Mice from Mars
Hard Luck Trilogy Pt 3
What's His Frequency Karbunkle?
Chapter 4
"Why whatever is the matter, my Anthropomorphic Adversaries?" Limburger cruelly cooed at them from behind the blinding lights. "Is the Phosphorescence to Painful for your dimwitted demeanors? "Yes, He was enjoying this way too much.
Just as the Guy's helmet visors compensated by darkening to deal with the too-bright lights, they snapped off, sending them into extra deep darkness. They got blinded on both ends of the spectrum!
The Bro's threw out as nasty a bunch of insults that they could think of but the explosions of stars across their confused eyes were impacting their ability to roast the Corpulent Carp, who just laughed even harder at their troubles.
The mice's vision finally started to clear. The big ugly purple blur in front of them finally focused into a Big Ugly Lawrence Limburger. "Ugh, I think I preferred things Blurry.' Joked Modo. "Things defiantly looked better that way Big Guy." Moaned Throttle as he took in the now visible area around them.
They were surrounded by well over a couple dozen of Limburger's Goons, and they were all pointing various weapons at them! The Goons were all around them on both the warehouse floor and standing on the two catwalks above them.
Throttle also figured out how they didn't detect any of them as they snuck into the warehouse. They had been hidden behind a series of large collapsible boxes that were all around them and some high-tech hologram projectors.
One of which projectors was now acting like a spotlight centered on Limburger and Karbunkle. A spotlight that Limburger was acting like it was a real spotlight on a stage because he looked like he was ready to add some Serious Ham to his Cheese!
"My oh my, I feel that I should point out that you are Trespassing on private property." Limburger said with fake dismay all over his face. "I am fairly certain I posted the proper signage on the fence outside."
The Mice stared around at all the weapons being pointed at them.
"Pretty sure Chicago also has some pretty strict weapons laws too." Throttle tossed back at him. Limburger just smiled back. He was enjoying this verbal battle, much more than the normal type of battle the Mice preferred, probably because Limburger felt he was better equipped for this type.
"Oh, indeed they do, but amazingly none of those laws cover the use of Energy Weapons, which I insist my Goons use, I do prefer to stay within the strict letter of the Law after all." Limburger couldn't hold his malevolent mirth at this one and let a deep belly laugh roll out.
The Mice just tossed out a few snide remarks while looking around and fighting the urge to pull their own weapons and return the sentiment back at the army of goons around them, but without their bikes extra firepower, and maneuverability backing them up, this was not a fight that's outcome looked too good for them.
Vinnie would be ecstatic to be in this situation right now, too bad they left him at home. A fact that, if they live thru this, He will most likely inform them that what they did was a Crime! Vinnie not being allowed to encounter life-threatening danger, yes that is a crime indeed!
The whole time that this verbal fencing match was going on, Throttle noticed that Karbunkle had been standing behind Limburger. He had one of his devices in his claw-like hands. The Device was about the size of one of the humans' old brick-sized cell phones they used to use, except this one had a small spinning satellite dish on its top, and he had been pointing it at the Mice this whole time.
Limburger also noticed that they had spotted this, and he paused in his insults and turned and glanced at the devious doctor. Karbunkle gave him a snaggletooth smile and nodded his deformed head while wheezing gleefully.
Limburger's evil smile grew, and he turned and looked back at the Mice. He snapped his gloved fingers. It echoed around the cavernous warehouse-like a rifle shot. The Surrounding Goon Army suddenly holstered their weapons and almost casually started walking away. Karbunkle, cackling like a well-fed buzzard started backing away until he disappeared into the deep shadows behind him.
Now it was just Limburger and the 3 Martian Mice standing alone in the warehouse. Modo's Cyborg Arm snapped up and his inbuilt blaster popped up and he aimed it right at the still smiling Plutarkian. "Careful Big Guy, don't get too hasty." Throttle said to make sure his Big Bro remained calm, but he pulled his own blaster out of its holster also and pointed it at Limburger as well.
"What's the deal Cheeseball, forget to sign their paychecks again?" Throttle said jokingly but his blaster remained rock steady being aimed at Limburger.
"Oh, no, nothing of the sort." Limburger said in a very relaxed tone. "It's the Goons Break time, union rules you know, and by the Galaxy around us, even I am not bold enough to stand up against the Henchman's Union." He said while he put his arms behind his wide back and started rocking back and forth on his feet.
Throttle glared back at him from behind his green-tinted glasses. He was getting nervous, but he wasn't about to let that show in front of the Fiendish Fish. "Well let's not disturb the Hard-Working Bozo's from it then, so what say you join us and take a little walk outside." He said while putting a slanted smile on his furry face and gesturing with his blaster for Limburger to follow them.
"Yeah, say just long enough for us to put in a call to Mars for some friends of ours to come pick us up?" Modo added "We'd all Love for you to come back and Stay with us for a while!" He growled menacingly while raising his cannon to be pointed right in between Limburgers cruel little eyes.
Limburger just smiled and remained annoyingly calm. "Oh, I am afraid I am much too busy to be going on any trips right now." He said with mock saddens. "My employees might be allowed their rest time, but I am a very, very busy individual you know."
"I have meetings with the city planners, and with the Mayor." He said to them as if he were explaining something to a child. "Some Press interviews to explain to the Citizens of Chicago on how I am going to do all I can for them." He said nodding saintly.
"Oh, and then there is the getting ready for the activation of the Big Zapper Mark II to handle when I FIX the City's Power Problems later tonight." His evil smile back on his face now.
"We saw that on the TV, what's the matter Limburger, running out of ideas on how to wreck the city?" Throttle asked. "Yeah, aint like you to repeat your evil plots." Modo said too. "I guess with all the times we have ruined them before, it just stands to reason you would have to repeat yourself" Throttle said smiling at him.
"Yes, it would appear that way." Limburger snarled, his superior facade cracking for an instant to be replaced with a look of pure hatred. "But alas no, it really is because I am much too busy, what with everything I have already said, that plus there is the task of having to hastily edit some video footage before I send it to the proper authorities." He said, his evil glare back at full strength.
Before Throttle and Modo could even glance at each other, Limburger's fat arms suddenly shot straight up with his hands above his head. His face now had a look of utter terror on it. "HELP, HELP!" He started yelling. "INTRUDERS, TRESPASSERS!" Throttle's stomach suddenly clenched.
"ARMED INTRUDERS!" He yelled out at the top of his voice. "Oh, Police, Police, won't someone call THE POLICE!" He shouted out; he almost couldn't keep a gleeful look off his fat face as he did it.
"Oh Cheese!" Throttle moaned as he looked up. Just as he now far too late suspected, there hovering all around them were several of the small holo-drones that they had encountered on their previous adventure. Except now, it was a pretty safe bet that they were RECORDING instead of Broadcasting, and what they were recording was the video of the Mice holding Limburger at Gunpoint on Private Property!
Throttle thought back to how he thought it looked like Limburger was in the spotlight on a stage, and he was right. It had all been a stage. A stage that they had just played the Fools on. "Let's get out of here, now!" Throttle yelled and turned and ran for the exit. "Oh. Mama!" Modo moaned while following.
They practically trampled Hard Luck who was standing behind them. "Huh, what, what's going on!" He stammered as his antenna sparked away and The Guys once more grabbed him under his arms and carried him away. "Time to Go Little Bro!" Modo yelled as he kicked open the big double metal doors.
They ran thru the hallway they came in and hauled their tails for all they were worth towards the exit! A Burglar Alarm started sounding behind them somewhere! They burst out the side door they entered the warehouse thru and looked around to see if the way was clear. Throttle put his paw to the side of his helmet to call their bikes to come to pick them up.
A loud FZZT sparked out from his helmet. "Hey, what gives?" Modo called out. "My helmet just stopped working!" He said not sounding like he believed it. "Mine too, this is not good, what about you Hard Luck!?" Throttle asked while turning to the Blue Mouse standing behind them.
"Huh, what?" He gasped. "Oh, uh yeah, muh mine ai, aint working ei, either!" He stuttered and then began poking at his own helmet like they were. "What do we do now?" Modo asked as he looked at the far-tall fence that their bikes were on the other side of. "That's easy, RUN!" Throttle yelled and the trio took off!
They had barely made it 10 feet before the forgotten about Gun Ports started popping up out of the ground around them! "Look Out!" Throttle yelled as the guns swiveled around and started tracking them!
Modo raised his cyborg arm and took aim at the nearest gun! It made a clicking noise, but his cannon wouldn't fire. "Hey!" Modo shouted confused by this! He kept trying but it still would not fire. Throttle stepped forward and raised his own gun, but before he could even pull his trigger, the nearest Gun Port blasted it right out of his paws!
"OW!" He cried out and shook his smoking paws! His blaster flew up into the air and then exploded! It knocked them off their feet and onto the ground! The ground around them started to explode as well as the guns opened fire at them!
They jumped up and started running again! "My Arm!" Modo yelled out! Throttle looked over and saw that Modo's cyborg arm was now hanging limply at his side! "My arm, what's wrong with my arm?!" Modo yelled sounding in a near panic! "Just run Big Guy, just run!" Throttle yelled and got behind him and started shoving him towards the fence!
Heading towards the gate they came thru, they stopped when more Gun Ports emerged in between it and them and laid down a barrage of blaster bolts, stopping them in their tracks! Having no other choice, they turned and ran the other way down the fence away from the gate!
Zipping and Zagging, they managed to not get shot, but the ground around them was quickly getting chewed up by the Guns, almost making it impossible to run! Too bad they were programmed to Not blast the fence, cause a big hole in that would be really appreciated right now!
More Gun Ports erupted out of the ground in front of them and opened fire! They were pinned down next to the electrified fence! The guns started tracking them and they had nowhere to run to! "Not Good!" Throttle growled. "Oh, Mama!" Modo moaned. The Guns locked on and could be heard powering up to their max charge before they opened fire!
"HANG ON!" Yelled Hard Luck as he grabbed Modo with both arms and wrapped his bandaged tail around Throttles arms, and chest! The small foot post ejected from his cyborg leg, and he put his real foot on it and then He activated his Foot Jet!
"WHOA!" Modo and Throttle yelled as they found themselves flying straight up into the air! The Guns opened fire and the ground beneath them exploded in flames and clods of dirt! "Too Much Weight!" Hard Luck yelled out as they reached the top of the tall fence!
Modo and Hard Luck just cleared the top of the razor wire at the top by the soles of their boots, Throttle wasn't quite as lucky! The seat of his threadbare pants got dragged across the top with a loud Zap and Ripping Noise! "Yee-ouch!" Yelled Throttle!
The Electrical Current gave them all a zap, and Hard Luck's foot jet snapped off! They dropped like fuzzy, slightly smoking stones down to the ground on the outside of the fence! They crashed to the ground! "Ouch, Oof, Uh!" All 3 of them grunted!
"Oh, I hate crash landings." Hard Luck groaned painfully. Modo rolled over onto his side without a sound. "Ow, ow, ow." Gasped Throttle as he got on all fours and reached back and fanned his paw at the smoking, and scorched seat of his pants.
Throttle and Hard Luck agonizingly got to their feet, Modo continued to lay on the ground almost unmoving. "Our bikes, we gotta get to our bikes." Throttle moaned breathlessly. "Suh, sounds like a plan to me." Hard Luck said wobblily. "Whu, where ah, are they again?" He asked while looking around.
"Haw, haw haw, Hey Mousies lookin for dese!?" Greasepit yelled out from above them! Throttle and Hard Luck looked up. High above them, hovering in the sky was one of Limburger's large purple helicopters!
Dangling from underneath the copter was a long metal cord, and at the bottom was a large pad, on which Greasepit was hanging like a deranged ape! The pad itself was a powerful magnetic clamp, a clamp that was gripping the 3 bikes of the Biker Mice! "Our Bikes!" Yelled Throttle as he watched their bikes get stolen right in front of them!
"I,wuh, will stuh stop huh, him!" Hard Luck stuttered as he stepped forward and tried to pull his big blaster guns out of their holsters! Still giggling like a gooey goofy gorilla, Greasepit took aim with his grease gun and fires a big splotch down at them!
"Look Out!" Throttle yelled but Hard Luck stepped right into the grease! "Huh, WHaaa!" He gasped as his feet slipped out from under him! He fell back, and collided with Throttle, who unluckily wasn't ready for this and fell backward, right into the fence!
A Loud Sizzling Zapping sound once more filled the air. "AAAAAHHH!" Cried Throttle as his backside once more got fried! He fell forward off the fence. Smoke rising from his seat again. He danced around a little holding his backside with both paws while making ow noises!
He looked up and saw their bikes and the helicopter disappearing over the tall buildings of Chicago. "Oh, oh, Throttle. I, I, I am, I'm…." Hard Luck stuttered while looking extremely guilty at Throttle.
Throttle looked at the Quivering figure in front of him and he exploded! "You, Stupid, Clumsy, Good for Nothing, Useless Blue Furred FREAK!" He yelled at Hard Luck, totally losing his temper!" Hard Luck stepped back and cringed before this assault.
"You have been SCREWING Everything Up since You Got Here!" He hollered, not trying to control himself at all at this point. "I swear to Ares, you have nearly gotten us all killed more times than…I could just…" He was starting to lose control of his mouth.
Throttle reached out and grabbed Hard Luck by his many straps around his shoulders and across his chest. Throttle started shaking him back and forth like a rag doll. "You have been a LITERAL Pain In MY Ass ever since I met You, and I can't take it anymore!" He bellowed then pulled back his paw and made a fist and made to punch Hard Luck right in his snout!
Hard Luck Flinched but made no move to avoid the blow. Just as he was ready to deliver the punch, Throttle realized what he was doing, and all the anger just boiled out of him. He let go of Hard Luck and stepped back.
"Oh, Oh Hard Luck, I am so, I mean I didn't mean anything I…" He gasped as he tried to apologize. "No, No, it's all My fault, I didn't want to, I mean I don't want to do any of this." Hard Luck replied just as broken.
"No, I had no right to say any of that, I'm..." Throttle said trying to apologize. "No, You are right, I am, I, I…" Hard Luck cried feebly with oily tears smoking down his furry face. He then turned and ran off into the darkness. Only the sparking of his antenna giving any sign that he had been there.
"Hard Luck, come back, I, I'm…sorry." Throttle sighed. He was gone. He just wanted to lay down, but that is when he remembered Modo, motionless on the ground behind him. "MODO!" He cried and jumped over to him!
"Big Guy, are you ok, you gotta be ok!" Throttle called out, as he grabbed Modo by his shoulder and rolled him over. Throttle was almost ready to give in and panic himself as he looked down at the still mountain of mouse muscle that was his best friend.
"Modo, say something, are you alright!?" Yeah, that notion to start freaking out was getting to sound like a good idea. Modo let out a rumbling groan.
"Modo, Oh Thank…Modo!" Throttle all but cried out as His friend let him know that yes, he is still alive.
"Uh, Throttle, Hard Luck, is that you guys?" He whispered. "I am here Big Guy; I am right here." He told him, the relief in his voice gushing out like water from a broken fire hydrant. "Hard Luck, I can't see him, I can't see!" Modo gasped.
"Hard Luck, He, he ran off, I kind of yelled at him." Throttle said with the guilt building back up in him. "Oh, Modo I didn't mean any of that, I really didn't it's just that… He… I know you hate to see us fight, but I…." Throttle stammered trying to explain what happened.
Modo started quaking slowly, then he started to laugh. Throttle looked at him, not really understanding what was going on with his big bro. "You ok Modo?" Throttle. He was starting to get concerned. "I can't see anything wrong with you, I mean we have gotten pretty roughed up tonight but…" He said but trailed off. Modo had started laughing again, only heavier this time.
"See, you said SEE, Haw, haw, that is just it, You can, but I can't!" Modo laughed almost sounding on the verge of it turning into a cry. "What are you talking about Big Guy?" Throttle asked, wondering if Modo had landed on his head or something.
"My Cybernetics. My Arm, and Eye." He said in the same tone back at him. He didn't sound like his brains had gotten too scrambled in the fall. "Neither is working." He took a breath. "I'm Blind!"
"Whoa, no way, your kidding!" Throttle gasped. He didn't want to believe it and waved his paw in front of Modo's eye. He looked at it. It was glassy and unmoving. "You aint kidding are you!?"
Modo just smiled sadly. "Nope." He said with a calmness neither of them really felt. "Oh, great, at least things can't get any worse." Throttle grumbled.
Suddenly they were both caught in a circle of bright light! Throttle put a paw up in front of his eyes to fight the glare. Modo of course just stared blindly into it.
"Hey, that looks like two of the guys we got that Breaking and Entry call about, You two Freeze, It's the Police!" A stern voice yelled out!
"Oh Cheese." Modo and Throttle groaned.
To Be Continued…