An Ambush and Capture-Chapter 6

A pleasant aroma of bacon frying woke the large mouse up the next morning. He had opened his eyes and was sniffing with his nose. He then got up to follow the scent.

There in the kitchen area of the scoreboard was Zoe. She was dressed in a large plaid shirt and blue jeans. She was standing at the stove cooking omelets in a large skillet.

"Morning." She said, turning around to the sound of footsteps.

"Uh, morning, Miss Zoe." Modo replied, slightly blushing.

"How do you like your eggs?" She asked, glancing at him with an uncertain look.

"Any way you fix them is fine with me." He replied, giving her a warm smile that made her blush.

"Be a few minutes." She said, turning back to the stove. She had just put bacon and omelets on a large platter.

"Hey, what's that smell? Is that coffee?" Throttle asked.

The tan furred mouse had just entered the kitchen area wearing jeans, boots, and his signature black vest.

"Right there." She replied, pointing at a small coffee maker, "Just made a fresh brew."

She poured out a cup from the pot and handed it to Throttle.

"Thanks." Throttle said, "But what's all this?"

"Breakfast, bro. Don't knock it." Vinnie said, entering followed by Charley.

The white mouse grabbed a slice of fried bacon off a large platter and started munching it.

"Geez, don't be so greedy." Charley told him.

"Oh, it's alright. Besides, I wanted to do something nice for you guys. After all, you did save my life from those thugs." Zoe said, placing the food she prepared on the table the mice had. Charley placed plates and forks also on the table.

Then they all sat down.

"It's what we do. Just glad you're safe." Throttle said, taking a sip of his coffee, "Great coffee, by the way."

"Thank you."

It was a wonderful breakfast of omelets with green pepper and onions, bacon, toast, and coffee. Charley and Zoe had omelets made of cheddar cheese with ketchup.

After breakfast, Throttle, Vinnie, and Modo decided to see what Limburger was up to. They had heard that Carbunkle had constructed a bomb capable of destroying Chicago. Each of the mice had Charley go over their bikes to make sure they were in working condition.

"Got a minute, bro?" Throttle asked Modo.

"Sure."

The two mice stepped around a corner away from the others.

"Wanna explain how this happened to be on the floor near your bed?" Throttle asked, holding out the earring.

"Yeah, I meant to tell ya about Zoe spending the night." Modo admitted, hand behind his head.

"You could have told me about you and Zoe before, bro."

"I'm sorry-we-we didn't plan on anything happening. I couldn't sleep. I went for a ride and ran into Zoe. I got her out of some trouble."

"Trouble?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle. Anyway, we went out for dogs but the hoagie place was closed. I made a campfire and roasted some dogs. We got kinda cozy and one thing-well-led to another." Modo said, looking down.

"The thing is: Are things serious between you two? This isn't just a fling, is it?" Throttle asked him.

"No! I don't think so. I mean, I really like her. Really."

"Does she feel the same way?"

"Yeah."

"Then you got a great thing going on,"

"You're not sore about me bringing her here last night?"

"What for? Modo, you're my bro. Closer than any blood brother. Bros stick together no matter what. If Zoe makes you happy, then I'm happy for you." Throttle replied, grinning.

"Thanks, Throttle."

"Bros forever."

He and Modo shook hands in an arm wrestle.

"Guys!" Charley cried out, running in.

"What's wrong, Charley-girl?" Throttle asked.

"I just heard on the cb radio that the Meat-Packers' Bank was just robbed!" She replied.

The Meat Packers Bank was where Charley went to do her banking. It had gotten robbed before in the episode The Pits. That was the episode when Throttle and Modo fell into the Pits and were captured by the Pit Boss. Vinnie went down to rescue them. It was one of their most heroic rescues of all time.

"Duty calls, bros!" Throttle said.

"Awooooo! Tail whipping time! I haven't a good brawl since the time we bombed that Plutarkian stronghold on during the war." Vinnie crowed, fists in the air.

The Biker Mice put on their helmets and hopped on their bikes.

"Wait for me, guys!" Charley cried out, hopping behind Vinnie on his bike. She put on her helmet and put her arms around the waist of the white mouse.

"I'll come, too." Zoe said, as Modo helped her onto his bike.

The robbers had just come out of the bank. They were mean looking bunch who wore masks and beige trenchcoats. They got into their vehicles carrying bags of money. They grinned to themselves like cheshire cats till they saw three bikers approaching them.

"Hey, we got trouble!" One of them said on seeing the Biker Mice coming at them.

"Let's get out of here!" They said.

...

"Looks like those clowns are trying to get out of Dodge." Vinnie said.

"I thought they were trying to get out of Chi-Town." Modo said, puzzled.

"Well, boys and girls, let's make sure those jerks don't get away with the money they stole from the bank." Throttle said, "Let's take 'em!"

All three mice pressed buttons on their bikes. Weapons such as missiles protruded out of every opening on their bikes. The mice fired. Missiles sailed through the air blowing up the robber's dune buggies. Goons flew out of them. Throttle socked two of them in the face with both of his fists. Vinnie and Modo punched them sending them flying into buildings and a dumpster. The two mice high-fived each other.

"Awooooo! What a rush!" Vinnie cried out.

"Yeah! My turn!" Charley cried out, getting ready to fire a huge missile launcher at the approaching goons.

"Sorry, sweetheart. No can do." Vinnie said, picking her up with his tail and depositing her behind a parked car.

"Hey! What's the big idea?" Charley asked.

"This is stupid macho guy stuff, remember?" He winked at her.

"Oh, no, you don't! You meatheads aren't cutting me out of the action this time!" Charley fussed.

"It'll be best if you two stayed here. You'll be safe." Modo told Charley.

He helped Zoe off his bike and placed her behind the car with Charley.

"Be careful." Zoe told him.

"Oh, I'm a wildman again!" Vinnie crowed, making a popawheelie and then riding off. Modo rode off behind him.

Charley groaned and stomped her foot.

"They're just concerned for our safety." Zoe told her.

"Maybe. But I get tired of those macho mice acting like I'm helpless." Charley huffed, "I can whip tail with the best of them!"

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Vinnie and Modo saw two goons steal an old lady's purse and then ride off laughing.

"Help! Oh!" The old lady cried.

Modo's single eye turned a bright red.

"Attacking an old lady? Now that makes me mad!" He said.

"So let's whip their tails!" Vinnie exclaimed.

The two bikers pursued after the two robbers. Vinnie threw one of his flares under the wheels of one of the dune buggies. It blew up and the guy was ejected from his seat. Modo rode after the other one firing his laser cannon at the dune buggies' back tire. It caught on fire and the guy jumped out and ran.

Modo went after the other one and rode along side him. He grabbed the guy who still had the old lady's purse.

"Now, punk, you're gonna give that purse back to that sweet old lady and apologize to her!" He said.

Modo rode over to the street where the old lady was.

"Here's your purse, ma'am." Modo said, politely, then to the punk, "Hand it over!"

He did as he was told.

"Why, thank you, young man."The old lady said.

Instantly, the image of the old lady faded away. All the large mouse saw was the deserted street.

"What? Ma'am? Where'd you go?" Modo asked.

Suddenly, the large mouse let out a bloodcurdling wail as he felt an electric current go through his body. He fell to the ground. He tried getting up wondering what was happening to him. His body felt like it was on fire. He saw his smoke emanating from his fur. It was singed as if he had just escaped from a fiery inferno. What was going on?

"Hola, chico. Remember me?" said a voice.

He looked up to see the two guys from the other night. The same ones that tried to rape Zoe when he came up on them. The dirty blonde guy now grinned at him with his yellowed teeth. The one that spoke the Hispanic guy called Paco now stood over him holding a glowing rod in his hand.

"You roughed us up good, amigo. But now we got a score to settle with you." Paco told him.

"I'm not going down easy, dirtbag!" Modo replied.

"We know you ain't." The dirty blonde said, "Why we gonna jack you up, rat."

"Rat! Now you're talking trash!" Modo raged, attempting to get up and knock him in the head.

Suddenly, he was struck again in the back. He went down again. Modo let out a loud curdling scream as the bolt jolted him. Modo looked up to see that Paco and the dirty blonde guy weren't alone. There were about twenty or thirty members of the Pit Boss's pit crew there.

"You made a big mistake messing with members of the Pit Boss's pit crew." Paco said, "The Pit Boss is gonna reward us nicely for bringing you in."

That last bolt weakened the large mouse. He was in serious hot water.

Then he remembered the distress signal on his bike. Using his tail, he pressed a button on his bike. Then he fell back to the ground. His single eye closed and went black and he felt his body fade into unconsciousness.