The Big Cheese's Master Plan-Chapter 9
Charley Davidson walked back ladened down with a box of four hot dogs and two sodas. The auburn haired mechanic wasn't complaining. She was used to getting snacks for her furry mouse superheroes.
"I'm back. Sorry, Zoe, but they ran out of green relish. Any word from the guys? Zoe?" She called out.
No answer. She saw her pickup and the pulley suspended into the large crater just as she had left it. But there was no sign of Zoe. Then it hit her.
"Oh, no...She couldn't have..." Charley thought, "If the Pit Boss finds her..."
The box of dogs dropped from her hands onto the ground creating a huge mess.
Charley remembered the time she fell into The Pits. The Pit Boss had found her.
"We're getting some better looking trash thrown down here." He said, on seeing Charley.
She felt her skin crawl at the way he ogled her. She remembered folding her arms to her body. He was disgusting as can be. Things would've been worse if Four-By hadn't rescued her. The large man was as gentle as Modo and was as giving as the Biker Mice.
Zoe didn't realize the danger she was stepping into.
"I gotta tell the guys." She said, going to her pickup truck and picking up the speaking device on her cb radio.
...
Lawrence Limburger sat at his desk with his head in his hands. The High Chairman of Plutark, Lord Camenbert, was not happy. Limburger had failed again to steal any land or natural resources to teleport to Plutark.
"I'm losing my patience as well as my money with you, Limburger!" He said, over the vidcom.
"I can assure you, High Chairman, I'm doing everything in my power to make sure Plutark has the things it needs." Limburger replied, trying desperately to please him, and get in his good graces.
"Well, you aren't doing enough. You haven't shipped anything to Plutark." He fussed.
"It isn't my fault, Your Exaltedness, I'm trying my best."
It was true. He was always being stopped by The Biker Mice From Mars. Those motorcycle riding mice have blown up or shot up so many of his weapons of mass destruction resulting in his defeat so many times it was hilarious.
"Not good enough. I'm cutting off your funding."
"Noooooo! Lord Camenbert, I beg of you. I have to have money in order to run an invasion!" He pleaded, "Give me another chance."
"When you get rid of those bothersome martian mice that are always thwarting our plans, then we'll talk."
Then the vidcom went dead.
Limburger glared at the screen. He hated that bloated tub of fish guts. In Limburger's mind, Camenbert didn't deserve to be High Chairman. He did. Once, he teleported a whole junkyard to Plutark. Unfortunately, the Biker Mice happened to be rummaging through it for parts for their bikes. Limburger had succeeded in capturing them and was made High Chairman. But his success didn't last long. The Biker Mice escaped and got themselves back to Earth.
He was determined to get rid of the Biker Mice. How was the question. He couldn't count the number of times he's tried to get rid of them.
Then suddenly his door opened up. Greasepit tripped and fell on top of Limburger knocking him out of his chair.
"Get off me, you moronic nincompoop!" He yelled at the muscle bound greasy ape.
"Oh, uh, sorries, boss. But I got word on the street is that them meeces are in The Pits." He said.
An evil smile formed on the obese Plutarkian's face.
"You don't say?" He said.
He pressed a button on his vidcom.
"Carbunkle." He called.
The face of the ugly, mean faced doctor appeared on the screen.
"Yes, your OverRipeness?" He replied.
"Is that new super weapon of yours ready?"
"It'll be operational in seven hours, Your Butter Fattiness." The crazed mad scientist cackled.
"What about that mouse trap you built the first time those furry motorcycle riding hamsters first arrived on Earth?" He asked.
"I've repaired it since then."
"Good. Keep it handy. I intend to put it to good use." Limburger cackled.
Then he ended his call with the deranged doc.
"But, boss, how you gonna catch them meeces? They ain't easy to stop." Greasepit asked.
"Simple, Greasepit, dear boy, you're going to distribute these wanted posters all over The Pits." Limburger replied, holding up wanted posters with pictures of Throttle, Vinnie, and Modo displayed on them.
It said the bounty was for five hundred thousand dollars to whoever brought Limburger the Biker Mice DEAD or ALIVE.
"I won't have to lift a finger. Anyone there will be more than willing to bring me the Biker Mice." He chuckled, fiendishly.
Within an hour, the Pits were plastered with the wanted posters. Goons began planning how they were going to get that bounty money.
...
And in Four-By's garage, the tall man had just finished changing the oil in his big rig. Modo was polishing his bike and washing dirt off of it.
"There ya go, little darling." Modo said, lovingly to his bike, "As pretty as a one-two punch."
"You sure love that bike, huh?" Four-By asked him.
"She's the best. I'd be lost without her." Modo replied, gazing with fondness at his sweet ride.
"I know the feeling. I feel the same way about Big Moe." Four-By grinned, patting the side of his vehicle.
"Four-By!" Trayvon cried out, running into his garage, followed by Mariah.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Someone's plastering these all over the Pits." He said, holding up a wanted poster.
Four-By took it from the kids. He now glanced at it.
"Okay, this is bad." He said. Then he handed it to Modo.
Modo looked at it.
"Limburger! Only that overstuffed fish would be behind something like this!" He exclaimed, crumpling up the paper and throwing it on the floor.
"The bad part is if your bros come to The Pits looking for you, every punk in this crater will be gunning for them." Four-By said.
"Not if. When. And we have to get to them first."
"They may have heard through the grapevine that my crew and I helped you escape. They'll be coming here."
...
Zoe opened her eyes as the faint, dim sunlight struggled to filter into the tiny cell she was in. Her eyes adjusted to it. She tried to move her arms and saw that her wrists were shackled to the wall of the stone cell. Her pretty dress was now dirty and torn in different places. She wondered how long she had been there. Her stomach growled. It had been a long time since breakfast. Her lips were parched. What she wouldn't give for a cup of cold water right now.
She had already looked outside her cell scanning the whole area for Modo. There was no sign of the large mouse. Did he escape? Or was he-?
No. He's not dead. She wouldn't let herself think that. Modo had to have gotten away. Then why haven't they heard from him? She had come down here hoping to find him and now she herself was a prisoner of the Pit Boss. Where was Modo? She didn't see him when they brought her into the Pit Boss' realm. She knew one thing. She had to find a way to escape from this place. But how? They shackled her wrists and ankles. It was hopeless.
"Hola, chica."
Zoe looked up and her face paled. There was that creepy guy Paco leering at her through her cell. He held in his hand a gray tray with a bowl of something steaming.
"Maybe you want some company, si?" He said, putting down the tray and then opening the cell with a key.
He then went inside.
"Get away from me!" She screamed, hoping to drive him off.
He simply put the tray down and walked up to her. He was inches from her face.
"I bring you refreshment. You, ah, kinda miss your large friend, that mouse?" He asked.
Zoe simply looked away and didn't answer.
"You prefer him to Paco? I more of a man than he. I kiss better than he!"
For answer, he kissed Zoe on the mouth. Zoe didn't react in any way to him.
"I do everything better than he." He replied, unbuttoning her blouse.
"Stop! What are you doing?!" She screamed, as he opened her blouse exposing her bra.
He then began kissing her breasts. Zoe screamed, as she felt his hands go under her dress as he was touching her inappropriately. He then began taking off his shirt and unzipping his pants.
It would've went further if a whip didn't go sailing through the air striking him on his bare back. He flinched.
"Get away from her!" The Pit Boss growled.
Paco did as he was told and began gathering his clothes up.
"And keep away." He told him, "You go near her again and I'll kill you, you get what I'm saying?"
"Si, Pit Boss." He murmured, running off.
"Unshackle her." He told one of his men. They did and Zoe dropped to the ground on all fours. She now got up and began rebuttoning her blouse.
"Drink." He said, holding out a bottle of cold water. She took a long sip.
"Thank you." She told the Pit Boss.
"I wasn't doing it for you. You're the bait I need for those moldy mice. Especially that large gray one that escaped from me. You'd be no good to me if you were in bad condition." He grunted.
Zoe felt relief. Modo did get away.
"You'll never catch them." She told him.
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"Oh, they'll be back once they find out I have you." He said, grabbing her wrist and shackling it with a fetter and chain.
"And especially that gray one." He said, walking away.
...
Meanwhile, Throttle and Vinnie rode onto the dirt road that led to Four-By's garage.
"Guys! Come in!" Charley's urgent voice on the Vidcom came on Vinnie's bike.
"What's up, sweetheart? Missing the Vinman already?" Vinnie teased.
"Shut it, cassanova. Zoe's gone." She replied.
"Gone? What do you mean, Charley-girl?" Throttle asked.
"She went into The Pits. I think she went to find Modo."
"That's too stupid a move. The Pit Boss could find her." Throttle said.
"I know. I haven't heard from her. You have to find her first." She said.
Unbeknownst to Throttle and Vinnie, a group of the Pit Boss's Pit Crew was laying in wait for them. The two bikers saw dune buggies coming towards them.
"Looks like that's gonna have to wait, Charley-girl. We got trouble." Throttle told Charley, "Talk to you later after we take care of business."
"Cool! Who knew we were coming?" Vinnie asked.
"Leave it to Ol' Pit Breath to give us a warm welcome." Throttle replied, chuckling while activating his Nuke Knuckles and slugging a whole group of the Pit Crew.
"Well, let's give him a thank you note!" Vinnie said, pressing a button on his bike releasing a missile.
It struck a dune buggies sending it flying through the air. Several dune buggies crashed into it.
The two mice high-fived each other.
Within minutes, dune buggies being driven by the Pit Boss's henchmen had the two bikers surrounded. One of them hidden had a gun with a scope on it trained on Throttle. He fired shooting out his tire. The tan furred mouse was thrown from his bike.
"THROTTLE!" Vinnie screamed, on seeing his friend thrown from his bike and landing on the ground.
The white mouse threw one of his flares at the lone gunman knocking him from his perch. He now rode over to his fallen comrade.
"Cover us, lady!" He told his bike who beeped yes.
Lasers came out of every opening on his bike and was firing at the Pit Crew.
Vinnie got off his bike and knelt down to Throttle. He cradled him in his arms and tried to revive him.
"Throttle. Bro, say something. Don't you dare go away on me!" Vinnie cried out.
The tan furred mouse soon stirred and looked up at him.
"Don't worry. I don't plan on dying today." He replied, struggling to get up.
Vinnie put his arm under his arm pits and around his waist while Throttle put his arm around the white mouse's waist.
"Can ya walk?" Vinnie asked.
"I think so. Still a little winded." He replied.
The white mouse's Red Sports Bike had The Pit Boss' goons on the run. Suddenly, a tiny missile struck his bike knocking it to the ground.
"My bike!" Vinnie cried out.
Unfortunately, he had his hands full and couldn't tend to this ride.
"Your bike isn't your only worry, mousie."
The two mice looked up to see Greasepit holding a missile launcher at them. He was about to fire at them when something struck it sending him into the air and into Modo's fist.
"Pick on someone else, Grease Stain!" He said, striking him and then riding up to his bros.
"Modo! You sure are a sight for sore eyes." Throttle grinned.
"Thank Four-By." Modo replied, introducing the tall man who now shook hands with the tan furred mouse.
"Much obliged, bro." Throttle said.
"Hey, Vin, you okay?" Modo asked.
"My lady. She's-" Vinnie cried out, sadly cradling his bike.
"Oh, mama...Vin, I'm sorry."
Four-By knelt by the bike.
"I think I can repair it. Get it to my garage pronto." He told the mice.
Modo and Throttle used the tow lines that shot out of the backs of their bikes to tow Vinnie's bike to Four-By's garage. Vinnie was distraught. His bike was like a close friend. His two bros understood all too well.
Modo remembered the time Limburger attacked them with nuclear waste and stole his bike. Modo panicked. He was afraid that the Big Cheese would hurt his bike. Due to a clever plan of Charley's, they were able to get his bike back. Throttle went to get his bike during their fight with the Road Ravens. She was his first special lady. So the Biker Mice of course were very close to their super sweet rides.
They dragged Vinnie's beloved bike to Four-by's garage. Fortunately, it wasn't far. Four-By worked for hours on Vinnie's sweet ride. Vinnie paced back and forth like an expectant father waiting for his wife to give birth in a hospital.
"Relax, bro. Four-By's as good a mechanic as Charley-girl. Your bike's in good hands." Modo told him.
Soon, the tall muscular warrior of The Pits emerged from the garage.
"Well?" Vinnie asked, with an expectant and hopeful look on his face.
"She made it through." He grinned.
Vinnie's red Sports bike came racing past Four-By and towards Vinnie. The white mouse let out a triumphant cheer as he hopped on his sweet ride. He cradled and patted it.
"Thanks, bros. This mouse totally thanks you for saving my lady." Vinnie said, with a big grin.
"Well, I had help." Four-By grinned, stepping aside as Charley Davidson walked out towards the guys.
"Charley! How'd you get here?" Throttle asked.
"Four-By told me what happened to Vinnie's bike and brought me here." She replied.
"Where's Zoe?" Modo asked.
"The Pit Boss has her." Charley replied.
"That makes me mad! If that deranged creep hurts her..." Modo began, eye as red as a flaming torch.
"He won't. And now that I'm back in action, it's payback time!" Vinnie said.
