Rescue From The Pits-Chapter 10
"First we got to get past The Pit Boss' Pit Crew as well as every other goon in this area. And with all three of your mugs plastered all over the Pits, it won't be easy." Four-By said, showing Throttle and Vinnie the wanted posters.
"Oh, man. This is bad." Throttle groaned.
"I'll say." Vinnie said, frowning, "Not the best picture of Yours Truly. Plus, aren't I... taller?"
"Seriously, Vinnie, that's what you're raving about?" Charley asked, arms folded and raising one eyebrow.
"Sweetheart, this mouse is the studliest in the cosmos. My face is a universal treasure." Vinnie bragged, "Whoever took my picture didn't even get my good side. Of course, all of them are good."
"Someone's on a trip...an ego trip." Modo muttered, shaking his head.
"Leggo my ego." Vinnie replied.
"Bros, bros. Can we get serious for once?" Throttle asked.
"He's right. We gotta save Zoe from Pit Breath." Modo said.
"We're gonna need a disguise and I've got just the thing." Vinnie said.
...
Three of the Pit Boss' Crew were riding by on a dune buggy.
"Step on it or the Pit Boss will have our heads!" One of them said to the one who was driving.
"What's yer hurry, boys?"
They stopped to see Charley Davidson standing in the middle of the path. She leaned her head to one side and smiled. They stopped and got out of their vehicle.
"What the h- are you doing out here, girl?" One of the goons said.
"I'm lost." Charley purred, "And lonely."
"Well, hey, we'll keep ya company, won't we, boys?" One of the others said, with a lecherous grin.
Charley cringed as she felt his eyes ogle her body. These guys were the scum of The Pits.
He was about to touch Charley's face with his bare hand when suddenly someone pulled him back away from her. He looked up to see a large white furry fist smash him in the face.
Relief flooded through the auburn haired woman.
"Hey, wh-?" The other said, looking around.
Within minutes, Throttle had headbutted one of the goons. Modo punched the other one. They had knocked them out. Dressed in only their underwear and tied together with a rope, the three mice locked the three goons up in a holding cell.
"Looks like their clothes just might fit us." Throttle said, holding up a shirt.
Soon, they dressed in the goons' clothes and wore wigs. Vinnie wore a shoulder length black wig. Throttle wore a blonde wig shaped like an afro. Modo wore a wig with brown hair shaped in a bob cut. All three of them were dressed in baggy pants, and plaid shirts. All three mice took care to hide their large mouse ears.
Charley broke out and started laughing.
"Sweetheart, what's the gag?" Vinnie asked.
"You guys look like throwbacks from the '70s!" Charley laughed, slapping her knee.
"Man, Charley-girl wasn't kidding." Throttle said, "We look ridiculous."
"Ugggh! Those guys should've gotten arrested for bad taste in clothes." Vinnie groaned, as he and his bros stared at themselves in a large mirror.
"We wouldn't exactly win any awards for being the best dressed, that's for sure." Modo said.
"The important thing is getting past the Pit Boss' Pit Crew. If they think you're one of them, it'll go well." Four-By said.
They were about to get on their bikes when Four-By stopped them.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. The Pit Crew has seen these bikes. They're gonna know who you are if they see you riding them." He said.
"Appreciate the concern, Four-By. But our bikes go where we go. They're a big part of our lives. They're as part of us as breathing." Throttle told him.
"What if we disguised the bikes? Would that help?" Charley asked, "If the Pit Boss or any of his crew asked about the bikes, the guys could say they stole them."
"Disguise our bikes? Begging your pardon, Miss Charley-Ma'am, I don't think I follow you." Modo said, puzzled.
"What do you have in mind, Charley-girl?" Throttle asked.
"Something I've been working on. You'll see." She replied.
Charley went into her truck and pulled out a canister and the type of sprayer that people use to spray paint cars. She then demonstrated by spraying a piece of scrap metal she got from a junkyard that contained parts from cars.
Within minutes, the old, dusty metal looked new and was its original color when it was new. In fact, it looked as if she got it off a car showroom at a dealership.
"Whoa! That's amazing, Charley-girl!" Throttle exclaimed, staring at it in total shock.
"It looks totally brand new!" Modo was saying, awestruck.
"It's an experimental paint I created. It removes any rust from metal and makes it brand new. I got a lot of the chemicals for the paint from Stoker once when we went back to Mars. It won't affect the original paint job. I can also put designs on the bikes." Charley replied.
Charley placed a decal on the piece of scrap metal. All she had to do was spray paint on it. The design, a ladybug appeared on the metal.
"The paint and design only last an hour. After that, it will evaporate and go back to its original paint job." She said.
"Plenty of time to give Pit Breath and his scumbags the tail-whipping of their lives!" Throttle grinned.
Soon, Charley had repainted the bikes and put decals on them so that the mice hardly recognized them.
"Looks great, Charley-girl." Throttle remarked, admiring the black bike he rode that had white ghostlike decals of winged skulls on them.
Modo's bike had pictures of fists wearing brass knuckles on them decorating his bike that was painted blue. While Vinnie was liking the orange flame design on his bike.
"Remember, guys. The effects are temporary. After an hour, the designs disappear as well as the paint. The bikes go back to normal. So rescue Zoe and get out of there." Charley told them.
"Sure, Charley-girl. Let's Rock..."Throttle began, fist in the air.
"...And Ride!" Vinnie and Modo cried out, fists in the air as well. The three bikers rode off towards the Pit Boss's hideout.
Zoe was drifting in and out of sleep. The chains that held her to the wall were cumbersome. The fetters kept her arms in the air as her feet were about a foot above the ground. She wondered where Modo and the others were.
Why haven't they rescued me? Surely, by now, they have to know I'm here.
Thoughts like these filled her mind. Why did I have to come here? To ask for Modo's forgiveness.
It was my fault the Pit Boss caught him in the first place.
But she couldn't let herself think that. The Pit Boss already had it in for the Biker Mice. They defied him and destroyed his empire. He wasn't going to let them get away with it.
I have to have faith in Modo. I know he, Throttle, and Vinnie will find me. After all, Modo managed to escape. Thank goodness, he's safe.
"Modo...please come soon...I need you." She murmured, head down, fighting back tears.
...
And racing on the road, the Biker Mice, now disguised as members of the Pit Boss's Pit Crew were speeding towards the Pit Boss' slave city.
"We're almost there." Throttle said, "Brace yourselves, bros!"
"Hold on, Miss Zoe...We're coming." Modo said to himself.
They were determined to save her.
Within minutes, members of the Pit Boss' Pit crew came riding towards the three bikers.
"Who goes there?" One of the crew asked them.
"Shut up!" Throttle said, disguising his voice and talking roughly, "We've been on scouting duty all day and all we want to do get a drink."
"Yeah? Well, you can go once you give us the secret handshake." He said.
The three mice suddenly looked at each other in surprise. They had no idea what he was talking about. Fortunately, Charley had communicators put in their ears so she and Four-By could communicate with them.
"The secret handshake is a way for the members of the Pit Boss Pit Crew to identify themselves. You and another crew member bump your right fists together twice then bump your hips together." Four-By told them through the communicators.
"You got to be kidding me." Vinnie said.
"Who you talking to?" The Pit Crew member asked.
"No one. Don't mind him. He's got diarhea on the brain." Throttle replied.
"Hey!" Vinnie exclaimed.
"The handshake, dude."
The mice bumped their right fists with each of the crew members then bumped hips with them.
"Then the finish." The crew member said, making arm pit sounds with his arm pit.
The mice did it. Vinnie hid his face while cringing.
"Go on in, dudes." He said.
The Biker Mice slowly rode into the Pit Boss' city towards a sleazy bar called the Pit Fall. But they didn't go into the bar. They rode past it and hid behind another building.
"We need to find out where they have Zoe." Modo told his two friends.
"Has to be one of the prisons. That's where they took us that time we had to face the Stone Gladiators." Throttle replied, pressing a button on his bike.
It showed a holographic image of a map.
"Good thing I made a map of this place." The tan furred leader said, "If I was Ol' Pit Breath, I would probably stash a prisoner there."
He pointed to one of the many cells in the Pits.
"But which one?" Vinnie asked.
Throttle used the infra-red visor on his helmet. It revealed a human chained to the wall of a prison cell.
"There!" He pointed.
"Then what are we waitin' for? Let's-" Modo began.
"Hey! What are youse goons doing there?"
The mice turned to see Greasepit, Limburger's right hand goon standing before them.
"Mind your own business, Greasegutt!" Vinnie said.
"Oh, a wise guy, huh?" Greasepit got angry and started swinging at the mice. Modo grabbed him and threw him towards his two friends.
"Have a nice fall, GreaseStain!" Vinnie said, socking him in the jaw.
"Love to stay and chew the fat with you, but, I gotta bust a move!" Modo said to his bike, "Let's rev it up, Lil' Hoss!"
The bike popawheelie and flew threw the air and rode towards the cell Zoe was in. Using his infra-red visor, he detected and located her. He blasted the cell wall down.
"Modo!" Zoe cried out, as her face broke out in the most radiant smile he had ever seen.
"Rescues R Us! We deliver!" He teased.
The tall gray mouse now shot off the chains and shackles on her arms and feet. The girl now ran to him arms outstretched. They hugged for a long time.
"I knew you'd come for me." Zoe said.
"Naturally." Modo replied.
Then he frowned as he glanced at her torn dress.
"Who did this to you?" He asked.
"It doesn't matter." She replied, quietly looking down.
"To me, it does." He said, "Anyone who would dishonor a lady needs to be taught some manners."
Suddenly, they heard the sounds of hands clapping together. They looked up to see the Paco standing a few feet from them.
"Saving the damsel in distress. You hero types. Caballeros. You all alike." He smirked.
"Why, you perverted scum!" Modo's eye was glowing as red as a police siren.
"Modo, don't. He's not worth getting into a fight over." Zoe told him.
The large gray mouse gently pushed Zoe to the side of him and walked over to beat some sense into Paco. Unfortunately, the guy had one of the electric rods with him. He struck the mouse with the end of it. Large volts of electricity shot through his body. The mouse screamed as he felt arcs of electric volts shoot through him.
"You're hurting him! Stop it!" Zoe cried out, running towards Paco and now grabbing his arm.
"Cara la boca, estupida!" Paco shouted, throwing Zoe to the ground.
"NOOOOOOOO!" She screamed.
As if in answer to her distress, the necklace around her neck began glowing with an unearthly aura. She felt her body suspended in mid-air. Soon her whole body was illuminated by the strange, glowing blue aura. Paco stopped and turned to look. So did everyone else in the Pits.
"What the h-?" Throttle said, in awe at the glowing light.
He, Vinnie, and Greasepit had stopped fighting to stare at the light.
"Wh-?" Vinnie asked.
"Oh, man...we's being invaded by ghosts!" Greasepit now groaned, and folding up his body into a shivering ball.
Zoe pointed a single finger at Paco who was now pale as a ghost. A single arc of light emanated from it striking him. His screams of agony echoed through The Pits. Where he once stood was now a pile of ash.
Modo, whose fur was slightly singed, was struggling to get up. He was quickly helped by Zoe.
"Modo, are you okay?" She asked.
The mouse was now staring at her in total disbelief.
"Zoe, how did you-I mean-how-" He began.
"I don't know! I really don't know!" She exclaimed, staring at her hand in shock.
