Title: Trivial 27: Rock And Ride!
Author: Kel
Rating: PG
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Summary: In Which Clark And Lex Discover 'Biker Mice From Mars'
Archive: Knock Yourself Out
Notes: For Chrissie the Rogue. :) This is all for you, darlin'. *whistling the BMFM theme song*
Biker Mice On The Net:
http://www.bikermice.com/menu.html
"So what are you watching this time?"
"Biker Mice From Mars."
"Biker... *Mice* From *Mars??*"
"Biker Mice From Mars."
"Lex... have I ever told you that you're weird?"
"On several occasions."
"Right. Still holds true."
"He who lives in glass houses, Clark."
"So what's the show about?"
"Biker Mice from Mars. The title is fairly self explanatory."
"Have I ever told you that you're a smart ass?"
"Every day."
"Still holds true."
"Thank you."
"So... plot?"
"Modo, Throttle and Vinnie--they're the Biker Mice--and they land on Earth. Chicago. The bad guys--Plutarkians, they're called--totally destroyed Mars, and our Hero Mice are the ones who got away, and crashed in Chicago. And, like the later Planeteers, they are working to protect Earth from the ravages of the Plutarkians."
"This is making my brain ache."
"You shouldn't make it work like that, Clark."
"Oh, bite me."
"You have this obsession with biting..."
"Can we get back to the Biker Mice thing please?"
"Of course. There's a lineup of Plutarkian bad guys, and the three mice--along with a human mechanic named Charlie--fight evil and save the world while riding very nice choppers."
"Hence... Biker Mice."
"You catch on fast, farmboy. Vinnie--the white one, with the purple bandana and metal face-plate--taught me my first appreciation of big bikes and helmets."
"Purple... color fetish?"
"Wild child. Vinnie's wild, loud, and b-bad to the ear b-bone."
"That's a *very* crappy George Thoroughgood impression."
"I'm impressed that you know who he is."
"Young, not stupid."
"Not saying a word."
"Good. Cause I'd be ticked off if you were making fun of me."
"I wouldn't make fun of you, Clark."
"Good."
"So stop sulking and come watch the cute mice ride their bikes and save the world."
"You and cartoon mice. Do you have Mickey Mouse issues I should know about?"
"I was never allowed to watch Mickey Mouse as a child."
"That would explain this. So... you were a Vinnie?"
"I was a Vinnie. You... you're... Modo."
"Modo? But I like Throttle."
"You can like Throttle all you want to. But you're Modo. Trust me."
"But I wanna be Throttle."
"It's not attractive when you whine."
"I am not whining."
"You're whining, my Padawan."
"Lex!!"
"Okay! Jesus! Sorry."
"I'm still not gonna be Modo. What is it with you and aliens anyway?"
"Clark. Think *very* hard. Why am I revisiting *alien* cartoons from my *teenage* years?"
"Oh. Letting your inner child out to play with your alien boyfriend, hmm?"
"I'm not even going into how disturbing that thought is."
"Okay... so your inner cartoon geek?"
"My inner *teenager,* Clark."
"Lex... it's *not* like your teens were *that* long ago."
"Trust me, Clark. Experience-wise... my teenage years are far behind me."
"See? This is why I like Throttle. He's nice. He's cool. He's not a wild child like Vinnie."
"Clark... you have serious issues, don't you?"
"At least my issues don't involve cartoon mice, motorcycles, and bald alien superheroes."
"You're never going to let me live Warrior Angel down, are you?"
"Not in a million, Lex. That's what boyfriends are for."
"I really hate you, Clark."
"I love you too."
The End.
Author: Kel
Rating: PG
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Summary: In Which Clark And Lex Discover 'Biker Mice From Mars'
Archive: Knock Yourself Out
Notes: For Chrissie the Rogue. :) This is all for you, darlin'. *whistling the BMFM theme song*
Biker Mice On The Net:
http://www.bikermice.com/menu.html
"So what are you watching this time?"
"Biker Mice From Mars."
"Biker... *Mice* From *Mars??*"
"Biker Mice From Mars."
"Lex... have I ever told you that you're weird?"
"On several occasions."
"Right. Still holds true."
"He who lives in glass houses, Clark."
"So what's the show about?"
"Biker Mice from Mars. The title is fairly self explanatory."
"Have I ever told you that you're a smart ass?"
"Every day."
"Still holds true."
"Thank you."
"So... plot?"
"Modo, Throttle and Vinnie--they're the Biker Mice--and they land on Earth. Chicago. The bad guys--Plutarkians, they're called--totally destroyed Mars, and our Hero Mice are the ones who got away, and crashed in Chicago. And, like the later Planeteers, they are working to protect Earth from the ravages of the Plutarkians."
"This is making my brain ache."
"You shouldn't make it work like that, Clark."
"Oh, bite me."
"You have this obsession with biting..."
"Can we get back to the Biker Mice thing please?"
"Of course. There's a lineup of Plutarkian bad guys, and the three mice--along with a human mechanic named Charlie--fight evil and save the world while riding very nice choppers."
"Hence... Biker Mice."
"You catch on fast, farmboy. Vinnie--the white one, with the purple bandana and metal face-plate--taught me my first appreciation of big bikes and helmets."
"Purple... color fetish?"
"Wild child. Vinnie's wild, loud, and b-bad to the ear b-bone."
"That's a *very* crappy George Thoroughgood impression."
"I'm impressed that you know who he is."
"Young, not stupid."
"Not saying a word."
"Good. Cause I'd be ticked off if you were making fun of me."
"I wouldn't make fun of you, Clark."
"Good."
"So stop sulking and come watch the cute mice ride their bikes and save the world."
"You and cartoon mice. Do you have Mickey Mouse issues I should know about?"
"I was never allowed to watch Mickey Mouse as a child."
"That would explain this. So... you were a Vinnie?"
"I was a Vinnie. You... you're... Modo."
"Modo? But I like Throttle."
"You can like Throttle all you want to. But you're Modo. Trust me."
"But I wanna be Throttle."
"It's not attractive when you whine."
"I am not whining."
"You're whining, my Padawan."
"Lex!!"
"Okay! Jesus! Sorry."
"I'm still not gonna be Modo. What is it with you and aliens anyway?"
"Clark. Think *very* hard. Why am I revisiting *alien* cartoons from my *teenage* years?"
"Oh. Letting your inner child out to play with your alien boyfriend, hmm?"
"I'm not even going into how disturbing that thought is."
"Okay... so your inner cartoon geek?"
"My inner *teenager,* Clark."
"Lex... it's *not* like your teens were *that* long ago."
"Trust me, Clark. Experience-wise... my teenage years are far behind me."
"See? This is why I like Throttle. He's nice. He's cool. He's not a wild child like Vinnie."
"Clark... you have serious issues, don't you?"
"At least my issues don't involve cartoon mice, motorcycles, and bald alien superheroes."
"You're never going to let me live Warrior Angel down, are you?"
"Not in a million, Lex. That's what boyfriends are for."
"I really hate you, Clark."
"I love you too."
The End.