Who would have thought that I would ever right a Biker Mice from Mars fic? I just felt that I needed to honor my old childhood cartoon. Although my childhood wasn't that long ago. Yep, a fourteen year old writing about a cartoon that I can barely remember. But thanks to sites on the Biker Trio, and digging up old tapes, I finally feel that I can write a decent story about them. So without further ado, here's my story. Please read and review!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Biker Mice From Mars, because if I did, you'd defiantly see more flesh of the three. --. Anyway, I do own Motor-Mouth, although why anyone would want to steal her, is beyond me...
Prologue: Mystery Kid
The night was cool, and unusually calm for the city of Chicago. There were no crimes, and the sky was clear, a full moon sitting in the middle of the sky. Stars sparkled, and caught the eye of a small child, who looked up at them, ignoring the thunder of a motorcycle. The sound grew tenfold, however, when three more sped by. Blinking, the child watched them go, waving.
Waving back at the child, a masculine voice called back to two figures behind him, "Ya think Charlie-girl will go for it?" It was surprising that they could hear, the roaring engines sounding through the night.
The biker on his left grinned under his helmet, and nodded, "No doubt about it! And if she doesn't, I'll just work my charm..."
The largest biker snorted, and shook his head, deciding to keep his nose out of it. This banter was normal among the three, and he just didn't feel it needed his comment. His compassionate vehicle honked and beeped softly, catching his attention.
He whispered to it, gently patting the handlebar as they speed through the street, "Don't worry 'bout me...I'm just tired, s'all."
As they neared their destination, The Last Chance Garage, they slowed their rides. Coming to a stop in the middle of the garage, the middle biker took off his helmet. Revealing two large ears, buckteeth, and glasses. It was none other than Throttle, the leader of the Biker Mice.
His companions followed his example, and the white daredevil called out to his friend, "Charlie! Hey, where are ya!?" His metal mask did nothing to hide his smile, happy to visit the female mechanic anytime.
Modo, the gray goliath, set his helmet down, and began to walk around. It wasn't like their friend to keep them waiting. She was usually up front, working on one of the many machines. He added to his bros search, and made his way to the back, "Charlie-ma'am? You in here?"
An auburn head appeared as she descended the stares up to her apartment. For a mechanic, she seemed surprisingly clean, and he concluded that she had straitened herself up.
"Hey! There ya are! Ya worried me, sweetheart." Vinnie laughed, swinging an arm around her shoulders, which was practically tossed off.
"Oh, wouldn't want to do that..." She grinned and rolled her eyes. He was annoying, yes, but he was one of her best friends, so she dealt with him.
Entering last, Throttle shook his head at his friend's antics, and leaned against the wall. He crossed his arms, and gave Charlie a smirk, "Yeah, he might pop a vein. Anyway, Charlie-girl, we wanted to know if you wanted to come hang with us at the scoreboard."
She sighed, silently thanking god. They were obviously trying to cheer her up, since she had been swamped lately. Everyone wanted something tuned up at once, and since it was Friday, she had hoped to do something unrelated to work. Yawning slightly, she nodded, "Sure. Just let me lock things up here, and we'll rent a movie or something."
"You read our mind, Charlie-ma'am." Modo grinned, wanting to get that new James Bomb movie that had come out.
Vinnie grinned, and punched his bro's arm playfully, "Yeah, but with you, that ain't too difficult!" He laughed, and stopped when a fist connected with his jaw.
"Oh, want to play like that, eh?" The white mouse tackled his gray friend, ending up in a wrestling match. Throttle just rolled his hidden eyes, grinning at the sight. The other two rolled around on the ground, and eventually, his leg was caught, and pulled down, into the tumble.
"Oh yeah!?" He threw in his own punches, laughing. Charlie returned, and crossed her arms. Their little wrestling match hadn't damaged anything yet, but if she let it continue, they were sure to break something.
"I can't leave you three alone for a minute, can I?" She bit back her laughter, as they stared at her like kids with their hands caught in the cookie jar. They got up, and shot each other looks which meant 'We'll finish this later.'
Vinnie grinned, scratching the back of his head, "Yeah, we-" His comment was interrupted, by a screech of tires.
She frowned, and made her way to the front, "Hold on guys, I gotta deal with this last customer, and then we'll leave..."
"Sure, no rush." Throttle waved it away, and returned to his post on the wall, eyeing his bro's. He wanted to make sure they didn't start another rumble.
She walked out, pulling on her jacket and giving a polite smile. Even if she was tired, a customer was a customer, and she needed the money. There was a figure in black clothes, sitting on a fairly new motorcycle. It didn't look like it needed any tuning up.
What caught her eye, was the small girl that sat in the back. It wasn't unusual for people to take their kids out riding, but this kid wasn't strapped in or anything. And by the looks of it, she hadn't worn a helmet either.
"What can I do for you?" The mechanic asked the larger rider.
The black-clad figure faced her, and then nudged the little kid. The child's eyes widened, and she nodded happily. Jumping off of the bike, she held out her hand, and Charlie shook it, a bit confused.
"Hi! Me n' Streak was riding around, and the motorcycle started to make a weird you check it out?" She cocked her head to the side cutely.
Frowning slightly, Charlie nodded, "Er, sure. Just let me get the papers..." She turned around, and jumped suddenly at the start of an engine. The little girl screamed and clung to her arm.
"It's for your own good, Motor-mouth!" The figure waved, before popping a wheelie and zooming out of the garage. The smoke suffocated Charlie, and she heard the little girl cough harshly.
When the smoke cleared, she stared numbly, trying to think of what had just happened. Here she was, Charlene Davidson covered in soot, with an unnamed child clinging to her side. It took her but a moment to realize what had happened, and she ran to the entrance, screaming at the long gone biker.
"Hey! You forgot your kid!!!" She knew it was hopeless, and sighed. "What the heck was that all about?" The child was instantly at her side, voice cracking with unshed tears.
"Streak! Streak! Where are you!?" she coughed again, the exhaust keeping her from breathing correctly. Tears ran down her smudged cheeks, and she tried to cover her mouth politely. Even in the worst cases, she had her manners.
"Charlie-girl! What happened!?" The worried voice of Vinnie reached her ears, and the mechanic stopped patting the girl's back, and stood.
Modo was the first to reach her, and he looked at her, concerned, "Charlie-ma'am, you okay?"
"Yeah, we thought we heard a scream.." The tan leader scowled.
Pushing back auburn bangs, she still had the look of pure confusion on her face. Turning to the three, she motioned to the street, and shook her head slightly. "Well, this guy came in, and just dumped this kid...No name, or anything.."
"Uh, what kid?"
She blinked, and where the little girl had been, there was nothing. Now utterly baffled, Charlie felt tiny hands on the back of her legs. Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned her head and stared into the wide-eyes of the little girl.
"Are the monster's gonna hurt me?" she practically whimpered.
Modo's ears twitched at the tiny voice, and he knelt, trying to see around Charlie's legs. The girl poked her head out, and caught his kind eyes. Blinking, she inched out, yet still clung to the only other human in the room. The gray mouse grinned, and stood next to his bro's proudly.
"Ain't nobody gonna hurt you, little missy." He clasped his friend's shoulders.
"Yeah! We're the good guys!" Vinnie winked at her.
Much like any child would be, she was mesmerized. They were creatures of her imagination, something she would dream about. Talking mice? It was cool with her! Slowly making her way towards the three, she looked up at them, brown eyes full of adoration. She squealed happily, and pointed at Throttle.
"Hey, hey!!! You're the biker I saw earlier! Sweet ride, duuuuuuude!" She gave him a thumb up, and he couldn't help but smile.
Her black curls bounced when she jumped around, still giving him thumbs up. The child didn't even come up to Charlie's hip, or the mice knees. Her brown skin was smudged with soot, and her hands were blackened.
Charlie grinned, and set a hand on her head, "So, you like motorcycles, huh? Lets go get you cleaned up, and then you can tell me what else you like..." She led the little girl to the back, and began to clean her face off with the washcloth. Or at least, tried to.
The child kept dodging the soap, trying to talk to the mice to tell them how cool they were, and asking why they could talk. She was just a flurry of questions, and the woman sighed, throwing the washcloth back into the sink. "It's a lost cause! I give up!"
"You don't mind if I give it a try, Charlie-ma'am?" Modo moved towards the two, and grabbed the cloth in his giant hands.
"Sure, be my guest..."
Kneeling next to the little girl, he grinned and dabbed at her face, "Ah don't think these smudges will come off...there gonna be stuck forever." he winked at his bro's.
The child gasped, "What! Oh no! ...Gimme that!" She swiped the cloth out of his hands, and scrubbed her face, desperate to get the smudges off. Soon, her face and hands were spotless.
Throttle shook his head, smirking at his older bro, "Geez Modo...that was pretty smart."
"Jus' got to know how to deal with em..." he beamed.
Gaping at the now clean child, Charlie shook her head, and sighed. "You're a miracle worker. Anyway, what's you're name, little girl?"
Looking up, the child puffed out her tiny chest proudly, "I'm Motor-Mouth!" She looked up at the mice, "What're your names?"
"That's not a real name..." Charlie muttered to herself. Although she was ignored by the bikers, however, as they answered her question.
"I'm Vinnie!" He struck a pose, and she giggled at him.
"Throttle." The tan mouse nodded at her.
She held out her hand, and the larger of the three shook it gently, "I'm Modo, Lil' Missy."
Giggling, she didn't let go of his hand, and instead held onto his arm. He lifted it as she held on, and soon they were eye to eye. "Ya plan on givin' my arm back?" He chuckled lightly.
"Nope!"
Crossing her arms, Charlie tapped her foot, and decided to interrupt. "Motor mouth? Kind of a funny name. What's you're real name, kid?"
"That is my real name." Motor Mouth let go of his arm, and jumped down onto the ground. She was having a blast, and didn't want the lady to spoil it. "Hey! You didn't tell me you're name yet!"
"Oh, what? I'm Charlie. Charlie Davidson." She beamed at the little girl.
"...That's a boys name." The child stuck her tongue out in distaste. Not noticing the fallen expression of the mechanic, she continued to walk around. Nosey, as many children were, she ended up back in the garage, and finally came in contact with three bikes.
"Why I aughta..." Charlie stormed after the girl, only to stop dead in her tracks.
"Look at me!" Motor mouth stood on top of Throttles bike, helmet on and everything. "I'm a talking mouse!"
Throttle, in fear of the paint of his beloved motorcycle, quickly ran up to her, and placed her on the ground, "Eh, why don't you go play somewhere else?" He let out a sigh as she ran back towards the rest.
"She's sure calm for someone who's just been abandoned..." Vinnie muttered under her breath. It was true, the little girl was so fascinated with them and the place, she had forgotten all about her predicament.
Modo snarled, a large scowl planted on his face, "When I find the guy that left her, he's not gonna be able ta have children..." His threats fell on deaf ears, as the others were off, chasing the little girl around the garage. It was not a child friendly zone, and the gray mouse sighed, holding out his arm as Motor Mouth ran past. She was caught by the collar, and looked back at him, smiling.
"Hi Modo!" She waved.
Throttle, Charlie, and Vinnie reappeared, all of them out of breath. The mechanic stared down at the child, and eyed her as if she were two headed. "Where do kids get all that energy?"
"Yeah. I'd kill for that speed..." The white mouse grinned as his tan bro shot him a look.
"How old are ya, kid?" Throttle raised a brow, as the girl began to play with Modo's shoelaces.
"I'm six. How old are you?" She shot back."I don't see what that has to do with anything..." He frowned.
She promptly copied his movements, before saying they exact same thing. The leader crossed his arms, and she did too. It was a full five minutes of her copying ever thing he did, and he sighed exasperatingly.
"Oh, man! Throttle, you were just burned by a six year old!" Vinnie's laughter echoed throughout the area, and was silence by a pressure on his foot. Blinking, he looked down at the face of Motor mouth, and she scowled.
"Be nice! Or I'll hafta beat you up!" She shook a fist at him. The very thought sent him into another fit of laughter, and tears ran down his face.
"Uh, Vin." Modo's deep voice cut through, "Ya might wanna take her serious. Ya see-" He was cut off by the yelp of Vinnie.
The white mouse was on the floor, in the fetal position. His eyes were wide, and he let out a whimper of pain. It seemed, that the girl had laid a well-placed punch directly at his crotch.
Said girl was standing, head held up in triumph. "Told you."
Throttle was the one laughing this time, along with Charlie. Modo just shrugged, and joined in.
"I tried to warn ya. Primer got away with it plenty o' times..." he chuckled, ruffling the child's curly brown hair.
Regaining his composure, Vinnie glared at the child, not liking the fact that it was not only a girl that took him down, but also a child. His ego was really taking a beating at this point. He crossed his arms, mumbling, "That's not a kid. That's a project of Satan..."
"...Streak used to call me that all the time..." Her mood swung from triumphant, to saddened.
"Yeah, speaking of which, do you know where this 'Streak' person might be?" Charlie scowled, wanting to know who would dump a kid onto a complete stranger.
Modo tried to console the sniffling child, who answered her sadly, "Nuh uh. We were on our way to save mommy..."
"Save...mommy?" Throttle asked in confusion. He scratched his chin in thought, trying to make sense of her statement.
"Yup. All Streak kept saying was 'how we had to save mommy from that low down dirty son of a-'" Her mouth was covered by Modo, and he looked down at her disapprovingly.
"Ah don't think that's language for a young lady to repeat." His voice rumbled with anger for the person who had taught her such words, and that had left her here.
"M'kay, Modo!"
Charlie smacked her forehead, thoughts of laying around with the guys, and watching movies forgotten. They had a bigger problem on their hands, one named 'Motor-Mouth'. Why had she been dumped on them? And what was she talking about? Would the mechanic ever get a night of rest? ...By the looks of it, no.
"So I guess 'movie night' is off huh?" Vinnie crossed his arms, watching her try and catch his tail.
"Looks like it bro." Throttle swung a leg over his bike, and it roared to life.
Snapping out of her stupor, their female friend raised a brow at his actions, "Where are you guys going?" Her tone of voice clearly asked, 'Why are you leaving me here with her?'
"We're going to see if we can track down this guy, or get any info on him."
Vinnie caught the drift, and slung an arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry, Sweatheart. I'll stick around and help ya with the tyke." The offer shocked her, and she narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"I dunno..." she began.
Moto leapt onto Lil' Hoss, and placed his helmet on, "It's a good idea. What if that Streak fella shows up again? I think he should stay. 'Cause if I ever meet that..." He watched Motor Mouth chase Vinnie's tail, "Well, I shouldn't stay..."
And with that, the two oldest biker mice sped out of the garage, leaving Charlie with two immature children. Sighing, she threw the mouse's arm off of her shoulders for the second time that night. Although, it wouldn't be the last.
"Charlie...I don't feel so good..." The child's words were true, for she threw up all over the floor a second later.
"Arg! Why me!?" The mechanic tugged on her hair, and shouted for the remaining mouse to get a mop and bucket.
