Either my muse is moving in with me, or I really love you guys…kicks muse off of Jak 3 game Er, right…Well, when it rains, it pours right? You know, if I was truly evil….naw, I'll let you see for yourselves when you read it! Hmmm….Other than the fact that this chappie made me laugh, I got nothing else to say….! Oh...FairDrea...I win! chews on her head friendly-like I wuv you! Tanks fer the support! And to all my other reviewers...I LOVE YOU ALL!

Disclaimer: I don't own Biker Mice From Mars! Cause if I did…You know it'd be a live action movie by now! I do, however, own Streak, Motor Mouth, and …others…

Enjoy!


"UNCA MODO! MODO! MOOOOODOOO!"

His eye snapped open, and he sat up in his bed, looking around for danger. The ringing in his ears wouldn't die down, and his mechanical arm had already morphed into a gun. The gray goliath was halfway up, ready to stand, before he realized who had screamed. It struck him, and he fell back on the bed with a 'whump'.

Motor Mouth had been screaming in his ear, trying to wake him up the whole time. She stood by his bed, and blinked at him. He could tell something was amiss by the way she fiddled with the sheets. Though he realized that, his tired mind didn't have the capacity to speak yet.

"…."

"…U-Unca' Modo?"

He sighed through his nose, "Yeah Lil' Mouth…?"

"….Are hotdogs supposed to blow up?" This seemingly innocent question had a hidden agenda that the mouse barely caught.

He sat up, eyeing the small child, "Noooo…why?"

"Oops?" she shrugged her shoulders, trying to look as cute as possible.

When she tried to run, he grabbed the back of her nightgown, and lifted her into his arms. She rested her head in her hands, facing forward with his arms around her waist. He stepped into the kitchen, to find Charlie cleaning bits of hotdog from inside the microwave.

She scrubbed with hidden anger, her movements sharp and clumsy. The mechanic also seemed to be muttering under her breath. Nothing pleasant from the look on her face.

Raising an eye ridge, he looked down at the girl in his arms. It was a silent question, though stern enough to make her wince at his expression.

"I-I was just gonna make you breakfast…" Motor Mouth offered an adorable smile.

Charlie gasped, and pointed a finger at the small child, shock on her face. "You little liar! You said that Modo sent you to get him some hotdogs!" She narrowed her eyes at the little girl, and was about to open her mouth when Throttle cleared his throat.

"What's goin' on here?" He eyed the mess, then the girl.

Amazingly enough, Motor Mouth was sputtering, tears running down her face. She pointed at Charlie, and sniffled, "S-She's lying! I didn't say that! She's lying!" Then she let out a wail.

Vinnie, roused awake by the noise stuck his fingers in his ears, "Whoa, whao! Who sounded the alarm?"

Growling, Charlie gave the young child a glare, "Why you little-" She was silenced when Modo raised his hand, eyes still concentrating on Motor Mouth.

He set her on the ground sternly, and scowled down at her in a fatherly manner. "Lil' Lady," He began, voice rumbling, "I won't have you lyin' ya hear? Now tell the truth."

Almost instantly, the girl stopped blubbering and blinked up at him, stunned. No one but her mother and Streak ever saw through her crocodile tears. To the little con-artist, it was unnerving. "Uh…o-okay?"

The fact that she had stopped crying automatically made Charlie narrow her eyes. Though, for fear of angering Modo, she kept the unpleasant comments to herself. "Well, aren't you gonna tell 'em?" She crossed her arms at Motor Mouth.

"Fine! I wanted to make Modo some breakfast. There." She said in a huff, voice placed as if she were better than them. It faded quickly when she was lifted by the scruff of her nightgown. "Eep!"

Modo, still stern-faced, pointed to his room, "You better not come out till I say so…Got it?" He placed her on the floor when she nodded, and swatted at her behind as she went running into the room.

"Wow. You sure handled her, Big guy." Vinnie raised a brow, cringing when he heard the door slam. "It was like you were a whole 'nother person."

Throttle looked back at Charlie, blinking when she still fumed silently, "Well, Motor Mouth's taken care of, let's help clean this up guys…"

The auburn haired woman sighed, and sent the tan mouse silent thanks. It was the fact that the little monster had the gall to lie in their faces. Yet, she hadn't had as much experience with children as Modo had…maybe all children went through a lying phase. She shook her head, and began to help the mice in cleaning the mess.

It wasn't that large, and once they were done, Charlie made some real breakfast. She whipped up some scrambled eggs, and once Modo called Motor Mouth out of the room, they had a good mourning. The girl seemed to forget all about her punishment, as did the others.

Leaning back in his chair, Vinnie pat his stomach, and belched, "Heh…" His ears twitched when he heard clapping. "Uh..?"

The child giggled at him, and was clapping her little hands together, "Wow! That was a good one! Beat Streak's by a mile!" Her cheering slowed to a stop, when she was sent a disapproving glance from the gray mouse.

Charlie and Throttle hand to bite their lips, to stop from laughing. From the looks of it, Motor Mouth didn't seem to understand what she had done wrong. The look of confusion on her face even made the female mechanic forgive the episode from earlier.

"Clapping is…bad, Unca Modo?" She cocked her head to the side, eyes squinting in thought.

He had to bite back a curse at this clueless behavior. The jerk didn't even have the decency to teach her manners. In fact, it looked like Streak encouraged such actions. "Not that…But after you burp, your supposed to say 'Excuse me'." He elbowed Vinnie, who teetered on the chair before falling backwards.

The white mouse got up from the ground, eyes narrowed at his larger bro, "Oh yeah…Excuse me."

This time, Charlie couldn't help but laugh. It was contagious; soon Throttle and even Modo were laughing. Motor Mouth just blinked at them, and shook her head.

"I will never understand grown ups…" she muttered.

The first one to recover, Charlie looked at her watch idly, and sighed. "Hm. Even though I'm not going to open the Garage…I should still get home." She smiled at the groans, all belonging to the mice before her. Though, she noted that the little girl had kept her mouth quiet.

"Okay, bye Charlie Ma'am!" She quipped, jumping from her chair, and trying to push the older woman out.

"Whoa, whoa! I'm going, I'm going!" The mechanic eyed the child, shaking her head. Something told her that Motor Mouth didn't exactly like her company.

"Hold it, Lil' Mouth." Modo called, and she returned to the seat obediently. He noticed the hostility in which the girl addressed Charlie. Shaking his head, he hid a smirk. You had to be an idiot not to see it.

"Hey, be nice…She can stay as long as she wants, midget." Vinnie blinked, obviously clueless. It took the gray mouse all he had not to slap his forehead.

Throttle chuckled, seeing it as well, "Heh, well, see ya Charlie-girl…Call if ya got a problem…" He lifted his hand, a half wave.

She returned it, and smiled at the other, "Bye guys…" Watching as Motor Mouth stuck out her tongue, she blinked and the child's face was neutral. 'Oh…she's good.' Charlie eyed her, before walking out of the Scoreboard.

'Good riddance…' Motor Mouth grinned, almost instantly happy that the female mechanic had left. She leapt from her chair, and ran into Modo's room.

The mice looked at each other, shrugging. They looked back at the door, until it opened, showing a fully dressed youngster.

She had a gray shirt and blue jeans, nothing very amazing. In her arms was the Dalmatian plushy. Motor Mouth skipped over to the table, and sat back down, "What are we gonna do today?"

Blinking at each other, the mice looked down at themselves. They weren't even out of their sweat pants, and the child wanted to go run around someplace. It was going to be a long day…

"Uh…kiddo…why don't we wait a while…" Throttle suggested, instantly receiving a glare from the adolescent sitting across from him.

"But I wanna do something! I'm boooored!" she whined in a very annoying pitch.

Modo was about to reprimand her, when Vinnie beat him to it. "Hey, hey! Cut it out, kid! You're killin' my ears…." He blinked when she did indeed, stop. "That's better."

"Okay Vinnie!" She squeaked, almost too happily. Leaving her seat for the third time that mourning, Motor Mouth skipped over to him, "Only if you promise to take me riding later!" Her eyes shone, and she held onto her stuffed animal tightly, silently hoping.

He was slightly weirded out by her adorable eyes, "Uh..sure thing kid."

"Yay! I'm going to get a ride with THE Vincent VanWham!" She giggled, and started dancing around the table, chanting.

Modo and Throttle exchanged looks, both grinning ear from ear. It looked like they were about to burst out laughing at any moment.

The white mouse eyed the girl, before turning to his bro's, "Geez…what's her problem?"

That time, they did start to laugh. Both were holding their sides, shaking their heads so that their ears flopped. Motor Mouth and Vinnie blinked at them, wondering why in the world the other two were in hysterics.

Modo cleared his throat, amusement clearly in his voice, "Er…Lil' Mouth…why don't you go n' get my gear?" He knew that she wouldn't be able to lift his shoulder pad, let alone his whole body suit.

"Okie-Dokie Unca Modo!" And without suspicion, she went skipping into his room.

"Alright, now that the rugrat is outta the way…why are you two laughin?" The daredevil narrowed his eyes at his bro's.

"You really don't see it man?" Throttle's voice warned his fellow bikers that he would start laughing at any moment.

"See what?"

Modo chuckled, low and teasing, "Look's like Lil' Mouth's gotta crush on ya, bro." he smirked at the look of complete shock on Vinnie's face.

The white mouse shook his head, "No way! Not that little demon!"

"Oh yeah bro…" the tan mouse thought for a moment, "Hey, seems like you actually caught yourself a girl, Vin." He quipped.

"Oh, you are a riot, Throttle."

Modo opened his mouth to give a verbal jab as well, when the phone rang. Blinking as his moment was interrupted, he frowned, "Aw man…and I got a good one too…"

Throttle snickered, answering the phone leisurely, "Heya Charlie-girl…" He greeted automatically. Who else would have their number? He nodded, and listened at the hurried voice on the other end of the line.

His bro's could tell something was up by his body language. From a casual laid-back position, Throttle became tense alarmingly fast. Clenching his fist, he spoke into the phone urgently, "Okay Charlie-girl…Just calm down, and don't try anything!"

When he hung up, his bro's were on him in a matter of seconds.

"Well? Is she okay?"

"Is Charlie hurt?"

He held up his hands, halting any other questions, "Hey, I'll fill ya in on the way…seems Charlie-girl's got a…visitor." The word was spat out, as if it was a foul curse.

Modo's jaw clenched, and his eye flashed, "…Streak?"

"I dunno Big guy…Vin, grab Motor Mouth and lets go." Throttle did what he usually did under pressure; bark out orders.

"Got it!" The white mouse ran into his room, and came back out moments later in his biker gear. He then bolted into Modo's room, where the gray goliath was trying to coax Motor Mouth away from his gear.

"Lil' Mouth, it's okay! Just lemme get it on…" Modo sounded urgent, and he was too anxious to be stern with her.

"Nuh uh Unca Modo! You said that I could get it for you," She strained with his shoulder pad, brow slick with sweat, "And I'm gonna do it!" A tiny vien popped out of her forehead, giving her a comical bothered look.

Though Vinnie knew it wasn't the time to laugh. Thinking back to what his bro's said, he snapped his fingers. "Heya, Sweetheart, I thought ya wanted to take a right with me?" He tried, masking his anxiety with a smirk.

Motor Mouth instantly dropped Modo's gear, sighing dreamily before grabbing her stuffed Dalmatian, "C'mon Vinnie! Let's ride!" She ran past him, and bounced anxiously at the door.

The gray mouse blinked, "Now why didn't I think of that…?"

His younger bro would have howled with laughter, had it been under different circumstances, "Key word Big guy: Think…" And he was out of the doorway before Modo could process that he had been insulted.

"HEY!"

Throttle watched, already mounted on his bike as an energetic Motor Mouth leaped onto Vinnie's racer. He blinked when the owner of the bike ran out, and leapt in front of her in the seat. Making sure that the mouse had wrapped his tail around the girl, he looked up to see Modo come out, fuming.

"Do I even wanna know?" his voice did not show how worried he felt for his earther friend.

"No."

"Nuh-uh."

"I don't think so."

The tan leader raised a brow before starting his bike. "Alright you guys…Let's Rock..!"

All of them, including Motor Mouth, pumped their fists into the air. "..And Ride!"

It was a speedy trip, but they did go a bit slower because of the little girl. Though even if they had sped up, nothing would seem fast enough. There was someone endangering the life of one of their most trusted friend. Yeah, they were all concerned.

Soon, though not soon enough, they pulled into the Last Chance Garage. It's large door was open, and that just made them even more worried. It meant that they were expected.

"Wow…Fast response time." An unfamiliar voice called out from the side.

Throttle was the first one to jump up, and take out his laser. He did this before looking at the intruder, in which he almost dropped his weapon in shock. "…YOU?"

((You know….I was veeeeeeeeeeeeeeery tempted to leave this as a cliffhanger. But, I'd hate it, so I'm not going to. You're all lucky I woke up with a heart this mourning.))

Charlie, hands still held on top of her head, blinked at her friend's reaction. He knew this scum? She tried to turn around, but the gun was pressed into her back harder. Letting out a breath of air, she straitened herself, and looked strait ahead.

Once Modo dismounted his bike, his arm became a weapon, and he pointed it at the mechanic's captor. "I can't don't believe it…" his eye began to glow, which caused the perpetrator to back up some.

Only one mouse was left on his bike, and Vinnie blinked, looking from his bro's to the intruder. "….I'm missing something, aren't I?"

And before the other two could explain, Motor Mouth let out a squeal. They turned, expecting to see a danger, but realized it was a squeal of joy. In his confusion, Vinnie had let his tail become limp.

An easy escape for the hyper child.

Running past Charlie, she giggled and tackled the one person they all feared at the moment. She was caught in midair, gun tossed to the side as the intruder hugged her back, "Oh, Motor Mouth! I'm so glad you're alright!"

"I missed you, Julie!"

The brown haired biker grinned at the child in her arms, and pushed up her glasses, "Me too, ya little booger!" She rubbed her nose against Motor Mouth's, completely ignoring her hostage, as Charlie ran behind Throttle.

The three Biker Mice were totally and utterly…confused. They didn't know whether to put their guns away, or to shoot at the barkeep.

"….Mind explaining a few things?" Modo began, anger still simmering in his veins, "…Ma'am?" It was added in politeness, though he really didn't feel like being a gentleman.

Julie finally remembered where she was, and her grip tightened on the girl. Eyes hardening as she glared at them, her voice turned from friendly, to ice cold.

"…Streak sent me."