Biker Mice from Mars
Hard Luck Trilogy Part 3
What's His Frequency Karbunkle?
Chapter 13.
"AAAHHH!" Howled both Limburger and Karbunkle as they made a mad dash down a narrow hallway! A hallway that was being destroyed behind them by a Legion of Flying Robots trying to squeeze themselves into the tight space!
It was due to the overzealousness of the Robots attempting to carry out their programing to Destroy all living things in the Tower, which included them, that they were still in one piece!
The other reason was Throttle's expert accuracy with the blaster and blowing the robots into smoking junk piles! His poor eyesight kept him from being quite the same level of crack-shot as Vinnie and Modo, but he was doing pretty good! Even with a certain hindrance currently leaning against him!
"Dang it Hard Luck, stop squirming!" Throttle blurted out as he missed the robot he was aiming at as Hard Luck tried to keep from shaking against Throttle's shoulder!
Throttle barely managed to shoot another robot down right in front of him! It had no sooner crashed to the floor than another robot floated over its fallen comrade and extended its weapons-filled tentacles at them! Spinning razors and claws inched towards the Two Mice who were backing up as fast as they could!
"I'm tuh, tuh, trying!" Hard Luck stammered as he shook again, a spasm rippling thru his battered body! He bumped Throttle's side, causing his shot to miss the robot nearest them! The Tan Martian bit back a remark he would probably regret later, if they lived that long, and shoved Hard Luck off his shoulder and into the wall!
Hard Luck slid down the wall to land in an awkward sitting position, his real leg underneath him while his cyborg leg jerked out and kicked Throttle's feet out from under him! A split second later the nearest robot's tentacle with a buzzsaw attachment sliced thru the air where Throttle's head had just been!
"Ahh-ouch!" He cried out as he landed on his sore backside and tail! Ker-Zap went the blaster! The energy bolt flashed out and hit the robot dead-center! It exploded and caused the other robots behind it to explode too, creating a blockade of twisted metal, blocking the hallway, and stopping the robots from advancing!
Throttle slowly turned and glared at Hard Luck. "Uh, oops?" He muttered. Throttle just sighed and brushed some of the smoldering robot wreckage off himself. He painfully got to his feet and held out a paw to help Hard Luck up.
That's when He noticed the deep cut marks on the wall and reached up to be sure his red antenna was still attached. "Uh, thanks Hard Luck." He mumbled a little guiltily. He reached down and gently lifted the Blue Martian to his unsteady mismatched feet.
"Ugh, you're welcome?" Hard Luck replied confusedly, He then groaned painfully and fell back against the wall. Throttle joined him. At the end of the hallway, Limburger and Karbunkle waited.
"Will you two get a move on, there are plenty more of those Ravenous Robots left, and we will not be avoiding them if you insist on lazing about like this!" Limburger snarled petulantly. Karbunkle nodding like the good little sycophant He is.
Throttle gave them a dirty look, but he was too sore and exhausted to think up a suitable insult to throw back at them. "I hate to admit it, but the Stink Fish is right, we gotta move it." Hard Luck's thin shoulders drooped and he, and Throttle pushed themselves off the wall and made to join their new allies by the stairway door.
The two Mice had barely taken a few steps before they stopped and looked at each other. "Uh, do you feel that?" Hard Luck asked Throttle. What he felt was the entire hallway starting to slowly shake. "Oh NO!" The Tan Furred Martian blurted out!
The Hallway started shaking more and more violently! Hard Luck was almost knocked off his feet by it, Throttle spun and pointed the big blaster down at the pile of smoldering robots at the end of the hallway!
Now shaking like a massive earthquake, the pile of busted robots scattered like a bomb went off underneath them, and one of the Large Tank Treaded Robots tore its way into the small hall! "Fromage!" Hard Luck cursed! Throttle fully agreed!
"Destroy, Destroy!" Roared the Huge Bot, as it pushed its way down the too-small hallway! "Aaaahh!" Cried out Limburger, and Karbunkle again, and they jumped thru the stairwell door and slammed it shut! Shutting off the only escape path for the two slower-moving mice!
Throttle blasted away at it, his shots harmlessly bouncing off its Thick Armor, backing away as fast as He, and Hard Luck could! "Not Good!" Throttle yelled out as he tried to shoot out the Robot's weak points, or what he wished were the robot's weak points! The Blaster Bolts bounced off, exploding against the Floor, ceiling, and Walls!
The only thing that saved them from being chewed up into gory mouse chunks by the Bots huge buzzsaw and serrated clamp-ended appendages was the fact that the Big Bot was having to literally smash its way to them! Slowing it down but in no way stopping it!
Hard Luck had managed to hobble his way to the metal stairway door, He grabbed the door handle and turned to see how far behind him Throttle was! "Come on, let's get outta here!" He yelled!
Throttle was still blasting away at the Menacing Machine, but his blasts were not working, and were practically ricocheting back at him! He tried to pull the same play as Vinnie earlier to block the bots way by bringing the ceiling, walls, and floor down, but the Big Bot just crushed and tor its way thru it, and it was getting closer!
"Go, Save yourself!" Throttle called back over his shoulder! "What, no, I can't!" Hard Luck cried out! Throttle almost lost his grip on the big blaster at that, he felt both pride and guilt in himself for the way he had treated and thought about the Blue Martian.
"The Door's jammed!" Hard Luck blurted out! Throttle bit his tongue. He could hear Hard Luck rattling the door handle, trying to force the door open! "Kick it Open!" Throttle hollered! "Oh, Ok!" Hard Luck replied. A Whack Thud rang out followed by an "OUCH" from Hard Luck!
"Other Foot Hard Luck!" Throttle shouted! Rubbing his sore fur and bone foot Hard Luck gave a sheepish grin. "Oh, yeah right!" He pulled his cyborg foot back and struck out at the metal door!
CRASH! The metal door ripped off its hinges and went crashing into the wall across from it! Both of Hard Luck's feet slipped out from under him and he fell onto his bandaged tail, and rump with a painful "Ouch! "
Throttle had backed up to him and reached down and lifted him up with one paw under his arm! "Run for it, I'll try to hold this thing off!" Throttle instructed him while still futilely shooting at the robot!
Hard Luck looked at Throttle, then at the encroaching bot then back at Throttle and the blaster in his paws. "Hey, maybe It will work if you put the blaster on Full Power!" He said and before Throttle could stop him, Hard Luck quickly reached up and flipped a small switch on the side of the unfamiliar blaster!
KER-ZAP! An Enormous Energy Bolt ripped from the Blaster with such force it nearly flew out of Throttle's paws! The bolt scorched its way dead center into the robot, stopping it dead in its tracks!
Throttle and Hard Luck looked at the inert Bot and then at each other and started to laugh, at least until the robot started to spark, and shake, rather violently! Flames and smoke pouring from it as a deep red glow started to spread across its middle!
The Mice stopped laughing and looked at each other. "RUN!" They both shouted at once! They turned and tried to go thru the doorway, also at the same time, succeeding in getting themselves jammed in it shoulder to shoulder!
"Hard Luck move your foot!" Throttle yelled. "I'm trying, I'm trying!" Hard Luck stammered, managing to only entangle them up even worse! A few seconds later the Rumbling Robot Exploded with a Deafening BOOM!
A Massive Ball of Fire and Shrapnel engulfed the Narrow Hallway and shot down it like a Canon! Right towards the two stuck Martians!
"AAAAH!" They both cried out as the Fireball slammed into them! They were sent flying across the stairwell to crash into the door stuck in the wall! They dislodged it and with smoking backs, rumps, thighs, and tails, started to slide down the stairs like a sled on snow!
"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" They bawled out as they rattled down the stairs! A few floors below them, Limburger and Karbunkle looked up to see what the chaos above them was, just in time to see the Mice come cannonballing towards them!
"AAAAHHH!" They both shrieked again an instant before the Mice rammed into them, sending the two villains up and on to the door and the Mice as well! Now all Four of them crashed their way down!
They bashed down a few more flights of stairs before they smashed into a wide floor next to a large circular door! "Uh, hey look, it's the Lab, we made it." Hard Luck pointed out sheepishly from his part of the pile of living debris on the dented door/sled. Three sets of eyes glared back at him.
Deep in the bowels of the Storage Bin, a similar circular door was slowly and silently slipping open, but only two sets of eyes were peeping thru this one. "looks clear to me Sweethearts, not a Tin Can insight." Vinnie whispered to the couple in the dark stairwell.
"Maybe out of sight, but not out of hearing." Modo rumbled in as close to a whisper the Big Mouse could. His big ears twitching as he slowly moved his head around like a radar dish. Modo was now carrying t Vinnie in his big arm now.
After getting His head bonked a few times coming down the stairs, He had insisted on a new traveling arrangement! A slight red-mark was just visible on the un-metal-masked side of his head. He was acting like a teenager with a pimple before the prom.
Charley attempted to squeeze out from in between the Martians, and the door frame to look for herself. Just down a short section of the corridor, She could see the large chamber with the Transport Pad they had arrived on earlier.
It looked clear to her, but she wasn't about to trust her senses over those of the Mice. Well, maybe not when it came to Common Sense at least when it came to Vinnie.
"You two are sure of that?" She asked nervously. "Of course, we are, aint we Modo?" Vinnie asked His big bro, his normal bravado breaking for a second. A second that did not go unnoticed by a slyly smiling Modo.
"Yup, there aint none of them in there, but there is a whole heck of a lot of them close by, very close by." He told them gravely. The Gray Giant could hear several large groups of the heavily armored tank-bots patrolling the corridors all around and above them.
At the other end of the tunnel, she could see the vertical shaft they had risen to the Tower above. She could see shadows moving around it, a lot of shadows, cast by the flying robots.
It was an odd situation of jumping out of the frying pan and trying to Not get noticed by the Fire. She looked at Vinnie again and decided to not tempt fate by saying anything They stayed close together and sneaked into the Transporter Room.
They paused at the entrance to be sure the room was empty. In the room were the large crates that held the robots, which were now smashed open, and empty. Robots are out hunting for them.
They spotted their still trapped bikes off to one side. Charley jumped up and slapped her hand over Vinnie's mouth before He yelled this fact out! "Mmph!' Vinnie gurgled thru her fingers!
"SHH!" Both Charley and Modo shushed at him! Vinnie visibly fought to get himself under control. Something he did not do very often, if at all. "Yes Vinnie, your bikes are right there, lets to get them free, OK?" Charley whispered, and then they started to run over to the machines.
The bikes, still securely trapped in the magnetic clamp, bleeped pathetically as they approached them. Charley knelt to take a closer look at the clamp. Modo's heart almost broke at hearing his Bike Lil Hoss's bleeping at seeing him.
"We gotta get 'em out of there!" Vinnie rasped and reached out to literally rip it off, nearly causing Modo to drop him! Charley slapped his paws away with the speed and accuracy and loud crack of a bullwhip!
"Oww, Sweetheart!?" Vinnie whined as he blew on his stinging fingers and gave Charley a Why Did You Do That Look. "No Vinnie, Bad Vinnie, Sit!" She snapped at him! Charley started to inspect the clamp more closely, trying to see if she could disarm it.
"Calm down Lil Bro, let Charley handle this." Modo said to Vinnie while sitting him on the floor next to the motorcycles and keeping his big paw on the Smaller Mouses Shoulder, making sure he stayed relatively calm.
After a few seconds, Charley inhaled with a deep and doubtful look taking hold of her face. "Geez, I don't know guys, I am going to need some serious tools to crack this open."
"Oh, come on, you can do it, babe!" Vinnie blurted out, putting his hopes in Charley's mechanical skills. "Are you sure you can't open it Charley Ma'am?" Modo asked sharing Vinnie's hopes.
Charley looked up at them then at the clamp again. "I don't think ripping it off is a good idea, it looks like it has all kinds of sensors in it, I bet if it's disturbed it will have every robot crashing in here to get us." She said with her voice heavy with menace.
Vinnie looked at the bikes, at Charley, and Modo and back at the bikes. "But I want my bike back!" He all but whined! Modo just smiled understandingly and then patted Vinnie on his head very patronizingly. "I know little bro, I know. "He said. Vinnie glared at him.
"Tell you what Vinnie, why don't you stay here and keep us covered while I take Modo with me to see if we can find anything to help me free the bikes, would that be ok?" Charley said to Vinnie using her best Adult talking to an Unhappy Child Voice.
Vinnie, arms crossed over his chest, pouted a little but conceded to this line of reasoning. "I suppose I can do that, yeah sure that makes sense I suppose." He mumbled. Directed by Charley, Modo picked up Vinnie and perched him on top of a nearby large crate. They then moved off to see if they could find anything useful.
Once more being led by his tail, Charley took him off into the dark areas of the large room. "I dunno how much good I am gonna be in Looking for stuff Charley Ma'am. "Modo said to her, feeling he needed to remind her of his current sightless situation.
"You might not be able to see, but those big ears, nose, and antenna of yours are better than Radar as far as I am concerned Modo, that and if we do run into anything, You stand a better chance of smashing it then I do. Modo nodded his big head. "Ok, yeah that makes sense, I guess." He said and followed her into the darkness.
"Ooff!" Hard Luck gasped as he crashed onto the Lab floor after Throttle threw him thru the open door! Throttle himself stopped at the door, trying to catch his breath and wait for Limburger and Karbunkle to get thru it before He slammed the door shut! They had just barely made it into the lab before a horde of robots came around a corner, just missing them as they dashed thru the door.
The explosion and their ride down the stairs had left both Mice in bad shape, but Hard Luck was the worse for wear. He didn't have the strength to run into the lab, hence Throttle having to literally throw him thru the door. Throttle stepped in and slammed it shut.
Karbunkle ran over to inspect his still smoking computer terminal. Limburger strode confidently into the center of the lab and started to straighten up his disheveled suit and tie. A business fish, er, person must always strive to look one's best.
"Certainly not my most dignified of entrances, but one must do what one can to maintain their dignity despite the intolerable circumstances one finds oneself in." He moaned with an elitist sneer on his fat fish face.
"I really must find a replacement for my mask; it does help create the aura of authority I am most comfortable with." He added. "Hey, if you feel like running back upstairs to get one, I won't stop you." Throttle chuckled as he leaned against the doorframe.
Limburger snarled at him with hate in his inhuman red eyes. "We wouldn't be in this mess if you Vitriolic Vermin had done the sensible thing and simply let the robots eviscerate you!" "Will both of you Loud-Mouthed Cretins Shut Up before you do attract the robots and they eviscerate all of us!" Karbunkle snapped at them and then turned back to his console.
Throttle and Limburger exchanged a guilty glare at each other but didn't say anything. Limburger stepped forward. "Wise Counsel indeed my dear Doctor, now please enlighten us on the estimated restoration of your device and thus preventing said evisceration from occurring?" Limburger said in his best CEO voice and even glanced at his (broken) wristwatch.
Karbunkle stared back at him from behind his empty goggled eyes. "To put it as simply as I can so everyone in the room is sure to understand, there is more chance of a Plutarkian smelling pleasant on a Hot Day than there is of me being able to fix this thing!" He stated calmly.
Throttle rested his tired and sore head in his blaster-free paw. Hard Luck moaned pitifully on the floor. Limburger's green scaly face took on a furious red sheen but somehow managed to keep his temper from exploding.
"Why can't You Fix it, it is why I keep you around, though at times I wonder why!?" Limburger lashed out with. "I can't fix it because I would need new parts, and before you ask, I don't keep them in the lab, they are down in one of the storerooms!" Karbunkle snapped.
Limburger's head shot up. "The Transporter, why don't we just use the Transporter to get us out of here!" He suggested hopefully. "Oh, The Transporter?" Karbunkle asked, sarcasm dripping heavily in his voice. Limburger nodded slowly, not sure he liked how this was going already.
"The Transporter that is currently stored in its compartment in the ceiling, oh why yes, let me just activate the control on the Main Console to Lower it why don't I?" He then pushed a button on said console. The button made a crunching noise, popped out of the console, and rolled across the floor to stop at Limburger's feet.
Limburger put his face back in his hands again. He was developing a doozy of a headache. Throttle staggered over to Hard Luck and stooped next to Him. "I hate to ask this of you Hard… Musket but you might be the only one that can save us." The use of His real name still had an unsettling effect on the Blue Martian.
"Huh?" Hard Luck gasped, turning to look up at Throttle, not sounding like he understood what he just heard. "Yeah, I know, but I am serious, you might be the only one that can do this!" Throttle added trying to sound as positive as he could.
"Wha?" Hard Luck gurgled, no acknowledgment of said positivity being grasped at all. "You know, do the things like you did with the security system on Limburger's Warehouse!" He said and playfully flicked Hard Luck's metal antenna, which zapped his fingers and sent a painful shiver thru Hard Luck. "Ow." Hard Luck grunted.
Throttle grimaced and shook his stinging fingers. "Oh, uh, sorry." He apologized. "You're the only chance, we have, Vinnie, Me, Charley, and Modo!" He pointed out. Hard Luck groaned and put his face on the floor.
"Oh, have I mentioned that I hate my life?" Hard Luck sighed painfully. Throttle chuckled and patted him softly on the shoulder. "Yeah, but I am willing to bet you don't hate theirs." Hard Luck just groaned again and lifted his left paw up. "Duh, drag me over there" Throttle took the paw and as gently as he could do just that.
"Are you insane?" Limburger blurted out. "Are you seriously going to put our lives in the care of that moronic mishap?" Throttle shot a look of pure hate at him. "Saving you two is still on the fence so I wouldn't push it!" Throttle's tone bucked no argument on this.
Limburger and Karbunkle glanced at each other but begrudgingly kept their mouths shut. That and Throttle backing his point up with the big blaster pointing at them really helped them come to this decision.
Laying on the floor next to the smoking computer, Hard Luck feebly tried to raise himself up off the floor, but couldn't do it, and flopped back down on his chest. "What do you need to do Hard Luck?" Throttle asked while trying to keep the Blue Mouse from passing out.
Hard Luck barely managed to raise his left paw up to point at the underside of the computer. "Nu, uh, oh, open pan, panel." He gasped. Keeping the blaster on the baddies, Throttle reached up with his free paw and pulled a panel off the computer, sparks, and debris falling out, some bouncing off Hard Luck's head. "Oops, sorry." Throttle muttered.
Hard Luck ignored this and weakly pointed at the back of his head. "Spuh, spine!" Throttle nodded and brushed the long blue hair out of the way. "Thu, third vert, vertebrae, little blah, black nub!" Hard Luck managed to blurt out before he lost his breath.
Hard Luck was really in bad shape, it was becoming obvious right now, Throttle was starting to feel bad about all of this but hated that he knew he didn't have much choice right now. Being a Leader can really SUCK at times, especially times like these.
A few long painful deep breaths and Hard Luck regained his ability to talk, barely. "Pull it out!" Hard luck said. "Pull it…are you sure?" Throttle asked, he didn't like the way this was going. "Yes!" He gasped. Throttle made an uneasy face, reached down, and yanked on the black-tipped metal spine! It popped out with a nasty crack noise! "Grrrgghh!" Hard Luck gurgled painfully.
"Eeehh!" Throttle stiffened uncomfortably. He looked at the piece of metal in his paw. He noticed that there was an almost invisible hair-thin filament attached to it and running down into the empty port in Hard Luck's back. He then noticed that the black end was made to pop off, attached at one end. It hid a few odd-looking prongs.
"Plug-In!" Hard Luck rattled. "What, oh you mean into the computer, where do I…" Throttle started but Hard Luck cut him off. "Don't Matter, PLUG-IN!" His body racked with another wave of pain. Throttle didn't hesitate and rammed the stud into the open panel, it connected with something inside causing a small explosion of sparks!
"Aarrgh!" Throttle cried out as he pulled his smoking fingers back! "AAAH!" He cried again when he fell on his backside, which was in pretty much the same condition as his fingers as he was painfully reminded. Man, he was really getting tired of getting Burnt all the time!
The filament suddenly started glowing a bright white as energy flowed from the computer down into Hard Luck's Spine! Electricity danced up and down Hard Luck's back!
The tips of Hard Luck's metal antenna glowed as well as sparks and lightning danced between them! "OOhhhhhhuhuhuhuhuhuhuuhhhuuuuhhh!" Hard Luck spluttered as he shook like a bottle of root beer that had been shaken too much!
"Hard Luck are you all right!?" Throttle yelled as he tried to hold him down but the power running over him made Throttle's sour fingers tingle before he could even touch him! Throttle fell back on his butt again when Hard Luck suddenly shot up onto his knees!
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" He bellowed! "HARD LUCK!" Throttle yelled, not knowing what to do! "TTTTHHHHIIIIISSSSSFFFEEEESSSSSOOOGGGGGOOOOOOD!" Hard Luck babbled with a smile of a maniac on his face!
"Uh…" Throttle mumbled, not sure how to react to this. Hard Luck's head snapped around in his direction, his eyes wide open! "OhRightGottaInterfaceComputerSaveModo!" He babbled! "Uh…" Throttle repeated. "InterfaceInterfaceConnectConnectOpenFiles!" He babbled incoherently. The Big Computer Screen light up and text, diagrams, and files flew across it at lightning speed!
"I didn't know he could do that, why didn't you tell me he could do that, I could have made use of it!" Limburger snapped irritated at Karbunkle, who's replied to his fish-faced boss in the exact same tone. "I didn't know he could do that, I didn't put that device in there!" Limburger looked at the Scrawny Scientist then at the Buzzing Martian. "I wonder who did?"
"RobotsRobotsGottaTurnOffTheRobotsWhereAreTheRobotsOhWhatisThatThis?" Hard Luck rambled on, his eyes rolling around and a wide pleasure-filled smile on his face! He had started to drool too! "Oh Cheese, are you alright, no stupid question, of course, you aren't, oh cheese!" Throttle groaned with concern.
Hard Luck fell onto all fours, his spine and antenna glowing now, but the noises he was making still sounded like he was somehow enjoying it! The glowing filament starting to crackle and pop! Throttle leaned over him, not sure on or what he should be doing right now!
Sadly, what He should have been doing was keeping at least one eye on Limburger, who took full advantage of the lack of attention being kept on him! With his deceptive speed for such a big fat fish, unnoticed he had grabbed a chair and threw it at the Mice with all his Flabby Powered Might! Karbunkle dashed over to another worktable and rooted around for something in its drawers!
The Chair slammed into Throttle's back, He collided with Hard Luck, whose head got shoved into the open panel under the Computer's controls! "AAAAHH!" Both Mice yelled as energy crackled around them both, their fur standing on end! The Computer Exploded, sending both Mice rolling across the lap floor to crash into the Lab Torture Table!
The spinal segment popped loose from the computer and zipped back into its normal spot-on Hard Luck's back with a grisly pop! The torture table top sized and added some explosions of its own! Some of its sharp and deadly devices landed around and on the two mice!
Their fur blackened and smoking, both Mice lay groaning in a heap, Hard Luck awkwardly sprawled and twitching on top of Throttle. The Tan Martian shook his head, trying to clear it. He rubbed his head with his paws when he suddenly realized he wasn't holding the blaster! He spotted it just a couple of feet away!
He clumsily tried to push Hard Luck off him but didn't have the strength for it, and the blaster was just out of the reach of his paws! He twisted his tail out from under him and sent it snaking towards the weapon! He almost had his tail around the grip when Limburger's bigfoot stomped down on it! "ARGH!" He howled!
Limburger cruelly ground his heel down on it while chuckling he reached down to pick up the weapon. Throttle bites down to stop himself from making a sound. "Oh, were you wanting this back I take it?" Limburger said with a malevolent smirk.
A disgusted snarl escaped from Throttle's mouth as he awkwardly raised his paws above his head. Limburger's eyes jumped from the blaster in his fin's and at the two mice on the floor in front of him. He backed away, keeping the blaster steady on the mice.
Karbunkle, apparently having found what he was looking for, walked up to Limburger with a crooked smile on his deformed face. Suddenly everything shifted as a deep rumbling vibration caused the entire Storage Bin to violently shook! Nearly knocking Limburger and Karbunkle off their feet!
"What was…" Limburger rasped while looking at Karbunkle for an answer, but it didn't come from the Doctor, but from a computerized voice! "Warning, Warning, Massive System Failure Reported, Repeat Massive System Failures Reported!" It shouted.
"Karbunkle, what is going on?" Limburger growled at the Thin Scientist. "Uh?" Karbunkle gulped, not totally sure himself. The Computer started shouting again. "Warning, Warning, Orbital Gravitational Stabilizers Offline!" It followed that up with this. "Storage Bin Power Core failing, Orbital Decay Imminent!"
"Karbunkle?" Limburger growled again. Karbunkle pointed at the unconscious Hard Luck. "It's that Mechanized Moron's fault!" He said firmly pointing the blame. "He must have done it when he interfaced with the computer! The Storage Bins rumbled again!
"So, all of this means?" Limburger continued to ask. "It means that the Storage Bin is going to fall out of Orbit and collide with the Earth below!" An ugly expression grew on Limburgers face. "Oh, really, which part of the Earth would that be?"
Karbunkle did some mental calculations. "Let me see, I would wager it should be Chicago." The ugly expression on Limburger's face got really. "Really?" Karbunkle nodded a yes. "The Destruction should be most impressive." Karbunkle chuckled. Limburger's smile grew even more. "How Fortuitous!" Pure Evil emanated from his eyes.
Throttle managed a disgusted chuckle at hearing their vile display of open greed and evil at the apparently imminent destruction of his adopted hometown. "Gee, aint you afraid you will get your fish fanny spanked for by The High Chairman for getting Another Storage Bin trashed?" He taunted.
"Droll, very droll." Limburger replied smarmily. "But no, I will not get my Fish Fanny Spanked as you so immaturely put it, space bins are easily enough replaced, and it will be worth Any Price to finally achieve the Demise of You and your friends!"
"You seem to be forgetting that you are still on it Blubber Butt!" Throttle tossed back at him. The Evil grin on Limburger's fish face got even nastier as he turned and glanced at Karbunkle. It made Throttle's stomach turn.
"I don't think that will an issue my dear soon to be Exterminated Enemy." Limburger chuckled as Karbunkle, now holding another of his remote, pointed upwards and gave a high pitch cackle of his own. The Familiar shape of the Plutarkian Transporter popped out of its hidden chamber and gently lowered to the Lab Floor.
"Although I must thank the Blue Boob for even temporarily reactivating my computer, otherwise my little remote here would not function, allowing me to retrieve my Transporter, and other devices as well." Karbunkle smirked mysteriously.
As Throttle thought like mad to find some way out of this disaster to save both himself and his friends, things got even worse. Karbunkle pointed his device at the floor this time. Another hidden panel opened, and a large high-tech coffin rose out of it.
Karbunkle walked over to the Transporter and began inputting coordinates into its controls. The Machine began emitting lights and sounds as it warmed up. The Clear Plastic Door swooshed open and Karbunkle stepped inside, Limburger just a few steps behind. Before entering, he turned to give the pinned Throttle and Hard Luck one last look.
"Oh, before I go you can have this back." He chuckled and tossed the big blaster back to Throttle, who awkwardly caught it before it bonked him on his snout! The way Limburger laughed pretty much told Throttle what he needed to know without even looking.
"Yes, the power pack has been completely drained this whole time, isn't that just the most humorous thing?" Limburger chuckled malevolently. A few seconds later the whole Space Bin rumbled again, only stronger, and longer this time.
"I will take that as my cue to depart this most tragic scene, but before I go, I will wish you a Pleasant Journey!" Limburger once again smiled a predator's smile with his red eyes and sharp fish teeth. He stepped into the humming transporter, but then leaned his head back out and looked at the High-Tech Coffin. "Oh, before I go, let me reintroduce you to someone who will be ensuring you don't somehow manage to skip out on your FINAL Voyage!"
He stepped back in, the door closed, and the Transporter's noises increased but didn't manage to block out the hateful sound of Limburgers laughter! Just as they Vanished in a Blast of Light, the doors on the Coffin slid open. A whirr of joints and hydraulics hit Throttle's ears.
"Hiya, Sweethearts!" Buzzed a familiar voice but with an electronic tone to it. The Verminator Mk 2, an android version of Vinnie himself, stepped out right in front of Throttle and Hard Luck. Its arms came up and two blasters popped up out of the forearms. The arms being exact duplicates of Modo's arm.
The Space Bin shook again, the lights flickering on and off, and sounds of machines and metal breaking could be heard echoing from other areas! The Verminator's metal face twisted into a cruel grin. "We are gonna have some Real Fun!" It Buzzed!
Throttle looked at the Vinnie-droid, let out a miserable groan, and let his head drop onto Hard Luck's scarred back. This was just Not his day.
TO BE CONTINUED!
