I don't own BMFM. Gerald Gruyere, One Eyed Jack Monterey, and Gutama Gouda appeared in the episode, "Diet of Worms." They are characters on BMFM.
Inside Scarborough Town-chapter 2
Scarborough Town resembled one of those old Western ghost towns you read about in books or see on TV. It was once a thriving and prosperous town. Now it was empty, dry and barren like a lot of the cities on Mars.
The Biker Mice slowly rode through the town looking around and staying on their guard. Unbeknownst to them, someone was watching them. Shadows lurked in every corner. Someone looked out the corner of a second story window of an old saloon.
"Someone's definitely here." Throttle said, "Or my bike's heat sensors wouldn't be picking them up."
"Great. Let's blast them!" Vinnie said, taking out his flares and lighting them up.
"Hey, Butch Cassidy, you wanna chill for a minute?" Throttle told him, "Focus on why we're here: to find the missing members of the Martian Council."
"Yeah, but there ain't no harm in putting in a little target practice." Vinnie replied, "All this waiting around is boring."
"I'm kinda nervous. This place gives me the willies!" Modo said, aiming his arm cannon and looking.
"Keep your eyes peeled, big fella." Throttle told him, while he glanced at the paper Stoker handed them, "According to this, the first council member is named Adolf Nixor. He and his four friends, are holed up in that saloon."
Throttle pointed to an old dilapidated building with the name Red Room Saloon.
Suddenly, Vinnie saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was quick movement. A small dark figure ducked behind an old building.
"Bros, we ain't alone." He said, pointing at the building.
Throttle directed Vinnie and Modo to split up.
The mysterious figure looked around and was soon tackled by Modo.
"Got him." Modo said.
"Let me go!" The figure screamed.
"Bros, bros, it's just a kid!" Modo said, in shock.
The large mouse got up with the kid whose hands were behind his back. Modo released him.
"I ain't a kid!" He yelled.
"Easy, little fellow. We ain't gonna hurt you." Modo said, hands extended soothingly.
The boy looked a little like Rimfire except his fur was dark grey. He had a mohawk hairdo with bright green and black mixed into it. He calmed down but continued to glare at the three mice.
"Who are you and why are you here?" He asked.
"We could ask you the same thing, junior."
"The name's Luko" He frowned.
"Right. Luko, this is no place for a kid. You need to get on home to your folks." Throttle said.
"Ain't got none."
"What do you mean? Where are they?"Modo asked.
"They died during the war. The Fearsome Four gang runs this town. You need to leave now."
"Who?" Vinnie asked.
Suddenly, a laser blasted a few feet from them. The Mice saw One Eyed Jack Monterey and Gerald Gruyere aiming long handled blasters at them.
One Eyed Jack Monterey was the Plutarkian Planet Conquistador from Las Vegas. He looked like a mobster from the Untouchables. He spoke just like one, too, but he was a Plutarkian. Gerald Gruyere was also a Plutarkian boss who had resided in New Orleans. He spoke with a Cajun accent but make no mistake he was Plutarkian through and through. Both of them were as ruthless and two-faced as Limburger.
"So you meeces decided to visit our little hideaway, huh? Big Mistake."
"You in deep gumbo now." Gerald Gruyere said.
"Yeah, well, the early mouse always snags the first hot dog." Vinnie said, putting his fingers in his mouth and whistling.
His bike followed by Throttle and Modo's came racing up shooting the blasters out of the two villains' hands.
Throttle activated his Nuke Knuckles.
"Peekaboo! I see you!" He said, socking Monterey in the face. The guy then collided into Gruyere.
"Now why would One Eyed Jack and Gruyere be here?" Throttle wondered.
"Looks like they ain't the only ones, bros." Modo said, pointing.
A strange looking figure dressed in a burgundy brownish long robe and wearing a tan turban floated a few feet over them in mid-air. He was encased in a protective bubble.
"Oh, no. Not Gutama Gouda." Vinnie groaned, "What's that Plutarkian New Age hippie wanabe doing here?"
"It's too bad you Biker Mice are still awake in the land of the living. That's disturbing to my aura." He said, "Embrace death and maybe I'll exterminate you less painlessly."
Modo fired his laser cannon. It deflected his blast.
"Plutarkian glass steel." Modo said, "Talk about your lousy luck."
"Your pitiful blasts can't hurt me." Gouda said, hands folded as in prayer, "I have achieved true nirvana."
"I told you High Command would send someone after us." Said a voice.
The Biker Mice saw Adolf Nixor as well as the other four members of the Martian Mouse council step from behind Gouda. Gerald Gruyere and One-Eyed Jack Monterey joined them.
Within minutes, the Biker Mice and their bikes were encased a steel cage.
"No good. It's Plutarkian steel." Vinnie frowned, as he tried but failed to use his lit flares to cut the metal bars.
"Even our bikes wouldn't be able to get us out of here." Throttle groaned.
"So, you're the famous Biker Mice From Mars I've heard so much about." Adolf Nixor said.
"Impressive." A female council member said.
"You think so, Stalis?" Nixor said.
"Then it's settled. As of today, you three are working for us as our new bodyguards." Nixor said.
"Forget it, you Plutarkian bootlickers!" Vinnie shouted.
"We don't make deals with traitorous Plutarkian-loving scum like you!" Modo said.
"Plus, you scum buckets have more blood on your hands and they just get dirtier as time goes on so the answer is no. Now why don't you be smart and turn yourselves in to Martian command?" Throttle said.
The five members and the four villains threw their heads back and laughed at their words.
"My offer wasn't an invitation, but an order. As to our less than stellar characters as you put them, certain things had to be done to ensure Mars runs properly." Nixor replied.
"You mean murdering families because they just happen to be Rats or part Rat?" Throttle asked.
"These Rats are our enemies. They were the reason our economy was in crisis." Nixor replied.
"What are you talking about? You embezzled millions of dollars from Mars' treasury. Drained it dry. That's why you sold us out to Plutark!" Throttle screamed.
"How do you know about that?! The files! But I had those files encrypted so no one could open them!" Nixor exclaimed, looking pale.
"There must have been someone at High Command who would know how to open those files!" A third council member said.
"No kidding."
"At least let Luko g-hey!" Modo said, turning to the side of him to see Luko gone.
"Where's the squirt?" Vinnie asked.
"Kid must've slipped away in all the excitement." Throttle said.
"He had to have gone to the rebels. Stalis told Nixor.
"Musso , Stalis, find him." Nixor told them, then turning to One Eyed Jack and Gruyere, "Go with them."
The two council members ran out, blasters in hands followed by Gerald Gruyere and One Eyed Jack Monterey. The four villains got into Monterey's airplane.
"Leave him alone! He's just a kid!" Modo fumed, eye turning red. He struck the front bars with his side attempting to ram it but was thrown back.
"A kid that knows too much about us as you do." The fourth council member said, "What'll we do with them, Adolf?"
"Not to worry, Vlad, I have special plans for these three." He replied, looking at the mice.
Meanwhile, Luko ran through the barren land and came across a huge tree trunk that was old and withered. He pulled back part of the bark to reveal an electronic keypad. He typed in a code and found himself underground.
"Luko! Thank the Mother of Mars you're safe."
The boy looked to see a young Martian mouse woman approach him. She was dressed as a Freedom Fighter. Her long red hair was pulled back with a green headband.
"Rosalie, I saw them! The Biker Mice from Mars! They're here in Scarborough Town!" He cried out, excitedly.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"I hid behind the saloon. Adolf Nixor recognized them."
"Then where are they? Why didn't you bring them? "
"The Fearsome Four captured them. Has them locked in a cage made of Plutarkian steel."
"We have to save them! They're the only ones who can rid Scarborough Town of the Fearsome Four. Gather the other rogue Freedom Fighters. There isn't a moment to lose!" She told him.