At the Farm-chapter3
"Blast that woman!" Limburger screamed, slamming his fist on the dashboard of the car, "I could've gotten her farm if those accursed Biker Mice hadn't shown up."
Almost on cue, the vidscreen in the limo came on. The hideous obese form of Lord Camenbert showed up on screen.
"LIMBURGER!" He bellowed.
"Oh, uh, greetings, Your Eminence..." Limburger bowed.
"Have you forgotten already what you are? The Plutarkian greeting, now!" He shouted.
Limburger cringed. He hated the Plutarkian greeting as much as he hated the High Chairman. The guy was always hoping Limburger would fail in his mission to invade and strip mine Earth. He practically waited with baited breath hoping for Limburger to say he failed or couldn't do the waited for the day he could take over and replace the High Chairman. But for now he had to smile and grovel at his finned feet. The guy was providing him with lots of money to fund the invasion. He couldn't afford to get on his bad side.
"Your Lordship, I'm in one of those small Earth vehicles where there is hardly any room." Limburger began explaining, "Once I get back to my office..."
"NOW!" Lord Camenbert bellowed.
Limburger sighed and began positioning himself till his butt was up against the screen. Lord Camenbert was in the same position. Limburger's face and hands were pressed against the back window. He was in a cramped space.
"Cheek to cheek and stink to stink, as Plutark rules the galaxy shrink! Woohoo!" Both Plutarkians recited. Then both made disgusting arm pit noises.
"Ah, that always puts me in a good mood." The High Chairman sighed, happily.
Limburger looked away putting his finger on his tongue like he was throwing up. He looked up at Lord Camenbert with a solemn expression.
"Now, Limburger...Where is the land you promised me?!" He bellowed at Limburger, who was knocked to the ground.
"It's coming, Your Lordship. I'm working on it even as we speak." He replied, grinning from ear to ear.
"It had better be here or you'll be scrubbing my toilets with your tongue!"
Then the screen went blank.
Limburger's smile turned into a frown. He then stuck out his tongue.
"Jerk." He muttered.
...
"Wow! You really outdid yourself." Throttle said.
They all sat around Miss Hawkings' large wooden dinner table. It was decorated with a white lace tablecloth on which sat a small crystal vase. Inside was a bouquet of pink crepe myrtle and knockout roses. The plates were fine China and the silverware was pure steel.
But what got everyone's attention was the decor. It was the food. Miss Hawkings brought out covered dishes of creamed potatoes, steamed broccoli and baby carrots smothered in sweet butter, and cranberry jam. Modo offered to help her bring them out but she told him she was able to do it herself.
"And the main course, a baked chicken cooked with rosemary." She smiled, carrying a large platter which contained the steaming bird cooked to perfection. She placed it on the table then sat down. Throttle, Modo, and Vinnie kept on their motorcycle helmets while Charley removed hers.
"Why don't you gentleman remove your helmets?" Cecilla asked the mice, "I can't see what you look like."
"I don't think that's a good idea." Throttle replied.
They looked at each other worried.
"Well, my three friends are a little self-conscious about their looks." Charley said, looking at the three mice.
"Hey, sweetheart. I'll have you know this mouse is very proud of how he looks, thank you very much." Vinnie said.
"Mouse?" Cecilla looked puzzled.
"Way to go, numskull". Charley muttered.
"Exactly, what is going on?" Cecilla asked.
"There's something you have to know about us." Throttle said, ''We're not exactly human.'
"What do you mean?"
Throttle removed his helmet. Cecilla gasped at seeing a five-foot tall tan-furred mouse dressed as a biker and wearing dark sunglasses standing before her. Cecilla was intrigued by two red antennas sticking out of his head. He had the face of a mouse but the body of a muscular human male. He was powerfully built.
"Amazing." She gasped.
Vinnie and Modo followed suit. Vinnie was much smaller than his two bros but no less muscular than them. Modo was taller than Throttle and Vinnie.
"Oh, has some conjurer bewitched you?" She asked.
"No. We've always looked like this."
Cecilla looked away then down.
"Our dinner will get cold. Could one of you carve the chicken?" She glanced at Throttle.
"I've never really carved a bird before." He admitted.
"Oh, it's really easy. Here, I'll show you." She said.
Charley, Vinnie, and Modo glanced at each other as smiles formed on their lips.
Throttle took the carving knife and fork from Cecilla. She showed him how and where to place it on the chicken and was soon carving like a pro. Plates were soon filled with food and distributed.
"You've done very well, thank you, Throttle." She said, softly.
"And thank goodness before we all died of hunger." Modo chuckled, happily chowing down on his plate of food.
"Great chow!" Vinnie said, mouth full of potatoes and chicken.
"Ugh! Anyone ever tell you not to talk with your mouth full?" Charley groaned.
"Just enjoying life, Charley-girl." He crowed.
"Enjoy it some other way."
Cecilla laughed. For non-humans, they were funny.
"You're good fun." She chuckled.
"Oh, yeah, he's more fun than a barrel of monkeys!" Charley replied, rolling her eyes.
"Someone finally notices my greatness." Vinnie said.
Charley rolled her eyes.
"You two make me laugh." Cecilla said, hand to the side of her jaw and leaning towards Charley, "And between you and me, I could use all the humor I can get with everything that's been going on lately."
"You mean with Limburger trying to take your farm?" Charley asked.
"It's been in my family for generations." She replied.
"You sure have a lot of hogs. No offense, Miss Cecilla ma'am." Modo said.
"None taken and I call them pigs. I love pigs. So easy to train. Smarter than dogs." She replied, wiping his mouth with a napkin and getting up. The mice got up along with Charley.
"But I'll show you around." She said.
"Miss Hawkings' Perfect Pigs." Charley read off a sign in front of the house.
Within minutes, Cecilla showed them her pig pens. They saw pens that had pigs of every color and shape. There were brown and black pigs.
"These pigs right there are my show pigs. Magnus is my pride and joy. So is my newest pig. Johnny! Come here, my boy!"
The brownish pig in question gave Cecilla such a dirty look. If looks could kill, he'd be a serial killer. He didn't come.
"He's just mad. Don't mind him. Johnny!"
She then held up a large cluster of red grapes. The pig ran towards her trying to bite the cluster. She began feeding it.
"Is that a tattoo?" Charley asked, pointing to the heart with the arrow through it.
"I haven't noticed it. Well, come everyone, there's more to see." She said, quickly. The mice followed Cecilla while Charley looked back at the pig who looked at her with pleading eyes.
Charley felt something wasn't right but she couldn't put her finger on it. She continued to follow the others.
"What's in there?" Vinnie asked attempting to go into a barn but was quickly stopped by Cecilla. The latter touched his arm.
"Oh, you can't go in there. That's off limits to guests." She said.
"Why? It's just an old barn." Vinnie said.
"It isn't just an old barn! I keep my special pets in there. They don't take kindly to strangers." She replied, then seeing his shocked reaction, she calmed down.
"Forgive me, my friends. My pets...mean a lot to me." She looked down.
"I understand. I had a pet once when I was a kid." Throttle said, hand on her shoulder.
A faint blush formed on her face.
'Thank you." She said.
...
"Can you tell us where the nearest camp ground is?" Throttle asked her, "My bros and Charley-girl wanna make camp."
"We do?" Charley asked.
"It's a good ten miles from here. But you don't have to go. You can stay here tonight. I have plenty of room." She replied.
"Well, we don't want to be any trouble." Throttle began.
"Oh, it's no trouble at all." Cecilla replied.
"You have a bathroom?" Charley asked.
"I have five." She smiled, "And warm beds."
"Good. That beats sleeping in the woods." Charley said.
"Now that that's settled. I'll show you to your rooms." Cecilla beamed.