The One That I Secretly Love-chapter 5
"Bros, isn't that Lardbutt's limo?" Vinnie pointed.
The black limo in question pulled into a large cornfield. Long green stalks stood in neat row after row. The Biker Mice parked behind a row taking care not to be seen.
"Mike it, Modo." Throttle told the large mouse.
Modo pressed a button on his bike releasing a small mini microphone latching onto the back of Limburger's car.
"Carbunkle!" They heard Limburger screamed over an intercom.
"Yes, Your Buttery Cheesiness?" The turnip shaped headed doctor in question answered.
"Is everything ready?"
"Once Greasepit delivers our bomb to our intended target." He cackled.
"If I can't have that farm, no one will. I had that buffoon Greasepit fixed up and disguised as a ranch hand looking for work. Once he's in, he'll plant the bomb and boom! Bye bye farm." Limburger laughed.
The mice and Charley gasped.
"We gotta warn Cecilla!" Throttle said.
...
"Yes, hello?" Cecilla said, answering the door. Greasepit was cleaned of all oozing grease. He was clad in a tweed suit, crisp white shirt, and brown mens dress shoes. The big ape was very unconfortable in those clothes that made him itch. He also sneezed into the bouquet of yellow sunflowers clutched in his hand.
"Uh, hi." Greasepit said, then appeared to be lost in thought.
"Are these for me?" Cecilla asked, glancing at the flowers.
'Uh, I thinks."
"Thank you. I should put them in water right away. That's when she saw it: a small bomb attached to one of the top stems. It was set to go off in an hour. She looked up at him and stiffened up.
"May I help you with something?" She asked.
"Huh? Oh yeah, now I remembers. Mistah Limboiger told me to ask for a job from youse." He said.
Cecilla glanced at him from head to toe as recognition lit up her features.
"Is Limburger stupid? Did he really think I wouldn't recognize the guy that grabbed me at the fair?" She thought.
But she gave Greasepit her winniest smile.
"Oh, of course, I need help running this place. Come in! Come in." She said, pulling him in, "I was making breakfast for some friends of mine. Do sit and have some. They're due back soon."
"Wells, I is kinda hungry." He replied, stomach growling. He sat at the table and looked around.
"Nice place youse got here." He commented.
"Thank you. I love it very much." She replied.
He glanced up at a picture of a lady all dressed in a white flowing gown surrounded by a large herd of pigs. In her hand was a staff of some kind.
Cecilla had just turned from the stove with a plate of steaming hot pancakes. She reached far into the kitchen cabinet and pulled out a bottle that contained a dark purple liquid. She took it to the table.
"Here we go. Eat up. This is a new recipe." She replied, pouring the purple syrupy liquid over the pancakes.
"Hey, what's that?" He asked.
"Why my hot cakes served with my special blackberry syrup." She explained.
Greasepit began digging his fork into the hotcakes and began eating.
"Hey, these are good!"
"I'm glad you like them." She replied, watching him closely.
"Hey, who's dat lady in the picture with dem pigs?" He asked.
"Ever heard of Homer and the Odyssey? Well, that lady in the picture is Circe. A powerful witch who turned people into animals. People who like you who tried many times to take what's mine."
The smile Cecilla had given Greasepit was now replaced with a frown.
"What youse..oink...snort...oink...oink...oink...grunt."
Within minutes, Greasepit began transforming as flesh and bones twisted to turn him into a large brown pig.
"It means "this little piggy went to market." She giggled, gloating at the goon now a pig.
"Oh! Almost forgot." She ran out the back door throwing the bouquet of flowers into an abandoned corn field and ran.
The force of the blast knocked her down momentarily but she got up and went back into the house.
She picked up the bottle of liquid sticking it far back into the cabinet.
"Come along, little piggy." She told Greasepit now a pig.
The pig grunted and looked at her with narrow eyes.
"Very well then. To the barn you go." She said, taking out her wand. With a wave, purple and pink sparkles shown and the Greasepit pig disappeared.
"Limburger's bound to show up for his lackey. So be it." She thought, throwing out the half eaten hotcakes and cleaning up the plate Greasepit ate from.
...
A sound of motorcycles got her attention. She looked out to see the Biker Mice ride up. Throttle got off his bike.
"Miss Cecilla! You alright, Miss?" He asked her.
"Fine. Why would I be?" She asked, cheerfully.
"But we heard Limburger say he was sending Greasepit here. We came to warn you, Miss Cecilla Ma'am." Modo said.
"Oh, you guys are so sweet to be concerned for my safety." She smiled, caressing Modo's cheek while the latter blushed and smiled.
"But I can take care of myself. Always have. Now, c'mon, I made breakfast. Whose hungry?" She smiled.
"I am!" Vinnie exclaimed, sitting down at the table,"What ja make?"
"Pancakes with butter and maple syrup!" She beamed, placing a platter of the steaming cakes in front of the mice who now all sat at the table followed by Charley.
"Oh, mama! Those look good!" Modo's mouth watered.
Everyone dove into the food. While they were eating, Charley happened to glance out the window to see Limburger's limo drive up to block Cecilla's driveway.
'Guys!" Charley said.
"Oh, man! What's that Hallibutt doing here?" Vinnie asked.
"Nothing good. You can believe that." Modo said.
"Then let's make it known to him he ain't welcome here." Throttle said.
'No, Odysseus. I must go." Cecilla said, hand on his arm and gazing up at him.
"Who?" Throttle asked, puzzled.
"Hey, that's a character from Greek Mythology." Charley said, "Read about him in school."
"Odysseus was a brave warrior." Cecilla said, then to herself, "The one that I secretly love."