Confronting The Enemy- chapter 6
"What was that?" Throttle asked Cecilla.
"Nothing. Mr. Limburger's out there. I wish he'd leave me alone." She sighed.
"That's why we're here." Throttle said, placing his hand on her shoulder.
A faint blush flashed across her face.
"Thank you." She managed.
"Where's Greasepit? We heard Limburger say he was coming here to ask you about a job." Charley asked.
"I'm afraid he's indisposed just now." Cecilla replied.
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say he's now a permanent member of my farm." She replied, with a secret smile on her face. One that didn't reach her eyes.
The mice and Charley stared at her puzzled at these startling words.
But they didn't have time to react or answer her as thirty or forty members of Limburger's Goon Squad came riding up as well.
"Oh, mama! Bros, look who's coming for dinner!" Modo exclaimed.
"Don't they ever just stay in Chicago?" Charley said.
"I'm glad. Been looking for a rumble since we got here. All this quiet was making this mouse restless." Vinnie said, taking out his blasters and turning them around in his fists.
"Let's do it!" Throttle cried, as all three mice put their fists in the air.
"You ladies get to safety. My bros and me will handle Lardbutt's and his crew." Throttle said.
"No way! I'm no hot house wall flower!" Charley cried out.
"This ain't a game, Charley-girl!' Throttle told her.
"C'mon, I want in on the action."
"Sorry, sweetheart. No can do." Vinnie told her,
All three mice went out an opened back window.
"Don't they ever use doors?" Cecilla asked Charley.
"It wouldn't be macho if they did." She chuckled.
The mice whistled for their bikes. The sweet rides in question rode up and each biker jumped off the window sill onto their respective bikes.
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"Why is this place still here?" Limburger's scowled, glancing angrily at the intact farm that clearly showed signs that a bomb hadn't exploded anywhere near it.
"Where is that incompetent buffoon? Stupid Greasepit! Can't he do anything right?" He shouted.
Limburger was about to get out of his limo when he looked up and saw the Biker Mice in front of it.
"That's as far as you go, Greasegutt! Now order your creep squad to leave." Throttle said, blasters drawn.
'And prefably before I get mad." Modo said, single eye glowing like fire and aiming his laser cannon at Limburger and his Goon Squad.
"And once that happens, we're taking you down!" Vinnie said, blaster in hand.
"You think you can stop me? I will have this farm!" He screamed, then pointing at the mice, "Goon Squad, tear those meddling hamsters to ribbons!"
The Goon Squad rode around Limburger and charged towards the Biker Mice.
"You know the drill, bros." Throttle told his two best friends.
"Yeah, yeah." Vinnie replied, pressing a button on his bike's console. It released a missile which totally blew up an approaching Dune buggy carrying one of the thugs from Limburger's crew.
The guy went flying as he was thrown from the vehicle as it was all in flames. It soon crashed into a tree.
"These guys are bad for the environment and that makes me mad!" Modo said.
"We need to take this fight away from here!" Throttle said, pointing to an abandoned corn field.
"Hey, what's that smoking?" Vinnie asked, using his visor, then grinned, "''Looks like we just found Cheezwhiz's bomb."
The charred detonator laid a few feet from where Cecilla threw it.
"How'd it get all the way here?" Throttle wondered.
"So you found my little surprise. Now what did you do with that oily associate of mine?" Limburger asked, riding up to them.
"Good question." Throttle asked, as he slugged two goons with both of his fists.
"Who knows where he slithered away to." Modo said, firing his laser cannon and watching with glee the goon being thrown from his vehicle and colliding with a tall corn stalk.
"Aw, no more?" Vinnie asked, grinning as forty or more goons lay scattered on the ground around the mice as well as burned out dune buggies.
Suddenly, the mice were thrown to the ground. Carbunkle appeared with a large mini missile launcher and about twenty goons with him.
"As always, I always have an ace in the hole." Limburger cackled as he stood next to Carbunkle who also was cackling.
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"The guys are in trouble! We gotta help them!" Charley said, as she and Cecilla watched from the living room window.
"And we will." Cecilla said, getting up from her hiding place and walking into the kitchen. Charley followed her. Cecilla began placing plate of jelly doughnuts on a large silver tray which contained a silver decanter and two glasses.
"We don't have time for a snack!" Charley told her.
"It isn't for us, silly. Watch and learn." Cecilla told her.
The woman walked out towards Limburger's and his group.
"Good morning, everyone. It sure is a beautiful day, isn't it?" She smiled.
"Cecilla, get out of here!" Throttle was saying, "It's dangerous!"
"And be rude to my guests?" She replied, sweetly, "Perish the thought."
"Here, gentlemen, you're probably hungry. These are my favorite." She replied, handing the plate of doughnuts to Limburger's Goon squad. They happily ate the doughnuts.
"Mr. Limburger, I've been thinking. I've decided to sell you my property after all."
Limburger looked surprised.
"I just can't stand such violence over land."
"But you can't!" Vinnie protested, "Lardbutt will turn this place into something worse than a desert!"
"Vinnie's right, Miss Cecilla ma'am. You can't trust Fish Lips there." Modo said.
"Silence!" Limburger's screamed, then in a softer tone to Miss Hawkings, "Now you're being sensible."
"Let's celebrate. Here have some of my blackberry cordial." She said, pouring the strange liquid into the two glasses. Carbunkle took one and drank some.
"Very good." He said.
"I'm not thirsty." Limburger said, refusing his glass, "Now, what did you do with my other associate?"
"The oily man? Oh, he's here. I'll bring him."
She walked over to the barn and opened the door.
"Come, Greasepit. Your employer wishes to see you." She said.
A large brown pig dressed in overalls ran out towards Limburger.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Limburger asked.
"No, this is your esteemed employee. The one you sent to kill me with a bomb." She replied, frowning.
"Ol' Greasegutt never looked better." Throttle chuckled.
"I'd say it's quite an improvement." Carbunkle said, finishing the rest of his drink.
"I'm glad you think so, my friend, because it won't take you and your friends long to change." She said.
Suddenly, Carbunkle fell to the ground clutching at his throat. He was hunched over into a ball.
"What did you...snort...oink...oink...oink...oink."
The mice, Charley, and Limburger watched in complete shock. As Carbunkle transformed into a little black pig with red carrot top hair.
Then the Goon Squad transformed into brown pigs.
"How did you?" Throttle asked her.
"A simple potion that's been in my family for years. I'm the only one who knows how to make it and use it."
"Odysseus! Homer and the Odyssey! You're the witch from the story! Circe!" Charley exclaimed.
"You're right. But I'm not the evil witch I've been portrayed as in the story. The story doesn't tell you but Odysseus's crew were made up of thieves. They tried to steal priceless family heirlooms that belonged to my grandmother. That's why I turned them into animals. And I'm certainly not the slut they were trying to make me out to be in the story! It's true I do like men but I'm not a whore." Cecilla said.
"And that was why I didn't drink your accursed liquid." Limburger's said, "I knew you were up to something. Now, there's the matter of your farm. I require a deed. A quick claim deed will suffice.