A Surprise Guest- Chapter 7

"Hmmph! You must think I'm a fool if you really think I'm going to sell you my land!" Cecilla spat out.

"Oh, I think you will, my dear lady, once I inform the judges and officials of your esteemed country fair how you've been able to win prizes every year with your pigs. Once they learn your little secret, I doubt they'd want you in the same community with them." Limburger gloated.

"You wouldn't dare." Cecilla replied, narrowing her eyes.

"Yes, I would."

"No one will believe you."

"They will once I show them what you did to my two associates."

"Wanna bet, Hallibutt." Throttle told him, grabbing and shoving him towards Vinnie.

'You ain't going no where." Vinnie said, shoving him towards Modo.

"'Cause we ain't gonna let you ship this farm off lock, stock, and barrel to Plutark!" Modo said.

"Oh, do spare me the macho heroics."Limburger said, "You can't hold me here against my will. The law calls this kidnapping. I believe that is against the law and I have the law on my side. You see, I let the local sheriff of this town know I was coming here and I also let it slide what happened to your missing ranch hand. Johnny Dabb was his name, I believe."

Cecilla's eyes grew wide.

"I don't know who you mean." Cecilla said.

"Young lanky fellow with a heart tattoo on his left shoulder." Limburger said.

Now it was Charley's turn to go pale because that was the same guy she saw Cecilla turn into a pig the other night.

"It would seem you have me over a barrel." Cecilla said, looking down at her hands.

"You see I'm not someone to be trifled with." The Big Cheese said, taking out a paper with the words 'Quick Claim Deed' typed across it, "Now sign it."

''Dont do it." Throttle told her, "That overstuffed flounder's not gonna keep his word."

"Yeah, his promises are worth nothing." Modo told her.

"I'm sorry." She said, softly, then more louder to Limburger, 'I'll get a pen."

"Smart girl. And don't bother trying to work your hocus pocus. Your little parlor tricks wont work on me."

Cecilla walked into the dining room.

"You ain't getting away with this, Fish Lips!" Throttle screamed.

"I already have. You can't stop me. Miss Hawkings is signing away her property to me willingly. It's all legal and there's nothing you can do about it!" Limburger chuckled.

"He's right, guys. He isn't coercing her. He's not breaking any laws." Charley huffed, "According to the law, the Big Cheesewheel's in his right."

"How about I give him a right hook across the jaw?" Vinnie said, cracking his knuckles.

"Charley-girl's got a point. We can't fight the law." Throttle frowned.

"Aw, man! That totally bites!" Vinnie groaned.

The mice were white with anger.

The lady in question came back with a purple pen of which was made up of a purple feather.

"Interesting." He noted, glancing at the quill with amusement.

"You can say I'm old fashioned." Cecilla said, arms wrapped around her shoulders.

Limburger began sneezing when the feather's fine hairs came into contact with his nose.

Nevertheless, Limburger signed the deed and Cecilla signed it.

"Now, that that's settled, you will be out of here in say three days?" Limburger asked, then sneezed again, "What's going on? Is this room full of dust? Did I get one of those infernal Earth colds?"

Then he began feeling something powdery on the feather.

"What is this?" He wondered.

"Just so you know, portions aren't the only thing I use." She said, face impassive.

"What? But I never drank your accused potion or ate any foul thing. How could you possibly?"

Then it hit him.

"The quill pen! You..."

"Oh, yes, It's laced with the potion in powder form." Cecilla finished his thought.

"No...no...snort..." Limburger bellowed, falling to the ground.

The Big Cheese began transforming into a fat green pig. His mask he wore to disguise himself fell off to reveal a pig face.

"No way..." Throttle said, in a daze.

"I told you he would never get my land unless I wanted him or anyone else to have it." Cecilla said.

Limburger now a pig narrowed his eyes at Cecilla, Charley, and the mice.

"That boy Limburger was talking about, did you?"

"Yes, he's here. I'll show you." She said, leading them to the pig pens. There were a dozen or more pigs including Carbunkle and Greasepit now pigs. Cecilla, using her staff, made Limburger who was now a pig walk into one of the pig pens.

They saw a brown pig looking at them with pleading eyes. On it's left shoulder was a heart tattoo with an arrow stuck in it.

"That's the same boy I saw the other night. He was turned into a guy." Charley said.

Suddenly, the mice and Charley found themselves being lifted up into the air. They looked down to see Cecilla holding up her staff which was now a wand.

"Cecilla! What are you doing?" Throttle asked her.

"Forgive me, my friends, but I can't let you leave this farm. You know too much about me and this place." Cecilla said, then letting out a deep sigh, "Oh, great Hera! I don't want to turn you all into pigs!"

"Then don't." Vinnie said, "I wouldn't look good as a pig."

"I won't on one condition." She then looked over at Throttle, "You stay here."

"You gotta let Charley-girl and my bros go free." Throttle told her.

"Done."

With a wave of her wand, the mice and Charley were sitting on their bikes and helmets on their heads.

"Let's ride!" Modo said.

"No, bros. You ride. I'm staying here." Throttle told them.

"What?" The other mice protested. Charley looked at him.

"I made a promise to stay." He simply replied.

Cecilla then waved her wand over Vinnie, Modo, and Charley causing them to disappear.

"My bros! Charley!" Throttle cried out.

"It's alright, Odysseus. Fear not. Your friends are not harmed. I sent them outside the farm with their bikes." Cecilla said, "I do this for you."

Cecilla was glancing at him. Her face inches from his. Then she tackled him. Her arms around his shoulders. Her lips pressed against his. Throttle was shocked then relaxed kissing her back. She felt his strong arms go around her. His gentle hands pressed against her lower back. Throttle felt passion as her hands rubbed and were pressed against his manly chest. She nearly gasped as felt his lips on her throat. She felt a breeze and realized her blouse was unbuttoned. Her bra was exposed.

Suddenly there was a bright light. It caught Throttle's eye. He let go of her.

"What's the matter?" She asked, then seeing the light, buttoned up her blouse and straightened her skirt.

Throttle walked out into a daze.

A spacecraft had landed. A side door opened and out jumped a female Martian Mouse. Her raven colored hair danced in the wind.

"Carbine."He said.

"Hey, Mighty Mouse. I'm sorry. Can we start over?" She asked.