A Rescue Attempt-chapter 9
"That little tramp! She better keep her distance!" Carbine fumed.
"How did you find me?" Throttle asked.
"Charley contacted me by vidcom." She replied, "Told me you were in trouble. Needed a distraction while she and the guys snuck back in here."
"You gotta leave now, babe."
"Why? So you and your ho can continue where you left off?"
"There's something you don't know about her. She can do stuff like magic."
"What? You're telling me she's a witch?"
"Ooh, very good. You don't miss a thing, do you?"
Both mice looked up to hear clapping and to see Cecilla leaning against a wall. She had changed her clothes and was now arrayed in a long, white, off the shoulder dress and white tiara.
"People called me Circe millions of years ago." She said.
"Millions of years ago?" Carbine asked, puzzled, "You don't look..."
"Old? Of course not. I was given an elixir by an old shaman. It gave me eternal youth...with a price. I got to stay young forever while my family and friends around me got old and died."
The smile she had on her face became a frown. She bowed her head. Throttle glanced at her in shock. She looked up as tears ran down her cheeks.
"It happened every year. Decades went by. Centuries. It was my curse never to be attached to anyone." She smiled at Throttle.
"Then I met you, Odysseus. Saw your unselfish and giving nature. You risked your life to save mine. You helped me save my farm. For that, I'll always be grateful." She said.
"That doesn't mean you can date him!" Carbine exclaimed.
Cecilla looked over at Carbine. The sad look she had in her eyes momentarily vanished.
What replaced it was a mischievous, bemused look. A slow smile spread out.
"Actually, it does." She replied, holding up and waving her wand. Within a minute, Carbine was turned into a light brown pig with a dark hairy back.
"Carbine!" Throttle cried out, face gone white.
"What have you done?" Throttle asked Cecilla.
Carbine squealed angrily, kicking her now stubby pig legs and feet into the air.
"I think it's an improvement, don't you think?" Cecilla laughed.
"Change her back!'
"Sure. After we finished what we started in the barn." Cecilla purred, grinning ,as Throttle felt her hands rub up his chest and snake around his neck as she tried to kiss him. For an instant, his body was about to respond to her when he caught himself.
"Cecilla..."
"Don't fight it. You can't tell me she can do for you what I can't?"
"Now!" He said, removing her arms.
"Party Pooper!" She muttered, waving her wand.
Carbine changed back. The lady general was on her hands and knees. Throttle helped her up. She got up looking cautiously at Cecilla.
"You've got to change Limburger and his two stooges back, too." Throttle told her.
"What? She's got Limburger here, too?" Carbine asked, incredulous.
"He was here."Cecilla said.
"What do you mean 'was?'" Throttle asked her.
"Weeell, I, sort of, sold him along with some other pigs to Farmer Bill?" Cecilla replied, nervously, twiddling her fingers, "He has a slaughterhouse."
"You didn't?!"Throttle said, as what she said dawned on him.
Suddenly, a large tractor came crashing into a large plate glass living room window.
"Charley Davidson's rescue service! We deliver!" Charley quipped, as Vinnie and Modo came riding out followed by Throttle's sweet ride.
"I just had that window cleaned this morning!" Cecilla groaned.
"Can ya just, I don't know, wiggle your nose or zap it back to normal?" Charley asked.
"This is not some tv episode of Bewitched! My magic doesn't work that way." Cecilla replied.
"Bros, we gotta save Limburger and company!" Throttle told his two friends.
"Save them from what?" Vinnie asked.
"From a one-way ticket to the slaughterhouse." Throttle replied.
Vinnie, Charley, and Modo gave each other puzzled looks.
"I'll explain on the way." Throttle said, getting on his bike and putting on his helmet.
"Wait! I'll show you the way." Cecilla said, walking up to Throttle.
"You've caused enough trouble." Carbine said, "Limburger is our prisoner. We need him to stand trial."
"We don't got time for this, babe. We have to hurry or that Tuna Tail and his crew are gonna wind up on someone's dinner table!" Throttle said, helping Cecilla on his bike and handing her a helmet which she put on.
Carbine was helped onto Modo's bike while Vinnie snaked his tail around Charley's waist gently placing her on his bike.
"Ugh! That would kill my appetite!" Vinnie groaned.
"I know. Talk about a meal that reeks!" Modo said, holding his nose.
''Now..Let's rock.." Throttle began.
"...And ride!" Everyone finished the Biker Mice's favorite catch phrase as they rode down the road.
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Meanwhile, a large truck which contained a flat bed containing several pigs rode down the road to a large farm. People from nearby farms watched it pass by.
"Looks like Farmer Bill bought a new bunch of pigs from Miss Hawkings. Should be plenty of ham and bacon this Christmas." Said one farmer to his wife.
"But did you see some of the pigs, Pa? One of them looked green. Another had on overalls. Strangest thing I ever saw." She replied.
"Woman, you been working too hard. Your mind's playing tricks on you." He told her.
"Dangnabbit! Ain't nothing wrong with my mind, Farmer Joe! I know what I saw! And I know one thing I ain't eating any green pig meat!"
"Farmer Bill ain't gonna sell us no sick pig. I'll go down now to see this green pig." He said, walking down towards the farm.
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The truck pulled into a large farm. The pigs looked uninterested at the farm. Limburger looked around curiously. There were horse stalls where horses were eating hay. There were chicken coops where fat chicken sat on nests or ran around the yard. There were sheep and at the end was a pig pen. Off to the side was a small unmarked building.
It was to this building that the truck drew up to. A big, burly man walked up.
"Hey, Clancy, we got a good haul." He said, eying the truck of pigs.
"Miss Hawkings was super generous." He replied, driving the pigs off the truck on to a moving conveyer belt,"I'll make sure she gets a nice serving of ham come Christmas once we kill these pigs."
Limburger gasped as he realized where he and the other pigs were headed.
"You know Miss Hawkings doesnt eat ham. I wouldn't bother." The burly man said to the other man.
The Big Cheese, now a big porker, jumped off the conveyor belt and ran away.
"One of the pigs is getting away!" He exclaimed.
"I'll get it!" He said, leaping at the pig. The Limburger pig jumped back and ran into the unmarked building.
"Find that pig!" He cried out.