Captured Hearts- chapter 11
"Now that the show is over, you can let me out of this cage." Limburger said.
"Can it, Cheese Whiz." Throttle said.
'You're going to pay for what you did to our planet!" Vinnie said.
"Yeah, we're dragging your scaly butt back to Mars to face the music." Modo said.
"You really think so? Well, I anticipated that you rowdy hamsters would take advantage of my unfortunate state and try to capture me. So I developed an ace in the hole, sort of speak" .
Limburger held up a purple round thing which he tossed to the ground. The place filled up with smoke. Within munutes, the Big Cheese vanished without a trace.
"Where'd that walking pile of fish guts go?" Carbine asked.
"I'm right here, my dear general." Limburger said, blaster in hand. He held it against the head of Farmer Bill.
"How did you get out of that cage, Limburger?" Charley asked.
"With this." He said, holding up a small key, "A simple skeleton key I had designed just in case you meddlesome gophers tried to imprison me."
Throttle, Vinnie, Modo, Carbine and Charley went to approach him.
"Stop! One false move and this rural resident will meet his untimely demise." He said.
"Only someone like you would threaten an innocent being's life." Carbine said.
Vinnie simply whistled.
His red Sports bike shot out a small missile. The force of the blast knocked Limburger and Farmer Bill into the air. Modo caught the older man. Limburger landed in a trough of pig slop.
He then staggered out. Clothes reeking in pig slop.
"Ugh! And I thought he stunk before!" Vinnie groaned, holding his nose.
The Carbunkle pig and Greasepit pig flocked to him squealing.
"Get away, you useless cretins!" He screamed, kicking them away.
"Are you okay, sir?" Modo asked.
"Yes. Thank you."
"I'm so sorry to intrude on you like this, but we really need to get these two pigs back to my farm." Cecilla said, pointing at the Greasepit and Carbunkle piggies.
"Take them. I'm too old for all this excitement." The old man said.
"Unless Fish Face wants them." Throttle said, pointing his thumb at Limburger.
"At this point they're useless to me like this." Limburger replied, hand near the two pigs, "But then, they always were. I wouldn't care if they ended up as bacon."
Carbunkle got so mad he bit Limburger on the hand.
"Ow!" Limburger jumped up and down in pain.
"Ooh, bad move, Hallibutt." Vinnie chuckled, "Looks like a little dissension in the ranks."
"Serves him right. He shouldn't be so mean to such adoring creatures." Cecilla replied, petting the two piggies. She then took out a bowl of black grapes. She began feeding them. The two pigs happily ate the grapes.
Throttle was surprised at how kind Cecilla was to the two people, now pigs, who worked with Limburger to try to take her farm. Even going so far as to try to kill her with a bomb. How she can be so kind to them was a shocker. But then Cecilla Hawkings was an exceptional woman. Pretty, flirtatious, as well as noble. She loved all creatures especially pigs.
"I'll take you back to the farm and raise you as my show pigs." She said.
And she did...
The two former cronies of Limburger were now the star attractions at Miss Cecilla's farm. She watched them in the pen. At first, Carbunkle was upset at being a pig but he grew to like it as Cecilla spoiled all her pigs with tasty things to eat.
"Looks like they're thriving."
She looked up to see Throttle standing next to her.
"I knew they would. I'm glad they didn't get butchered." She replied.
"Listen, Cecilla, I really like you a lot. What happened before in the barn..." Throttle began.
"Darling Oysseus..."
"You know I never did know why you called me that."
"Because that is who you are. Someone who cared more about others' wellbeing than his own. Someone selfless and brave. Those are the things that made me fall in love with you."
Her face was inches from his and yet she could feel his breath on her cheek. He bent his head towards hers. Then they kissed. His lips were just as soft and yielding as she remembered. A wild sweetness from her mouth swept through his veins. Her arms went around his neck. His arms snaked around his waist.
Unbeknownst to the two lovers, Carbine saw them together and looked away. She shut her eyes as they brimmed with tears. It was over. Throttle made his choice. It was too late for them. She slid to the floor to her knees. Then she straightened her face.
"What am I doing? I'm acting like some stupid lovestruck school girl! I'm a military woman born and bred. If this is what Throttle wants, fine. I will go on with my life, but...but still..."
She felt the tears stream down her face.
"No...I won't give up. Throttle...I'll win you back." She told herself.
...
"My love, don't go." Cecilla said, breaking the kiss.
"I'll be back." He murmured, kissing her.
"Ahem." Carbine said, clearing her throat.
Throttle and Cecilla saw her approach, head up all military and business like.
"Throttle, I need to talk to you alone."
"Of course. I'll be in the house." Cecilla told them. She then walked away.
"Okay, what is it?"
"Limburger escaped. We can't find him." She replied, " I had Vinnie and Modo track him down. He's no where around here."
Carbine was beside herself with rage.
"We had him, Throttle. We did everything right and he escaped again!" Carbine spat out.
"Don't sweat it, babe. I already know where that Cheeselog is headed." Throttle replied.
Babe. She used to love when he called her that. Now it hurt.
...
Back in Chicago...
"Ah..Chicago..the windy city! My beloved tower. Be it ever so humble there no place like..." Limburger began, as his limo rode into the parking garage of Limburger Plaza. Suddenly there was a sound of motorcycles in the distance.
"Oh no...It can't be..." Limburger said.
"It's Tail Whipping Time!" Three familiar male voices sang in unison.
"No..." Limburger cried out.
He looked out to see the Biker Mice from Mars throw the exact bomb used to blow up Cecilla's farm into Limburger's hands who dropped it.
"I believe a hasty retreat is in order." Limburger said.
He tried to leave only for the building to explode into a million pieces. He climbed out of the damaged building again as debris and rubble covered him.
"Not again!" He wailed.
"Looks like another smashing victory for the Biker Mice from Mars!" Charley said.
All three mice high-fived each other with their tails.
The screen on Throttle's vidcom popped up and the face of Stoker showed up on screen.
"Hey, you mudpuppies!" Stoker cried out, then seeing Charley and Carbine, " Hey, beautiful! General."
"What's going on, Coach?" Vinnie asked.
"Something important. Some intergalactic variety show has been advertising and putting up these posters all over the galaxy." He held up colorful posters of various acts.
"Oh, who's the gorgeous babe? Minerva Mink?" Vinnie said, on seeing a Martian Mouse girl with long, blonde hair and dark eyes painted in blue eyeshadow displayed on the poster, "I wouldn't mind seeing her!"
"How about not!" Throttle told him, angrily.
"Hey, I saw her first, bro."
"What's with you, bro?" Modo asked.
"That girl is my sister!" He blurted out.