Modo Is Back! -Chapter 20
"Come on, Modo. Quick playing around and take off the mask." Minerva said, grabbing at his mask and pulling it.
"Stop! What are you doing? You'll pull my whole face off!" He cried out.
"That's the idea." She replied.
He grabbed her by her collar plucking her off him.
While this exchange went on, the two Plutarkians glanced at each other puzzled by this whole thing.
"What's going on?" Latoya asked her brother.
"It would appear your striking of our large friend robbed him of his memory." Limburger said, chuckling, "Which we can use to our advantage."
"Modo, this isn't funny. Now, c'mon." Minerva said, trying to grab at him as he held her at arm's length.
"Desist at once, mouse!" He cried out. Then dropped her to the floor. Minerva got up in total shock.
"Well done, Robespierre. You caught one of those wretched Martian Mice rebels!" Limburger said, "Now we must continue planning your wedding of my beloved sister and yourself." Limburger told him.
"What?" Latoya said, pulling away from her brother, "There is no way I'm marrying a-"
"Now, now, dear sister." Limburger soothed, to Robespierre, "Pre-wedding jitters."
"Have no fear, my love. I'll be here." Modo now Robespierre said, walking over to put an arm around her.
"Uh, excuse me. I have a slight headache." She said, hand up to her face and slipping away before he could touch her. Her brother followed her.
"I can't do it, Lawrence." She groaned, "I have to marry Robespierre. Not some copycat."
"The Grand High Exalted Ruler is expecting a marriage between his son and yourself. Which means you have access to his money." He replied, "Once you're married, we'll arrange for our large friend to have a fatal accident."
"That's so cold-blooded! Just how I like it!" She grinned, evilly.
Both brother and sister both cackled.
...
"Modo, listen to me..."
"Silence, Martian Mouse or I'll have you flogged!" He replied, coldly frowning on her.
Limburger and Latoya returned to the room.
Within minutes, Throttle, Vinnie, and the other mice came crashing through a window.
"Hope we didn't miss the party!" Throttle cried out.
"Guards!" Modo aka Robespierre called out, "Arrest these invaders!"
"Uh, isn't that our larger bro?" Vinnie asked, shocked.
"Modo, what are you doing? It's us!" Throttle said, as guards surrounded them.
"Quite wrong, dear fellow. Your friend is now one of us, aren't you, Robespierre?" Limburger asked, hand on his shoulder.
"Watch it. You're wrinkling my tunic."
"O-kay. Tell me, I'm missing something here? When did Modo start getting fussy about clothes?" Vinnie asked.
"Modo, snap out of it!" Throttle called out.
"Who is this Modo chap you keep referring to? I am Robespierre."
"And I thought I was confused." Vinnie said.
"It's not his fault. He lost his memory." Minerva said.
Within minutes, the mice were surrounded by palace guards. Unfortunately, they were outnumbered. They were placed in a deep, dark dungeon. Throttle, Vinnie, and Minerva saw their fellow comrades locked in a large steel cage.
"We've gotta break out of this stone cage and get Modo's memory back." Throttle said.
"First things first, we gotta see where they stashed our bikes." Vinnie said.
"Any ideas?" Minerva asked, "The guards took your weapons."
"Not everything." Throttle said, as the tip of his tail went into the lock opening the door. The three mice pushed the door open.
"Neat trick. My turn." Vinnie said, " Stand back, guys."
The latter lit a flare and threw it at the lock destroying it. The Freedom Fighters pushed the door wide open and came charging out. Guards began coming towards them. They subdued them. Minerva picked up a blaster and began firing getting one guard in the leg.
"We gotta get moving." She told the mice, then to the Freedom Fighters, "Get the enemy's weapons!"
The rebels subdued all the guards and took their blasters.
"Guys! In here!" Minerva said.
The three bikes were chained to the wall. Vinnie sliced the chains off with his flare.
"Secure the rest of the area." Throttle told them, "We'll catch up with you."
"Where are you going?" Drexel asked.
Minerva hopped on Throttle's sweet ride.
"To save our bro." Throttle said, taking off on his bike followed by Vinnie.
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The Exalted Ruler of Plutark arrived that afternoon with his entourage of servants and bodyguards. He looked around at the disarray outside the castle. Lady Latoya came out to meet him followed by Limburger and Modo now Robespierre.
"Greetings, your Eminence." Lady Latoya said, "This is my brother Lord Limburger."
"What has happened? This place looks as if you had been in a war. Robespierre! Are you alright, my son?" He asked.
"I am fine, um, are you my father?" He asked, confused.
"Well, of course you are." Limburger told him.
"Where is your mother?" The Grand Exalted Ruler asked.
Modo or Robespierre was about to approach his father when Limburger stopped him. Unseen Limburger struck him from behind knocking him out.
'Robespierre!" The Exalted Ruler of Plutark cried out at seeing him slumped over.
"Everything is fine, your Eminence. The young man is just overcome with excitement. We just had to deal with some Martian Mouse rebels, his wedding, and now your visit. Your wife is visiting the Undersea Gardens. The wedding is about to start. You'll see your son after the wedding."Limburger said.
Limburger put his arm around Robespierre's shoulders and turned him around away from his father.
"But I don't understand. Why can't I see my son now..." The Exalted Ruler began, extending his hand to whom he thought was his son. But Limburger had already ushered him away.
"Dear Robespierre! He's so overcome with joy that he fainted." Latoya lied, then taking the Exalted Ruler by the arm,"Have you seen our underwater gardens, your Eminence? They're lovely this time of year."
Limburger carried the so called unconscious prince to a storage room.
"I would kill you now if I didn't need you." Limburger told him, "You ugly rat!"
Suddenly, a single, red, shimmering light glowed through the mask burning it off. A large grey gloved hand pulled it off revealing Modo Mouse.
"Rat! My momma didn't raise no stinking rat!" He screamed, grabbing the terrified Plutarkian by the collar. He held him up with one powerful arm, "Understand?"
"Please! Have mercy!" Limburger begged.
Throttle and Vinnie crashed through the already broken window they came through earlier.
"Modo? It is Modo, isn't it?" Minerva asked, getting off Throttle's bike and running to him.
"Sure is, darling." Modo replied, giving her a warm smile, then looking at Limburger frowned, "Excuse me. I gotta teach this Reek Fish some manners. This is for slugging me before!"
Modo socked him in the jaw. Limburger spat out blood and teeth. Then he was thrown to Vinnie who shoved him to Throttle.
The three mice picked up their ears to hear trumpets sounding in the distance.
"Looks like I'm gonna be late for my own wedding!" Modo chuckled.
"I say let's crash it and do some demolition to this place." Vinnie crowed.
"Battle mode, bros! Let's rock the walls off this place!" Throttle said, revving up the handle bars on his ride.