Throttle's Choice-chapter 28
Limburger's main lackey, Greasepit was driving a bulldozer while another goon rode in a vehicle with a wrecking ball. Another one rode in another bulldozer.
"Alright, youse goons, let's knock this school down so's Mistah Limboiger can ship its land back to his home planet." Greasepit told them.
"Not today, Greasestain, we're cancelling your renovation plans!" Throttle told him.
The three bikes now rode in front of him.
"Destroying a school? You three scumbags have sunk to a new low and that makes me mad!" Modo said, single eye glowing.
"That's why we taking out the trash!" Minerva exclaimed, pointing at Greasepit and the two goons.
"Hey, that's my line, sweetheart!" Vinnie exclaimed.
"Aw, man! It's dem motorcycle riding hamsters! Murderize 'em!" Greasepit ordered his two companions.
The two goons charged towards the mice. The one driving the machine with the wrecking ball swung the ball at the mice. Vinnie backflipped onto the ball. He was partly kneeling on it.
"Hey, have a light!" He cried, throwing one of his flares into the carriage where the goon sat. He jumped out as the vehicle burst into flames. Vinnie had flipped down onto his bike.
"Awoooo! Yes! I'm just too bad and don't you just hate me for it!" Vinnie crowed, fist in the air and riding away.
The other goon pursued Modo.
"Time to take this sleezebrain down a notch!" He said, turning around to face him. Modo got off his bike and stood aiming his bionic laser at the approaching goon.
"Oooh, you think you can take me, Rat boy?" The goon jeered, attempting to run the giant mouse over.
"Rat?!"Modo screamed, eye red as fire, "Now you're talking trash!"
"Don't let him get to you, Modo." Minerva said.
"Better listen to your cutie, mousie. She's got a nice a- by the way." He smirked.
That made him go ballastic. He fired blowing up the dune buggy.
He then grabbed him with his other fist.
"You just insulted my girl and that makes me super mad!"
He then threw him through a brick wall.
"Down to just you and me, Sludge Brain!" Throttle told Greasepit.
"Youse ain't going no where's, mousie!" He replied.
...
Charley Davidson had driven Carbine in her truck to where they could plainly see the Biker Mice facing off against Greasepit and his goons. Both women got out of the truck to watch them and assist them.
"Looks like everyone's okay." Carbine said.
"Yeah, they stopped that walking oil slick from demolishing that elementary school." Charley replied, looking at the school to see it was okay.
"Throttle, oh no!" Carbine said, quickly.
Charley whipped her head around to what Carbine was pointing at. Throttle and Greasepit were fighting and Throttle was getting the better of the muscle bound ape. Carbunkle was on the roof of an adjoining building. He had a large blaster and was aiming it at the mice. Particularly Throttle.
Carbine was just about to stop him when she saw Cecilla flying in mid-air. The witch woman hovered above him and with a wave of her hand a glittery powder fell on him. He shrunk and transformed into a little black pig. She then floated down to where Throttle was.
"I donts gets it. The doc was supposed to be zapping you to mush!" Greasepit said.
"Your fellow comrade is indisposed right now." Cecilla replied, putting the black pig on the ground.
It was the ugliest thing you saw: from its glasses to its crop of red hair. Throttle activated his Nuke Knuckles and knocked Greasepit out.
"He won't win any beauty pageants any time soon." Throttle chuckled.
"My love, are you hurt?" She asked Throttle going to him, her hands on his chest while he took her in his arms.
"Fine. Thanks." He grinned, down at her.
"Oh, hell no!" Carbine exclaimed, mouth open, on seeing Throttle's old flame kiss him on the lips.
"Carbine, you have to let it go." Charley told her, hand on her shoulder.
"Why couldn't she have stayed gone?" Carbine mumbled.
"She's Throttle's choice. They're an item. There's nothing you can do."
...
Throttle glanced happily at the pretty young woman before him. He felt he was the luckiest mouse in the galaxy. But then he became sad.
"You once were able to read my mind..." He began, "Can you read it now?"
"Yes, I can." Cecilla replied.
"I care deeply about you, Cecilla, but I don't have anything to offer you except what I feel inside." He thought, knowing she read his mind.
"Maybe...that's all you need." She communicated back, telepathically.
Then they kissed.
"Woooooooo!"
The two startled lovers turned around to see Modo and Vinnie whooping and hollering. They forgot they were there. The two macho mice were happy for their bro and leader. Minerva stood there grinning as well.
Vinnie felt Throttle deserved to be with Cecilla rather than Carbine. He never liked the high-strung female. She had an explosive temper. Plus, becoming a general and leader of the Freedom Fighters made things worse. The woman carried a whip and didn't hesitate to use it if she had to. Vinnie never forgot how she tried to get him and his bros executed back on Mars. Without Charley's help, they would never be able to clear their name.
Modo was also happy for Throttle. Their leader was the backbone of the Biker Mice From Mars. He was not just their leader but their brother. Modo didn't like the way Carbine treated him sometimes. He felt she took him for granted. But it wasn't his place to judge her. She was the leader of the Freedom Fighters. They had to do what she said whether they liked it or not.
The two mice cheered.
Throttle blushed. So did Cecilla. They looked away as embarassed lovers do. Hands inches from each other. Cecilla extended her pinky. Throttle extended his. Both wrapped around each other for a minute then let go.
"How touching."
Everyone turned to see Limburger aiming a large blaster at them.
"You really think you're gonna take us on all by yourself, Lardbutt?" Throttle said.
Suddenly, the Biker Mice, and Cecilla were bathed in a glowing neon light and were now floating in mid-air
"Oh, I'm not alone." Limburger replied.
An alien with a purple and silver metallic like body now walked towards them arms our and in the air towards them. The alien's hands were metallic.
"Electromag!" Throttle exclaimed.
"You remember me. Very good." He replied.
"Oh, we remember you all right. You tried to plaster us to a wall." Modo said.
"I thought we totally barbecued you into a molting metal heap." Vinnie said.
"But thanks to Carbunkle, I'm back for revenge." He replied.
"You let my brother and his friends go now!" Minerva tried to stop him when he flung her away into a dumpster.
"Now, Electromag, destroy the Biker Mice and their little friend." Limburger said.
Electromag now saw Cecilla and couldn't take his eyes off the attractive woman. Cecilla looked away and tried reaching for Throttle but she was separated from the mice.
"No, I'm taking the woman!" He grinned, looking her over. Throttle flushed with anger. How dare this walking tin can ogle his girl!
Within a minute, he had her in his grasp. His arm snaked around her shoulders.
"Release me at once!" Cecilla cried, squirming to get free but he held her in a vise like grip.
"Fiesty. I like that in a woman!" Electromag laughed.
"Let her go, you overgrown can opener!" Throttle called out.
"Oh, don't worry, mousie, I'll keep Doll Face here company. Now, say bye-bye, Biker Mice!" He said, with one hand swinging the mice into the wall of a building.
Cecilla turned to hold up the amulet she got from Claud. It blinded Electomag temporarily. That was enough time for a big bulldozer to come by and scoop him up. He was trapped inside. The Biker Mice were free and flipped to the ground.
"Need a hand?" Charley called out from the driver's side of the bulldozer.
"You forget I still have-" Limburger began, before the gun was kicked out of his hands by Carbine.
"Not now you don't, Reek Fish!" The Martian Mouse general said. Minerva picked up the blaster aiming it at Limburger.
"Give up or get lit up!" Vinnie said, holding out one of his lit flares.
Limburger took off the running like the coward he was.
"You okay, baby. He didn't hurt you, did he?" Throttle asked taking Cecilla in his arms.
"I am fine, my sweet. Are you hurt?" Cecilla asked.
"Nothing some root beers and hot dogs won't fix." He replied.
"Thank you." Cecilla told Carbine.
"Yeah, well, I did it for Throttle. I still don't like you, but I have to respect his choice." She said.