Thanks for the reviews, you guys!
Youkai55; For now, I will concentrate on this story. Maybe I will continue the other story later on, but no promises.

Okay, you guys. I've decided that it's not the 90's when the mice crash on Earth, but 2018. So, I can use phone's, laptops etc to give Kiwi a role in the fight against the Plutarkians.
Hope you guys don't mind.

Very well, on with the story!

Chapter three

Kiwi was sitting on the couch, watching TV. The mice were in the guesthouse, doing whatever alien mice did with their free time. A few days had past in peace. But she had noticed the mice were getting anxious. Especially Vinnie. She had learned in this short time she knew them, the white furred mouse was hyper, cocky as hell, a flirt and one hell of a adrenaline junkie. Throttle was so different. Calm. Wise. A thinker. Other then his white furred companion, he thought things through before he acted. And he was hard to understand. She didn't quite knew what was going through his head. Vinnie on the other hand, was thinking about just three things; food, girls and adrenaline. Oh, and himself. Modo was the gentle and polite one. He was big and looked threatening, but he was just a big teddy bear. Such a small heart. She noticed she was starting to get attached to them. Not just because she wasn't alone anymore, but because they were actually being nice to her. But she still wasn't lowering her walls.
The news was on on TV and she saw Limburger. She jerked upright. What the hell was that stinkface doing on the news?
She grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.
"Helloooo, my fellow citizens of Chicago. I'm in charge here and as your new acting mayor, rest assure that I won't let these mistrions go unpunished! My new appointed chief of police is under orders to have them arrested on sight."
Kiwi stared at the TV. On the background hung a huge banner with three people on it. She looked closer and saw they wore the same clothing as the mice. But she knew it wasn't them. What the hell was going on? New mayor? Arrested? She quickly grabbed her phone and opened the news app.

"Mayor Chicago kidnapped by three mysterious bikers. Lawrence Limburger is willing to replace him till he is back."

Kiwi shook her head and jumped on her feet. This was a setup. She ran to the guesthouse and loud music met her. But when she wanted to walk inside, three bikes revved their engine and blocked her way. Many weapons came out of different holes and aimed at her. Kiwi stopped death in her tracks. Holy shit. She never had seen so many weapons at the same time. How the hell did that fit in just one bike? Great invention. Why was she standing here, being impressed? She needed to talk to the mice.
"Let me through, I'm on the same side, remember?", she said and tried to walk past the bikes, but Vinnie's red racing bike fired a laser nearby her feet. She jumped into the air and stumbled backwards, her hands before her body.
"Wow, easy…", she said, but the bikes came closer, beeping loudly.
"Guys…?", Kiwi yelled, feeling sweat on her back. But the music was so loud, they didn't hear her. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.
"GUYS!", she screamed as loud as she could. That worked. Three mice heads popped up in the doorway. Kiwi pointed at the bikes, a stuffy expression on her face.
"Can you please whistle your very aggressive dogs back? NOW!?", she asked with a high voice. Modo and Throttle immediately did what she asked, but of course, Vinnie just stood there, leaning against the dooropenening with a big smile on his face. The bikes of his bro's pulled back, but his bike remained where she was, namely right before Kiwi. Kiwi threw her hands in the air in frustration.
"Really? Come on!", she yelled in frustration. Vinnie walked closer, but still didn't called his bike back. He gave her a arrogant, almost lazy smile and patted on the side of his bike.
"It's okay, sweetheart. She is one of us…" and his bike pulled back, loud beeping. Kiwi lowered her hands.
"There. Was that so hard?", she asked annoyed. God, this mouse was really good in getting on her nerves.
"A simple 'thank you' would sound so much better… sweetheart", and he winked at her. Throttle and Modo quickly interfered.
"Vincent, leave the girl alone. Kiwi, you alright?" Throttle gave Vinnie a warning look and then looked at Kiwi with a worried look on his face.
"I'm fine. Listen, the mayor has been kidnapped…"
"The mayor's been kidnapped?", Throttle asked urgently. Kiwi gave him the 'that's what I just said' look.
"Hey, this kinda thing can make me mad!", Modo started.
"Wait, that's not all. There are video images of three mysterious bikers who kidnap him. Look!", and Kiwi showed the picture on her phone. The mice looked and Vinnie pointed at the screen.
"Hey! That looks like…"
"ME!", Modo finished. "Now I'm really mad!"
"We're being framed. That's Greasepit in a Modo suit", Throttle said, a little bit angry.
"Yeah, and the worst part is, Limburger is now mayor of Chicago…", Kiwi said slowly. She didn't actually knew how they were gonna react to this.
"No way!", Vinnie said, turning to look at Throttle.
"The cheese is now head cheese?" Throttle couldn't believe his oversized ears.
"That makes me more than just mad. Now, I'm maddest!", Modo growled and his eye glowed red. Kiwi stared at it. Why in the world was his eye glowi… Never mind.
"Yeah, and Greasepit is now head of the police and has the order to arrest you…"
"Man, I knew politics was a stinky business, but I would never had thought it would reek like this!", Modo said, pinching his nose.
"It's no joke, Modo. Limburger is now mayor and he's got the police after you. You guys are in trouble."
Vinnie whirled a gun around his finger.
"Not as much trouble as he's in. It's time to whip some tail", and he reloaded the gun with a loud click.
Kiwi raised her hands.
"Now just a minute…"
"For once I agree with Vinnie", Throttle said.
Kiwi shook her head.
"Guys, the mayor. Shouldn't you rescue the mayor first?", Kiwi asked tiredly.
"Time enough for that after we turned Limburger into a rotten cheese omelet", Modo said, jumping on his bike.
"Let's ROCK…", he yelled with his heavy voice.
"...and RIDE!", his bro's finished and they drove away with dangerous speed.
Kiwi shook her head, feeling helpless. She wasn't a fighter. But she did care about people's faith. So, she needed to do something to rescue the mayor. Ugh, who was she kidding? The last time she interfered with all this, she had a major panic attack. Yeah, but that was because of the bike. If she could avoid to ride on a bike, she maybe could do something. She was good with computers after all, and information was gold. She quickly grabbed some stuff, determined to help, and jumped in her car. Time to rock and collect information, Kiwi.

The mice were cruising through the streets. Suddenly, the sound of a siren was heard behind them. Vinnie looked over his shoulder.
"Uh oh… A cop!"
Throttle also looked behind them.
"No, not a real cop. That's Greasepit and his goons. Let's lose them."
The tan furred mouse popped a wheelie.
"It's time to ROCK…"
His bro's popped a wheelie too.
"... and RIDE!" and they opened the gas. They split up and each got followed.
They drove to city Hall and each came out another direction. At the crosspoint, they flew into the air and their followers crashed into each other with a loud bang. The siren from the police car made a strange noise and stopped. Greasepit sighed.
"I hate when they do that…"

Meanwhile, the mice landed on the balcony from city Hall.
"We're here", Throttle said. He put a finger in the air. "Now, let's play this smooth and subtle. Anybody got a plan?"
"I say; we blast our way in, smash everything in sight, blow Karbunkle through a wall…", Vinnie suggested, waving wildly with his hands to make his attentions more clear.
"...and grab Limburger and pound his face till he releases the mayor!", Modo finished, also making gestures with his hands.
"Hmm… Smooth… Subtle… I like it!", Throttle said with a little smile on his lips, nodding his head.
They revved their engines.
"Hit it, bro's!", Throttle yelled and they crashed through the wall into the office. They hit the brakes and stopped in front of the desk.
"Ah. Good of you to pop in, vermin", Limburger smiled. The mice pulled off their helmets.
Limburger showed them a piece of paper.
"As the acting mayor, I just finished ordering your destruction…" and he held up the piece of paper, which clearly was a declaration of death.
"Dr. Karbunkle, would you please introduce our guests to our newest business associate?"
Karbunkle laughed evil and took a remote out of his lab coat.
"Gladly, you thick sliceness. Biker Mice From Mars? Meet… Lectromac!" and he pushed on a button. A light beam aimed at (again) a weird looking man, who was sitting on a small looking plane. He had his arms crossed before his chest and was looking completely bored and nonchalant.
"Lectromac, why don't you demonstrate your magnetic powers?"
The mice stepped off their bikes, grabbing their guns. Lectromac raised his hands and a green light came out. It pulled the guns out of the mice their hands and made them fly into the air.
"Hey!", Modo yelled angry.
"Very good, Lectromac!", Limburger said smugly. "But don't keep our guest in suspense, just carry on with my first order", he added, pointing at the piece of paper. But then he crumpled it. "Oblitarate them!"

The mice were hanging in the air, completely helpless. Lectromac looked around.
"Nice office. Let's test the construction, Biker Mice", he said with a tinny voice. He moved his hands and the mice crashed against the wall. But before they could do something, they were already flying to the other side of the room and crashed against the wall again. Then, ceiling, floor, ceiling, floor…
"Ah yes… Nice and solid", Lectromac smiled. He whirled the mice above his head and crashed them against the wall, hard. The mice moaned and noticed they were stuck with their asses in the wall, Vinnie hanging upside down. They wiggled to get loose.
"Argh, we got… to get out… of here…", Throttle moaned, trying to escape this uncomfortable position.
"Alley… oop?", Vinnie suggested, also wiggling. (A/N; not sure if you write it like this, but you guys know what I mean, right?)
"Got it!", Throttle gasped. Just in time, because the green light grabbed them again and they flew through the air. But this time, they had a plan.
Throttle grabbed Vinnie's legs and whirled him around.
"Alley… oop", he said while throwing Vinnie straight to Modo. Vinnie grabbed Modo's legs and did the same. Modo flew straight to Lectromac and Karbunkle.
"Pardon my fist", he yelled and punched Lectromac full in the face. Because of the force, he fell backwards against Karbunkle and they both crashed against the desk.
"You mice are mush now!", the villain said and scrambled on his feet.
The mice were already sitting on their bikes, putting on their helmets.
"We can't take him here", Throttle said. "I've got a plan. Let's ride!" and they opened the gas. They jumped out of the hole they made when they got in and used the pole of a streetlamp to whirl down. They landed smoothly on their rear tires and drove away.
Lectromac flew out of the building in his little plane.
"You are not escaping!" and he started the chase.

At that moment, Kiwi drove around the corner. She saw the mice speeding away from the building, followed by… eh, yeah by what? She stared at them till they were out of side. Okay. She needed to get used to this. If she was gonna live with the mice, these kinda things were gonna be 'just another day at the office'. She parked her car closeby the building and grabbed her computer. She opened her hacking system.
"Now, let's see what your plans are and where you are hiding the mayor…" she whispered and got to work. After a few minutes, she already found a important looking memo.

'To the citizens of Chicago.

As your acting mayor I have decided in the interest of the public good to proceed with the digging of a new subway system. Unfortunately, the local diamond mart is directly in the way. Therefore, I officially declaring the diamond mart condempted. Demolition will begin immediately.'

Kiwi gasped. But that's an state building. He can't do that... She sighed. Of course he can. He is the mayor now. Chicago is all his now. Shit. Now what?

Meanwhile, the mice still had their hands full with Lectromac. They were cruising through the city on Throttle's orders, but it was not a easy ride. Lectromac used his magnetic powers to throw things at them.
When they avoided being crashed by cars and jumped over a streetlight that was lying on their path, Vinnie shook his head.
"This is tougher than a motocross race during a demolition turby…" but then he grinned.
"More fun too, hahahaaa!" and they hit the accelerator.
Modo looked behind him and saw a mailbox coming right at him. He raised his metal arm and smashed the thing away, making the mail flying through the air.
"How much farther?" the grey furred giant asked while they drove around a corner.
"Just ahead bro's!", Throttle yelled. "We will give that magnetic monster a taste of his own juice…"
They drove straight towards a building and crashed through the fence. Lectromac followed them, but his magnetic powers dragged the fence with him. He didn't notice though. He was too busy with trying to get the mice.
The mice drove inside, parked their bikes, pulled off their helmets and ran further.
Lectromac stopped at the entrance.
"End of the powerline, Biker Mice… Time to show you my attractive personality!"
He raised his hands and the green light lifted a yellow forklift truck. It flew straight towards the mice and crashed with a loud bang, but the mice were quicker this time.
Lectromac raised his hand again, but the green light started to fly into every direction. He couldn't control it anymore and his plane was rocking in the air.
"Argh! What's happening?", he yelled frustrated, fighting to get back control.
"It's working!", Vinnie cheered.
"All the steel in here is deferring his magnetic powers", Throttle smiled. He ran to a huge case against the wall, filled with metal pipes.
"He needs more toys", and he raised his fist. "Let's load him up!΅ and he hit the case.
The pipes flew out and because of the magnetic powers, immediately crashed against Lectromac. He flew out of his plane and fell on the floor. Unfortunately for him, he landed right under a metal container that was hanging on the ceiling. The container was filled with screws. Modo grabbed a chain and threw it to the container. It whirled around the side and Modo pulled. Lectromac looked up, fear on his face. But there was nothing he could do. The screws rained down on him and sticked to him like glue. The fence from outside also flew inside and wrapped around Lectromac and all the steel that was on him.
Vinnie grabbed two flares and lit them.
"Time to wrap this baby up", he said and melted the steel. When there was nothing left but a glowing, melted pile of steel, he dropped the flairs.
"There!", Vinnie said and leaned forward. He planted a kiss on it.
"Auw!", he yelped. "Hot!"
Throttle and Modo laughed out loud.
Vinnie turned to face them, an annoyed look on his face.
"It's not funny! My lips are a galactic treasure."
"Would be if you had any", Throttle snickered.
Modo took place on his bike and shook his head, smiling.
"Yeah, mice with lips. What's next? Chipmunks that sing?"
Vinnie revved his bike, still annoyed.
"Ahh, shut up and ride", he said and they drove away.

When they arrived again at city Hall, they hit the brakes.
"We got more trouble!", Modo yelled.
Big machines were busy breaking down the diamond mart. People were running away, screaming loudly. Chaos. Destruction.
The goons were laughing evilly while they were doing their jobs. Suddenly, a laser hit one of their machines and they heard a whistle. They looked up and saw three silhouettes standing on the top of a building.
"Hey there!" A husky voice.
The silhouettes jumped down and stopped right in front of them.
"You are destroying property...", Throttle said.
"... and endangering people…", Vinnie continued.
"... and that makes us mad!", Modo finished.
Throttle pointed at the goon who was controlling the machine.
"You wanna rumble? We're ready!"
Modo cracked his knuckles with a evil smile.
"Ugh. We're out of here!", the goons yelled and all the machines drove away.
"Ahhh… They are running away…", Modo said, smiling.
"It's my Clint Eastwood look. Gets them everytime!", Vinnie said, gritting his teeth.
Throttle kneeled and grabbed something from the ground. He looked at it with a thoughtful frown on his face.
"What is it, Throttle?", Vinnie asked, curious as always.
"Diamonds", their leader said, holding out his hand to show them the pieces. "Limburger's goons were stealing a truck full of diamonds… But why?"
"One thing is sure, he doesn't need the money…", Vinnie said.
Modo smiled. "And no way he is getting engaged!"
Throttle threw the diamonds in the air and catched them again.
"Yeah, it's a mystery, alright. And I got the feeling we won't like the answer."

"Guys!" they suddenly heard and they turned around. Their eyes grew big when they saw Kiwi running over to them.
"What are you doing here, Kiwi ma'am?", Modo asked, worried as always.
"Yeah, I thought…", Throttle started, but Kiwi held up her hand.
"Listen to me. I hacked into Limburger's computer system, well, actually the mayor's computer system… but hey, details. I've found something you really need to know!"
Vinnie looked confused.
"You can do that?", he asked, narrowing his eyes.
Kiwi was still panting from her sprint and her cheeks were red. But her eyes were clear and Throttle couldn't stop the thought that he had never seen her this alive. She was actually enjoying this?
"Limburger has a plan with the subway system, that's why he is taking the diamond mart down. And I also found out they are holding the mayor in the old scissor wearhouse."
"The scissor wearhouse?", Modo repeated.
"Time to 'cut' through the case…", Vinnie said, his ears twitching and a big smile on his face. The rest shook their head.
"Honestly… But you guys gotta hurry!", Kiwi said.
"Thanks for the help, Kiwi… I guess… We will talk about this later. Let's ride, bro's."
Kiwi followed them with her eyes. She was proud of herself she finally was making a difference. She was finally doing something good. And that was helping the mice with their war. She decided to take the shortcut to the warehouse, to find out if she was right. With shrieking tires, she drove away with a smile on her face.

When the mice arrived at the place, it was dark and quiet.
"Took you guys long enough."
The mice whirled around and saw Kiwi leaning nonchalant at her car, her arms crossed before her chest.
"Kiwi! What the hell are you doing here now?" Throttle couldn't believe his eyes.
"More to the point; how is it you're faster than us?", Vinnie asked, his eyes narrowed.
"I took a short cut", Kiwi answered quickly.
"Ah. That explains. No way you can beat this mamma jammer", Vinnie said proudly.
"And don't we know it…", Kiwi said, rolling her eyes. "I decided to see for myself if I was right."
Throttle sighed. This girl was stubborn, alright. Well, now she was here, they couldn't let her wait alone outside. That was too dangerous. And he had the feeling that if he was gonna ask her to leave, she was gonna refuse. He didn't understand a thing about her. Here she was, somehow enjoying this. She wasn't scared of dying, but riding a bike triggered a huge panic attack. She said she didn't know anything about bikes, but her house had a huge garage with the most beautiful bikes and tools. What was her story? He shook his head. Now was not the time. He quickly checked the surrounding.
"Are you sure this is the place?", he asked.
"Positive. I've read it myself."
"Okay, but you are coming with us. It's too dangerous to wait outside. Or even better; go home…" Throttle couldn't help himself. He just had to try. But as expected, Kiwi shook her head.
"I'm coming with ya."
Modo walked to a roller shutter.
"Well, then we just have to let my fingers do the knocking", and he punched a giant hole in the door. Kiwi stared at it. Wow. Cool.
"Hello? Mister mayor, sir?", the grey fur giant asked, but the only response was his voice echoing in the empty building.
When they were inside, they slowly walked through the hallway.
"I don't like the looks of this place…" Throttle's husky voice broke the silence.
"What looks, I can't see nothing?", Modo asked, a little annoyed that it was so dark inside.
Kiwi was walking close behind them, but she suddenly stopped and sniffed.
"Hey! Do you smell…?"
"Grease?" Throttle answered.
"Greasepit!", the mice said in unison. They looked around them, but saw nothing.
Suddenly, Kiwi felt big hands around her arms.
"Aaaahh!", she screamed. She couldn't stop herself, the sudden movement just scared the shit out of her. And then it dawned on her. She was the hostage. Again…
The mice whirled around and saw that they were surrounded. Goons with guns pointing at them and Greasepit holding Kiwi, who was struggling to get loose.
"That's police chief Greasepit for yous, Biker mice…"
The click of guns was heard and Greasepit smiled.
"Oh, and by the way… yous is under arrest…"

The mice raised their hands. Throttle took the word.
"Alright, Greasepit, here's the deal. You let the lady go, and we surrender."
Greasepit thought about it.
"Okay, sure. Deal!"
Vinnie shook his head and leaned forward to Throttle.
"I wouldn't trust this oil spill as far as I can flush him", he whispered agitated in Throttle's ear.
"Like we got a choice…", his bro answered shortly. Vinnie sighed. He hated it when this happened.
"You're catching on, buck tooth brain", Greasepit said and pointed at them. "Yous don't! Cuff 'em!"
The goons did what them was told and before they even realized it, the mice their hands were cuffed. Modo tried to break the chain in anger, but it was no use.
"Alright, oil breath. You got us…", Throttle said annoyed.
"So let the girl go…", Vinnie continued, also annoyed.
"Now…", Modo finished, his voice even lower than normal and his eye glowing red.
Greasepit looked offended.
"Hey! You know, I don't like your attitude… I think I'll just chance my mouth… ehhhh, I mean mind! Boys! Give the pretty lady a nice set of bracelets", he ordered and the goons grabbed Kiwi. She tried to run away, but the goons were too strong. Shit. Another damsel in distress situation. Ugh.
"Well, seems his promise just leaked out his greasy little mind, boys…", Throttle said smiling.
"Guess we'll just have to remind him", Modo answered.
"Politely off course. How about no hands manoeuvre number five?"
"Ahhh, can we do number three instead? I look so cool in that one!", Vinnie asked, pointing at himself.
Throttle sighed.
"Number five, Vincent… NOW!"
They each ran into another direction.
"Yeah! My favorite story, a tail of two turkeys!" Vinnie cheered while running. His tail slapped two goons right in the face and they fell on the ground because of the mean slap.
Throttle had one goon on his back and his hands grabbed his head.
"Get off my back, you wrenchhead!" and he dragged him off his back and threw him on the ground, like the guy was not heavy at all. The tan furred mouse patted his hands, smiling when he saw the goon didn't stand up.
Modo was having his cuffed hands full with three other goons. One on each side and one behind him. They grabbed him, but Modo whirled around.
"Goons like you make me wanna whirl!" and the three guys flew away. They crashed against a wall, but jumped at their feet again and grabbed their guns. But a laser blasted the guns out of their hands before they were able to use them.
Modo was aiming his arm cannon at them.
"Didn't your momma's never learned you boys not to play with pop guns?" he asked, blowing away the smoke from his cannon. Then, he gritted his teeth and pointed at the three goons.
"You might get hurt. You know what I mean?"
The goons smiled nervous and decided they were not gonna win this. They turned around and ran away. Modo smiled.
"Wise…"
(A/N; God, I love that part hehehe!)

Kiwi was first looking at them fighting, her mouth wide open. Wow. She was impressed. They sure were good. But then she realized that oil leaking goon was still holding her. She tried to get loose, but no matter how dumb the guy was, he still was very strong.
"Now I'm gonna be real polite and ask you again, oil breath. Let the lady GO!"
Throttle's voice. They both turned around and Kiwi saw the mice standing close by and they were not amused.
"N-no way, not a chance, rodent", Greasepit said, but a little unsure this time. Kiwi saw Vinnie grabbing something from his bandoliers with a mischievous smile on his face. Oh boy.
"Vinnie. NOW!", Throttle ordered and Vinnie threw the object, still with that smile on his face.
Both Greasepit and Kiwi ducked and the object flew over their heads.
"Missed me, moussie", Greasepit gloated, but Kiwi looked behind her.
"Well, someday you catch the mouse...", Vinnie said arrogant. The flair lit and fired at a chain that was attached on the wall. There was a hook on the chain that grabbed Greasepit by his dungarees.
"And some days the mouse, catches YOU!", Vinnie cheered, while Greasepit swung through the air and slammed against a wall. He slid down, clearly unconscious.
"Good brakes!", Vinnie laughed.
Kiwi stared at all this and started laughing. Oh my god, that was priceless.
The mice looked at her.
"Okay, you're outta here, Kiwi. Now."
Kiwi stopped laughing.
"Not without you guys, I'm not!", she said.
"Hey listen, just because Greasepit goes back in his deal, that doesn't mean we do, babe, he is still the law."
Kiwi wanted to protest, but Modo gently grabbed her arm and escorted her outside. His bro's followed them.
Outside, Vinnie whistled on his fingers.
"Let's get our bikes to safety before this greaseball wakes up. Follow Kiwi in her car", he ordered and the bikes revved their engines. Kiwi hesitated.
"We'll be fine, just go!", Throttle said and Kiwi decided to obey. She ran to her car and drove away, followed by the bikes.
She drove straight home and the bikes parked themselves at the guesthouse. Holy shit. That was… awesome! Kiwi smiled, but then worry took over. The mice. They were stuck. She needed a lawyer. But what lawyer was gonna defend three alien mice? She needed a plan. And fast…

A few hours later, she threw her hands in the air in frustration. She had searched the whole internet, but still no plan. Dammit. Suddenly, her eyes fell on something. Some vague news item about a old factory just outside town. She opened it and saw it was the type of item you normally wouldn't take that serious. But since she had three alien mice living in her guesthouse and knew that another alien was trying to take over the planet, she wasn't that sceptical anymore. According to this journalist, something was happening in the old factory. Something in secret. They were building something. And after that, the whole item was about the government hiding things and complot theories. Kiwi closed the item and sighed. It must be Limburger. It has to be. She grabbed her keys and walked determined to her car. She needed to get the mice out, as soon as possible. Time to go to the courtroom and after that… well, time to improvise. She whistled at the bikes, not really sure if they were gonna listen to her, but they did. So, she drove away, followed by three bikes without a driver. She giggled. This was getting weirder by the day.
Kiwi parked the car and ran inside. She looked around her and found the right room.
"Guys! I came as fast as I could, but I'm still trying to find a lawyer…", she began, but the judge interrupted her.
"L-lawyer? NO! No more lawyers! Please… They are free to go! And as soon as possible...", he quickly said, wiping off his head. Kiwi stared at him. Okay… She saw Throttle had the key and just opened Vinnie's cuffs before he did his own. Modo just broke the chain, but since he wasn't a fan of bracelets, he took the key from Throttle and opened them. Kiwi didn't understand what was going on here. They were free to go? How in the world…
But before she could ask something, she saw Greasepit. And he was not amused.
"Free to go, huh?", he said, while climbing over the little fence before the judge and standing before the mice.
"That's what yous think, I just has to arrests yous again… HARDER this time", and he slammed his fist in his hand. Oil splattered around.
"You have to catch us first, grease dumb", Throttle said.
"And we're not sticking around…", Vinnie smiled arrogant and he ran towards Greasepit, along with Throttle.
"But you are!" and they both cuffed him at the fence.
"HEY! Get these things off of me! Blast you blasted Biker Mice!"
But the mice and Kiwi were already gone. Outside, Kiwi made them stop.
"Listen, whatever Limburger is up to, it's gonna happen soon. I found out somebody is building something in a old factory just outside town. It must be him…"
Throttle rubbed his chin.
"Hmmmm. I don't know what it is…"
"But if Limburger's part of it…", Vinnie continued.
"Then you know it's gonna stink", Modo finished.
Kiwi smiled. It was so cute and also very cool at the same time that they finished each others sentences.

The bro's jumped on their bikes. Kiwi was in fight with herself if she would come with them, but Throttle made the decision this time.
"You go home, Kiwi. It's not safe for you."
"Yeah, sweetheart. This is stupid macho mouse stuff. We can handle this", Vinnie said, flexing his muscles.
Kiwi rolled her eyes, but decided to listen.
"Fine. Good luck guys… and please…", she trailed off. The mice waited patiently.
"Be careful... ", she whispered, a little embarrassed.
"We always are, Kiwi ma'am", Modo said.
"Why? Gonna miss me if I don't come back?", Vinnie asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
But before Kiwi could respond, Throttle revved his engine.

"Come on, bro's. It's time to ROCK…"
"... and RIDE!"

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