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Chapter six

"Okay, you guys. You can use the garage to fix up your bikes. But please, don't…"
"... touch the bikes. We got it, sweetheart", Vinnie interrupted her.
After the fights they had here on Earth, the one with the Loogie Brothers now weeks ago, the bikes needed a pit stop. Big time. So, they finally had found the courage to ask Kiwi. They had no idea how she was gonna react, since the bikes in the garage, well actually the whole garage, was obviously very dear to her.
"Right. And clean up after you're done…" but the mice were already inside the garage with their bikes.
She smiled. After that day, when she had told them about her parents, they never spoke of it again. And she was fine with that. She wasn't ready to talk about it, not yet. But at least they knew now. And that was a big step into the right direction. She followed them into the garage and took place on the desk that was standing in the corner. She observed the mice while they were busy with their bikes. And one thing became very clear; they all loved their bikes, but Modo adored her. While he was busy with her, he softly talked to her. And the cutest thing ever; the bike beeped back. Kiwi smiled. It was adorable. Honestly. She had become accustomed to the fact that the bikes had their own mind sometimes. And they accepted her fully now. But she wasn't ready to ride one. She probably never would.
Still smiling, she grabbed her phone and scrolled through the news. It had became a habit that she kept an eye on the news, in case Limburger was up to something. Since the Loogie Brothers, they hadn't heard from him yet. But his tower was rebuild, so it probably wasn't going to take long before he… Hey… she opened a link. It was an item about an experiment with sleeping gas in the prison. But because lack of money, it was cancelled. The gas was already brought to the prison, but tonight it was gonna be transferred back to the lab. Hmmm… It was a long shot, but still…
"Hey Throttle? Look at this…"
She gave Throttle her phone and he scrolled through the words.
"Hmmm… Maybe we should check it out. Thanks, Kiwi", and he gave her the phone back.
"Bro's, make sure the bikes are ready, because we have a guard duty tonight…"

Three ropes shot out of the back of their bikes and each clamped down on a rock.
"Bro's… This is not what I consider being on guard…", Throttle sighed.
The mice were sitting on their bikes, closeby the prison. But to kill the time, Vinnie had suggested to play a little game.
"Ahhh, lighten up, Throttle. We're still watching the harmony", Vinnie said.
"Yeah, we just have a little contest while we're at it", Modo added.
Vinnie winked at his grey furred bro, knowing exactly what to say to convince their leader.
"But of course, if you think your bike can handle it…?"
Throttle gritted his teeth.
"Handle it? My bike? Right… You're just worried about that tin can of yours, hotshot. First one at the big tree wins", he said, pointing at the tree a few meters away.
Modo and Vinnie high fived, grinning. "Allright!"
"On three", Vinnie said, revving his bike.
"Come on, Lil' Hoss. Do it like I know you can", Modo said lovingly to his bike.
"One… two… threeee!", Vinnie cheered and they opened the gas. Slowly, they moved towards the big tree, the bikes having a pretty hard job to draw the big rocks.
"Come on, Lil' Hoss… Come on…" and Modo was the first who finished.
"Yeeehaaaa!", he cheered. "You did it! Hahahahaaaa!"
His bro's joined him.
"Nahhh, your big behind gives you traction", Throttle said disappointed, but with a smile on his face. Modo shook his head.
"Nope. All the credits goes to my sweet diamond over here", and he patted his bike like a proud father.
His bro's smiled, but then they heard a siren. They looked up in the sky.
"Wow, what's that?", Modo asked.
"It's Karbunkle!" Vinnie pointed at a figure flying in the sky.
"Kiwi was right. Limburger wanted that gas. Cut loose, bro's. Let's ROCK…"
"... and RIDE!" and they followed Karbunkle. Back in the city, they parked their bikes on the rooftop from the building across Limburger Plaza and watched how Karbunkle gave the gas to Limburger.
"Shoot a mic, bro", Throttle ordered to Vinnie and the white furred mouse did what he asked.
Limburgers voice was heard over the speakers.
"Well, your mission was successful, I trust?"
"Gas for the gassiest, you fulsome fragranceness", Karbunkle said smiling.
Limburger held up the gas, a big smile on his ugly, fat face.
"Ah yes… Amazing isn't it? This one little canister contains enough knock out gas to make Chicago sleep for twenty four hours. All the time I need to cut it…"
He pulled on a gas mask.
"So good night, sweet citizens. I do hope you have pleasant dreams. Because by the time you'll wake, there will be no more Chicago… Muawhahaha!"
"Really, he need to stop with that hideous laughing…", Vinnie mumbled, but his eyes grew big when they saw Limburger throwing the canister down.
"Let's get that canister, bro's! Now!" Throttle ordered and they jumped off the building, driving down. They heard Limburger yelling, but ignored him. When they landed, Vinnie and Throttle stopped the traffic to give Modo room to catch the canister.
"Fear catch!"
"Easy out!"
"Game over…"
Modo gave the canister to Vinnie. But when they wanted to drive away, goons came out of every direction.
"Whoops. Our adoring fans rush the fields", Vinnie smiled.
"Time to play hardball…", Throttle said, his voice low. He clenched his fist and when one of the goons was close enough, he punched him straight into the face. With a loud crack, probably a broken nose, the goon flew away, right into the lap of his collegue. The buggy couldn't carry that much weight and collapsed, leaving the two goons lying on the streets with a dazed look on their faces.
The bro's drove away and were followed by two buggies. The goons were firing at them, but honestly, where were they trained? Because hitting the target was apparently very hard.
"These boys are hot under their collar", Modo said, shaking his head.
"Then what they need is a nice, cool drink", Throttle snickered. They drove straight to a bridge which they knew was collapsed and fired their jets. They made it across with no problems, but the goons weren't that lucky and fell into the water.
"Well, another successful saving of the city, bro's…"
And they drove back home.

When they arrived there, Kiwi was waiting for them.
"And?"
"You were right, babe. He did wanted that canister", Throttle answered while pulling of his helmet.
Vinnie held it up.
"And of course, he didn't get it", he snickered. Kiwi wanted to take the canister, but Vinnie stopped her.
"Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart. This is not just some gas…" but Kiwi held up her hand.
"I know, Vinnie. That's why I want it to give it a safe place in the garage. Come on, give it to me."
"Maybe if you say please…", and Vinnie gave her that arrogant smile of his.
But before Kiwi could say something, a grey furred tail snatched the canister out of Vinnie's hands.
"Okay, playtime is over. Here Kiwi ma'am", and he handed it over to Kiwi.
"Thanks Modo! Thankfully, some of us are grown up", and she winked at Vinnie.
"Hey!", the white furred mouse crossed his arms before his chest, clearly not amused. But the rest ignored him. It was already late and everybody was tired. Even Vinnie. So, after saying good night to each other, they all crashed in their beds and soon, everybody was deeply asleep.

The next day, they were lying at their favorite spot by the water. It was a very hot day, so Kiwi had decided to take a swim, no matter what. Vinnie was lying on his back, with his hands folded under his head.
"Aahhhh… This is great", he sighed.
"Yeah, even us interplanetary heroes need time off", Throttle agreed, who was also lying on the ground, but with his head leaning against a pillow he brought with him. Modo was busy with polishing his bike.
"There you go, darling. Pretty as a one two punch…", he smiled at his shiny bike.
"Hey guys!" Kiwi's voice. Vinnie's eyes grew big while looking at the human.
She was standing in the water, her black hair was waving over her shoulders. She wore a small bikini and her sun browned skin glittered in the sun. Vinnie slowly got up.
"Speaking of knock outs…", he growled softly.
"You guys coming in? The water is great!", Kiwi said, wringing water from her hair.
She didn't notice the looks on the guys faces, especially Vinnie's. But when the white furred mouse wanted to say something, a huge wave appeared right behind Kiwi. It splashed right over her and she ended up on the land. "Woow."
"What the…", Modo started, but they already saw what was going on. A huge boat passed by, causing the big waves that made Kiwi end up on land like a stranded sea lion. Vinnie helped her up, noticing her bikini wasn't at the right spot anymore.
"Eh, sweetheart?", he asked. She looked at him and saw his blush. He pointed at her chest and she looked down.
"OH! I eh… Yeah… Thanks", she stuttered and turned around. Vinnie had a little smile on his lips.
"It's Greaspit in that ship, bro's", Throttle said, mounting his bike. That took Vinnie's attention.
"What is that oil leaking barrel up to?", Modo asked, putting on his helmet.
"I don't know, but if Limburger's behind it, you know it reeks", Vinnie said, revving his bike.
"Let's ride!", Throttle ordered. Kiwi quickly put on some clothes.
"Guys, wait, what…" but they were already gone. "...about me?", she finished.
They just left her. Alone. Shit. She needed to get out of here. Now. She quickly grabbed all the stuff and stumbled to the car. Leaving a cloud of dust behind her, she drove towards the main road, but when she looked at the water out of her window, she saw the ship was heading straight for the land. She stopped and looked closer. Was that Modo on the ship? But… A loud crash, an explosion and the ship ended up on land. Kiwi's heart missed a beat. No. MODO! She heard Vinnie and Throttle yelling and saw them driving to him. She jumped out of her car and also ran towards them, but she was still so far away.
Vinnie and Throttle jumped off their bikes.
"Modo! Get out of that glue!", Throttle yelled, his voice urgent.
"Hussle bro, it's crime slime!", Vinnie screamed, but Modo was lying on his belly, reaching for his bike. Kiwi was running as fast as she could, but she wasn't fast enough. The sound of a helicopter made her stop and she stared in horror when a hook grabbed Modo's bike and lifted it up in to the air.
"Not your bike any longer… I believe it's now mine…", she heard Limburger's voice. No. How could he do that to Modo?
"And you two are… jailed gerbils…"
Kiwi saw a huge box coming out of the ground, trapping Vinnie and Throttle. Shit. She needed to do something! She was standing on top of a hill, still way too far away from them. But she couldn't just stand here. She had to try. So, she started the trip down.

Meanwhile, Vinnie lit a flair and tried to cut open the box.
"It's no good. It's Plutarkian steel! Man, what a time to be caught without a can opener…"
"I'm worried about Modo, he was not looking too good…", Throttle sighed. Then he raised his voice. "Modo! Speak to me, big fella!"
Outside, Modo was lying on the ground. He vaguely heard his bro's calling for him. The blue glue sticked at him and made him weak. It burned his skin. It gave him a huge, pounding headache. His muscles were sore. His one eye burned. But he couldn't give up.
"My bro's… my bike…", he whispered, trying to get up.

In the box, Throttle and Vinnie were pricking their ears if they heard any sign of their bro. But suddenly…
"Hey. Is it just the economy or is housing getting tighter around here?", Vinnie asked. But it wasn't the economy. Two walls were coming closer at them.
Vinnie tried to push back one wall and Throttle the other. Their tails were lashing because of the strength they used. But it was no use.
"We've gotta stop this thing… or we gonna be two old mice patty...", Throttle breathed, pushing with his shoulder.
"...special sauced…", Vinnie growled.
"... leather's cheesed…"
"NO CHEESE, NO CHEESE! I hate cheese!" Vinnie's tail lashed through the air.
"MODO!" they yelled in unison.

Outside, Modo heard them and he slowly got up. He looked at the box and saw what was happening.
"No… my bro's…" and saw Karbunkle in the bushes with the controls. He crawled over to him and he punched him on the side of his ugly face. The weird doctor flew away and crashed against a tree. He quickly scrambled to his feet and ran away. Modo let him go. He needed to save his bro's.
"Nobody… hurts… my bro's…" and with all the strength he had left, he smashed the machine.
That was the final push. Modo collapsed on the ground, his eyes closed. At that point, Kiwi stumbled out of the bushes.
"Modo! Modo! Modo, are you alright?", she asked worried, kneeling next to him. Modo moaned, but his eyes remained closed. Shit. This was not good!
She heard loud noises and she looked behind her. She saw Vinnie and Throttle fight themselves out of the box.
"GUYS! Modo is in bad shape! We need to hurry!"
Vinnie and Modo ran over to her.
"We need to clean him, as soon as possible! But how do we get him home?", Kiwi asked, not knowing how to move this big body, who was now dead weight since he was unconscious. Throttle whistled between his teeth and his bike stopped next to him. He pushed a button and a rope came out of the front. He whirled it around his big bro and with help of his bike and Vinnie, he placed him on his bike. Then, the tan furred mouse took place before him and whirled his tail around him.
"Pfew, he sure is heavy. When he is awake, we need to tell him he needs to lose some weight", Vinnie said smiling, but his voice gave away his worry.
"Let's ride, Vin. Kiwi, go get your car and meet us home. Be quick!"
Kiwi was standing there, feeling useless again. By the time she was gonna be at her car again, the mice would already be home. She wanted to help them, in fact, they needed her help. She knew where to find the first aid kit. FUCK. She made a decision, took a deep breath and jumped behind Vinnie on his bike.
"Sweetheart, what the…" but she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face against his back.
"Getting my car takes too much time. No go, before I change my mind." The mice did what she said and sped away. Kiwi was having difficulty with breathing and her heart was racing, but she needed to hang on. For Modo. For his bro's.
Thank god, the mice knew how to ride fast and before she even knew it, it was over. She jumped off the bike, breathing heavily, but she didn't stop. She needed to keep going.
"Carry him to his bed, I will grab some stuff to get off the glue", she ordered.
The mice obeyed. When Kiwi ran into the guesthouse, Modo was already lying on his bed.
"Take off his clothes", she said, grabbing one booth.
Vinnie opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw the look on Throttle's face, he closed it again. No time for jokes. So, he grabbed the other booth and after a few minutes, Modo was almost naked. But that wasn't the point now. Kiwi grabbed the alcohol and poured it over his body. She rubbed a spot with a towel. Yes. It worked, just like she had hoped. She threw towels to the other two mice.
"Rub him till everything is gone", she ordered and they did.
Finally, when Kiwi was rubbing Modo's cheek, she sighed.
"That's the last of the glue… but he is pretty weak…"
Modo moaned, but suddenly, his eye flew open.
"My bike!", he yelled and he jerked upright. Vinnie and Throttle tried to hold him.
"This is weak?", Vinnie asked, with his hands on Modo's shoulders, trying to push him down on the bed again.
"Wow, hey, easy big fella!", Throttle said, also fighting to hold Modo on his place.
Modo's hand grabbed Vinnie by the waist and threw him into the air. The white furred mouse quickly grabbed the lamb and avoided with this to fall down again. Or to crush his head against the ceiling.
"He is delirious, hold him!", Kiwi demanded, coming closer.
Modo grabbed Throttle's arm and threw him against the wall. Kiwi cupped his head in her hands.
"Modo! Modo, listen to me. It's gonna be alright. You are gonna be fine, but you have to rest…"
That worked. Modo stared at her.
"But my bike… Limburger got my bike…"
Vinnie landed next to the bed.
"We'll get it back, bro", he said determined.
"You promise?", Modo asked weak.
Throttle crossed his fingers.
"Bikers honour."
Modo grabbed both Vinnie and Throttle by their arm and looked at them, gratitude in his eye. But then, he fell back on the pillow, moaning.
"You poor big lug… what has that reeking stinkface done to you…", Kiwi lay a hand on his forehead.
Vinnie looked at Modo and then back at Throttle.
"So, what are we waiting for? Let's go dice the big cheese and get Modo's ride back!", he said, his voice low and soft. And angry.
Throttle shook his head.
"No, Limburger would be expecting that. I'm sure he's got a full squad of wrench heads on guard. Without Modo, we've lost a key player… We've gotta buy us some time..."
"That stinking cheese ball better not hurt my bike…", Modo mumbled.
Throttle smiled.
"Hey hey hey, big fella. Your bike can take care of herself…"
"Yeah, one thing's for sure… she ain't being a model prisoner…", Vinnie chuckled.

"My fellow citizens. As you know, an unexplained toxic spill is even now contaminating one of our fairest beautiful parklands."
The mice were standing on the roof of a building and looked down at Limburger, who was talking to the press and people who were interested.
"Unexplained, huh?", Throttle said, rolling his eyes.
"I like to unexplain his…", Vinnie said annoyed, crossing his arms before his chest.
"As you know, I have always had… special plans for this city…", Limburger said with a smile.
"Yeah, to turn into a giant krater…", Modo growled, doing his best to stand up straight. He was still weak, but had insisted to come with his bro's.
"And so, in the interest of the public good, I now volunteer the Limburger Toxic Clean Up Cooperation to take care of this tragic spill…"|
The people cheered at him.
"Of course, it will require a great deal of expensive digging, but I am prepared to pay for that. It would be a tragedy to put Chicago in the… hole…" and he chuckled. Kiwi was right. Limburger was a hero to this city, in the eyes of the citizens. Everybody was cheering at him. God, if only they knew…
Big digging machines drove out LP and were guided by, no surprise, Greasepit.
"We gotta stop him…", Throttle said.
"And get my bike back", Modo moaned, holding his stomach.
"We need a plan. Let's go back to Kiwi and think about one. And fast."

Kiwi had a thoughtful frown on her face. The mice had told her what Limburger's plans were. They needed to stop him. But how? She looked around the garage and suddenly, her gaze fell on the canister with the gas. Hmmm…
"I've got a idea guys. But it's dangerous…"
Vinnie immediately stood next to her.
"Dangerous? As in… life threatening?"
Kiwi nodded. "Yeah… And we need a volunteer for this… dangerous plan…" She winked at Throttle and Modo.
Vinnie was bouncing on his feet.
"Me! Pick me!"
"Alright. Listen up. We need to attach the canister to your bike. Then, you drive straight into the building, letting out the gas. When everybody's asleep, Throttle and Modo have a free ticket into the building to get Modo's ride back. After that, you guys can do what you do best; save the planet."
"But Limburger isn't taking any chances. We never saw that many goons with blazers standing outside…", Throttle said slowly.
"That's why it's dangerous, right?", Kiwi winked.
"It might be a catastrophe…", Vinnie whispered dramatically. But then a grin almost split his face in half.
"That's why I love it!", he cheered.
Modo and Throttle stared at him.
"He's a wild man…", Modo said.
"How has he lived this long?", Throttle wondered.
"Well, if this goes wrong, he won't live much longer", Kiwi answered.
Vinnie was already busy with attaching the canister to his bike. When he was ready, he put on his helmet.
"Ready bro's! Let's ROCK…"
"...and RIDE!"
"Good luck, guys…", Kiwi whispered when she watched them go.

The mice stopped close by LP. Vinnie watched the surrounding and did a quick count.
"Hmmm… more than a hundred goons with blasters, lasers coming out of the building…" and he rubbed his chin. Then he smiled arrogant.
"Fair odds. Let's do this. See you on the other side, bro's!" and he revved his bike. His bro's watched him go, feeling a little bit worried. But they knew he had good chance of success. His bike was the fastest, he had the best bike skills and the most important thing; he had absolutely no problem with putting his life on the line.
Vinnie drove straight towards LP.
"Let's shift into third", he smiled and fired his jets. He needed to be fast as possible, so he pushed his bike to the limits. The goons heard him coming and opened fire. But Vinnie was so fast, they couldn't hit him. Vinnie hit the accelerator and crashed through the window on the ground floor. He pushed a button on his bike and the gas came out the canister.
"AAAOOWW, eat my dust, sweetheart!" and he drove through the whole building, leaving a trail of sleeping goons. He drove up to the roof and hit the brakes.
"Yes!", he cheered. He looked down. "Now it's up to Throttle and Modo."

Throttle was driving towards LP, watching the destruction Vinnie had made. He smiled and shook his head.
"You know he's loving this."
"Come on, Throttle, kick it. My bike's in there!" Modo was sitting behind him and had no patience at this moment. He just needed his bike back.
Throttle chuckled and drove into the building, straight to the lab. When they burst inside, Limburger and Karbunkle opened fire. Throttle did everything he could do avoid it, but they needed to get cover. So, they jumped both off Throttle's bike and hid behind a desk.
"Well, we're not exactly in control of this situation, are we? Somehow, we've gotta find a way to take this freaks out…" Throttle rubbed his chin.
"Not us", Modo said. Throttle stared at him in confusion.
"What do ya mean?"
"This ain't our fight", and he raised his arm. He shot the chains that were holding his bike.
"Go get them, Lil' Hoss!", he ordered an his bike beeped and revved her engine. She drove straight towards Limburger and Karbunkle and opened fire. The two villains flew out of the window.
Modo jumped on her seat and hugged her.
"Hahaha, that's my bike. Can she whip tail, or what?"
"Yeah, she's the best", Throttle smiled. "But we still gotta do something about Greasepit and that toxic glue…"
Modo's bike started beeping and flashing her headlight.
"Hey! She is trying to tell us something."
Throttle sighed and crossed his arms before his chest. "Oh, come on…"
"Hey, I know my bike. What your saying, darling?", Modo asked, stepping off her seat. The bike beeped and aimed her headlight on a glass filled with orange powder.
Throttle grabbed it.
"Well, I'll be darned…"
"Told ya", Modo said, patting his bike.

Once outside, Vinnie joined them. They shot ropes and the hooks clamped to Limburger Tower.
"Time to save the park, bro's. And just to keep Limburger too busy to stop us…" they revved their bikes and drove away.
"Let's yank…"
"... and crank!"
Because of the force, three big pieces of the wall from the ground floor came loose. That was enough to make the whole tower collapse, right over Limburger, who was still lying in the fontain where he landed after they were blown out of the lab.

When the mice arrived at the park, they fired their jets and flew over it, while throwing down the orange powder. The wind helped them with spreading it and when the powder made contact with the toxic glue, it melted away.
They landed a few meters away and stopped. Throttle looked over his shoulder.
"So, hey… Are we good, or what?"
"The best! Always have been. Always will be!", Vinnie immediately agreed.
Modo was still patting and hugging his bike.
"You did good, bike. You did real good."
Throttle revved his bike and popped a wheelie.
"Come on, bro's, time to go home. Let's ROCK…"
"... and RIDE!"

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