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Chapter twelve
"Woow… remind me to never get Modo really mad at me…", Vinnie breathed, while throwing a doll that looked just like him on the floor of the garage.
There was a huge hole in the chest, caused by Modo's armcannon. To make it look like Modo really had switched sides and was loyal to Limburger now, Kiwi came up with the idea to make dolls that looked like Vinnie and Throttle. She just knew Limburger wanted them death and that he was gonna ask Modo to make sure nobody was gonna interfere with his newest scheme. She knew him too well. When the dolls drove past LP on the bikes, Modo had shot them.
"Yeah well, just as long Limburger bought it", Throttle answered, looking at the dolls. Kiwi joined them and stared at the damaged look alikes.
"Woow is right…", she sighed.
At that point, Modo drove inside on his bike. He pulled off his helmet. Kiwi walked over to him.
"And? How did it go?"
"Well… he bought it. But he's not taking any changes. I need to work for him at least a month, before I'll get the arm… And he still doesn't trust me enough to tell me his plans."
Kiwi thought about it for a moment, but then shrugged.
"Guess that shouldn't be that much of a surprise. You guys obviously have a history. So, now what?"
Modo stared at his hands and sighed.
"He is having a masked ball tonight… You know, for the important people who needs to decide if they gonna accept his offer..."
Kiwi studied his face. He looked very unhappy about all this. But she couldn't blame him. To obey orders from your biggest enemy… well, she could only imagine how hard that must be.
"So, you gonna need a suit then", she smiled at him. He looked up and a blush was clearly visible.
"Yeah… and ehm… Limburger agreed to bring someone with me… So ehm.. You wanna be my escort tonight?", he stuttered.
Kiwi's eyes grew big. She immediately looked at Vinnie, who looked very… tense, but he said nothing. She looked back at Modo, who suddenly realized what was happening.
"OH! No, not like a date! Just to be my partner in crime, Kiwi ma'am", he quickly said.
Kiwi felt a hint of rejection and relief at the same time. She gave herself a mental shake, annoyed because she was always feeling so much at the same time and most of the time, it didn't even make sense to her. She smiled at Modo.
"I would love to. Let's get ready, big guy."
That night, a black limousine stopped before Limburger Plaza. The driver jumped out and quickly opened the door. Modo came out first, dressed in a suit and quickly offered his hand to someone. Kiwi took it and stepped out of the car. She was wearing a beautiful dress and her normally messy hair was now tamed and forced into a shiny bun on her head. Modo offered his arm and they both walked inside. Kiwi looked around and she had to admit, the place was looking good. It was still standing, at first. And the big hall on the ground floor was turned into the decor of a ballroom.
"It's beautiful…", she breathed, while looking up. A big discobal was hanging on the ceiling, curtains were used as decoration... Yep. It sure was a beautiful sight. Too bad it was a party hosted by Limburger. And that they were actually on a mission. Otherwise, she might have been able to have fun. But she needed to focus.
Meanwhile, on the roof across the street...
"Stay low, bro. We gotta be ready in case Modo and Kiwi needs backup", Throttle ordered.
Vinnie sighed and wrapped his arms around him because of the cold wind. Summer had left Chicago and winter was coming..
"You think he can handle this?", the white furred mouse asked his leader. Throttle smiled.
"Heey, he's been watching James Bomb movies all day. Hehehe, man, he's primed!"
Kiwi noticed a lot of girls were looking at Modo. She hid her smile. She couldn't really blame them. The mouse did look good in a suit, alright. And they had absolutely no idea that his big ears and tail were real. You gotta love a masked ball. They walked past the security, who asked for their name. Modo adjusted his bow and smiled.
"Mouse… Modo Mouse…"
The girls by the bar swooned and giggled, looking at Modo.
Kiwi shook her head. Who would have thought that the big guy would transform into a Prince Charming just because he was wearing a suit.
Suddenly, they were surrounded by goons, aiming their guns at their heads. Kiwi grabbed Modo's arm a little tighter, but rescue came out of a very surprising corner.
"My new assistent!"
Limburger joined the group and the goons quickly put away their guns.
"So kindly exchange him every courtesy", he ordered and the goons saluted. The guy from the security turned back to Modo.
"Very nice costume, sir. You actually look like a… mouse! Can I get you anything?"
Kiwi giggled, she just couldn't help it. Modo winked at her and looked arrogant at the guy.
"Yeah, rootbeer. Very cold, not shaken, not stirred. The same for the lady, please."
"Of course, sir. I will send your order to the bar. Enjoy the evening!" and he let Modo and Kiwi through.
"Wauw, Modo. I must say, I'm impressed. Real smooth, really", Kiwi smiled at him and Modo chuckled.
"It's the suit", he whispered in her ear. Kiwi laughed and they both grabbed a little hotdog that a ober offered to them.
"Wauw. A mouse could get used to this", Modo smiled.
On the roof
Vinnie and Throttle were watching their bro on a small screen. Kiwi had hacked into the camera system,, so they could watch everything closely. But Vinnie was clearly not amused.
"Ah man, he's making time while we freezing our tails off…", he complained, his fur bristled because of the cold. Suddenly, a dove landed on his head. Vinnie flapped his arms above his head to chase it away while a growl escaped his mouth.
"Shoo! Get off of me! Ugh! He's getting the women, while I get the wild life. Ohhh, this ain't right! I'm the cool one in the group!"
"Y-yeah, and getting c-c-cooler by the second", Throttle responded, still watching the screen closely. He was used to the complaining of Vinnie and tried to ignore it most of the time. He suddenly saw Greasepit on the screen, and by the looks of things, that oil dump had a plan.
Modo was just about to ask Kiwi for a dance, when he heard Throttle's voice in his earpiece.
"Modo, greasedump at three o'clock!"
The grey furred giant looked over his shoulder and saw Greasepit throwing something at him. He pushed Kiwi behind him and lifted up his mechanic arm. The object appeared to be Greasepit's bowler hat, but not just a normal head. The edge was sharp like a knife. But nothing could cut through Modo's mechanical hand. It just bumped away. Modo smiled.
"Steel fingers…"
All the girls that were standing by the bar fainted. Kiwi rolled her eyes. Honestly, these women… She looked at the ceiling again and saw a loose piece of fabric. She touched Modo's arm to get his attention and again, she noticed his fur also felt different. Apparently, even if the guys were the same species, their fur wasn't the same at all. She quickly shook her head and when Modo looked at her, she pointed up. Modo followed her finger and smiled. He grabbed the loose fabric and gave it a good jerk. The disco ball that was attached to it, came loose and landed right on Greasepit, knocking him out immediately.
"Well, that takes care of him", Kiwi laughed. Then she grew serious again.
"Okay, enough with the fun. We need to find out what Limburger's up to."
She dragged Modo with her to the closest hallway. They tried all the doors, but one was locked.
Kiwi was pulling on it, but it was no use.
"Dammit, just open, you stupid door!"
Modo shook his head with a smile. This girl sure had a temper, alright.
"Step aside, Kiwi ma'am. I have the key right here…" and he rolled up his sleeve. He used his armcannon to blow up the lock.
"Smooth… I like that in a mouse", Kiwi teased and walked inside of the room. They saw a scale model of Chicago.
"Look, there's Limburger's powerplant. And over here is the sewage treatment plant", Modo pointed out.
"Hmmm… This whole plan stinks… I just know he's up to something and it ain't in the benefit of the city. But what?", Kiwi mumbled while looking closely at the scale model. Ah. She saw a button and pushed it. A bright light above the scale model appeared. It's light got caught by the big panels of the power plant and reflected on the city. The buildings on the scale model melted and…
"That's it! Limburger is gonna melt down Chicago!", Kiwi called out.
"Yeah, and all the melted steel ends up in the sewage treatment plant, where Limburger can grab it and send it to Plutark!"
"So that's why he wanted the sewer…", Kiwi said slowly, looking at Modo. The latter looked back.
"He's gonna use it to steal Chicago's steel…"
"Very good, mister Mouse…"
The sound of Limburger's voice made them turn around. Limburger was standing in the door opening, with a army of goons and Greasepit.
"You've discovered my little plan… But I'm afraid your cleverness just cost you an arm… and your LIFE! Muawahaha!"
Kiwi and Modo looked at each other and then, Modo looked at his body.
"Guess this mouse won't be needing this monkey suit anymore…", and he ripped it off his body. He was wearing his usual attire under it.
Kiwi sighted and winked playfully at him.
"Too bad. You looked good."
"Oh, you really should remain in formal dress, dear boy. It's so suitable for the occasion. The occasion of your death!", Limburger threatened, but he fell silent when he heard engines in the distance. He closed his eyes and sighed.
An explosion made a huge hole in the wall and when he looked outside, he saw those other two bothersome biker mice. The two he had thought they were dead...
"Nobody is killing anybody today, cheeselips", Throttle said. "Because here comes the cavalry."
And he, Vinnie and Modo's bike drove inside.
"Yeeaaaaoowww, is this good timing, or what?", Vinnie cheered and gave Modo his helmet. Modo quickly put it on and jumped on his bike.
Limburger was furious.
"I thought those two mice had been vaporized!", he yelled in frustration.
"Yeah well, you can't believe anything you see, fish eyes!", Throttle laughed.
But at that point, Limburger ran away and the goons opened fire on them. Kiwi quickly grabbed a tray that was lying on the floor (how the hell did that came there?) and held it before her like a shield. She was on her way to hide behind a pillar when a laser fire hit the tray and bounced back. It hit Vinnie right on his ass and he yelped.
"Yiiiaaooww! Watch the merchandise, sweetheart…", he said while looking over his shoulder, slightly annoyed, but also with that teasing and arrogant smile of his. Kiwi smiled innocently with a blush on her cheeks and quickly hid behind a pillar. She could feel her breathing going faster. Easy Kiwi, easy… The mice will protect you and you are on the ground floor, so no falling down this time…
Meanwhile, the goons had grabbed their buggies and drove inside.
"Let's ROCK…"
"...and RIDE!"
Vinnie fired his lasers and blew a hole in the floor. One of the three buggies fell into the hole and exploded. Throttle and Modo joined him and blew everything up with their lasers. Normally, they would spend more time in chasing the goons, but the thing was… time wasn't really on their side.
"We need to follow the big cheese, guys, before the sun comes up", Throttle said and drove to the window.
Vinnie made a quick stop next to Kiwi.
"Get yourself into safety, sweetheart. You okay?", he asked, a worried look in his eyes.
She looked back at him and lay a hand on his arm. She noticed how familiar it felt touching him and that her body completely relaxed. What was this mouse doing to her? She didn't had a answer. But she realized he still was waiting for an answer. She smiled at him.
"I'm fine, Vin. Thanks… I will grab a cab home, no problem. Now go and safe the city, macho mouse."
Vinnie popped a wheelie and blew a hand kiss to her before following his bro's outside. He quickly catched up. They were following the purple limousine. Suddenly, the car sped forward using his jets. The mice also gained speed. But they couldn't catch up and the limousine drove inside the power plant.
"Uh oh… The big cheeeeese made it insiiiide…", Vinnie sang.
"Yeah, things could get starting to get little hot around here…", Throttle sighed, looking how the sun was coming up already. One panel reflected the heat and shot at the mice, hitting Vinnie's tail in the process.
"YIAUW! Ah man…", and he quickly grabbed his tail. He opened his visor and blew out the flame. "I hate tan lines…"
"Should've worn my sunscreen", Modo agreed.
The sun came up further and the panels turned.
"Uh oh… Hot newsflash bro's", and Throttle pointed at the panels.
"In about another ten seconds…", Modo rumbled.
"...Chitown is gonna be frytown!", Vinnie said with a dark voice.
"Let's ride…", and Throttle pumped a fist in the air, without noticing he was saying it wrong.
Modo and Vinnie looked at each other in confusion.
"... and rock?", they asked, smiling at their leader. Throttle shrugged with a little embarrassed smile on his face and they flew inside the building of the power plant.
They heard Limburger saying something about turning Chicago into a giant pizza and Throttle smiled.
"I would cancel that order, cheese face."
"Yeah, 'cause we're here to deliver our own specialty!", Vinnie cheered.
"Plutarkian pizza with extra stink cheese", Modo said, pointing at Limburger.
"In thirty seconds or less", Throttle nodded.
"Yeah, and you pay!", Vinnie finished and they revved their bikes.
Throttle crashed into Karbunkle, making the doctor fall on the floor. Modo jumped off his bike and landed on Limburger.
He grabbed him by the suit and looked at him with his eye glowing red, his nose almost touching Limburger's nose.
"Hey there, boss man. Time to discuss my resignation", he growled.
Throttle and Vinnie had surrounded Karbunkle, who was still lying on the floor. The black suitcase was lying next to him.
"Show's over, doc", Throttle said. "Just get up and come along quietly."
"Here", Vinnie said and offered his hand. "I'll give ya a hand…"
Karbunkle looked at the white furred mouse his hand and a smile appeared on his face.
"A hand? An excellent idea, you mutant moles… " and he reached into the suitcase. "But let me give you one instead…" and he jumped on his feet, with the shiny mechanical arm attached to his own. Vinnie looked at him in surprise, but before he could react… BAM. Karbunkle hit him right in the face and Vinnie flew off his bike. Throttle gritted his teeth, anger flamed up because someone was hurting his bro.
"Why, you…", he started, but Karbunkle fired at him with the cannon in the mechanical arm. It hit him right in the chest and he also fell on the floor, not able to move for now. Luckily, the laser didn't burn a hole in him, like Modo's armcannon did with the dolls. But it still hurted like hell.
"Yes! An impressive instrument, is it not?", Karbunkle cackled. Modo heard his voice and looked into his direction. When he saw the arm, his eye turned back to normal and a eager smile appeared on his face.
"Yes!", Limburger answered, still stuck in the claws of Modo. "And it's yours! All yours! All you have to do is release me."
Modo looked back at Limburger, almost in a trance. "Release.. you?", he asked slowly.
"Exactly!", Limburger answered. He had seen the eager look on the mouse his face and tried to make advantage of it. "Permit me to depart, and that spectaculair new arm is yours to possess."
"That new arm? For me?", Modo asked, looking at the arm again.
Vinnie and Throttle, both relatively unharmed, were watching the scene with a shocked look on their face. Vinnie got on his knees.
"No, big guy…", he started, but Throttle raised his hand to stop him. The tan furred mouse knew this had to be Modo's decision. Only he could make this decision. Him and him alone.
"That's right…", Limburger encouraged the grey furred giant. "Put me down, release me, and the arm is yours. What do you say…?"
Modo was silent for a moment and stared at the arm. But it suddenly dawned on him. What was he thinking? Taking something from the enemy, just for personal happiness? No way. That's just no who he was. His eye glowed red again and he gritted his teeth.
"What do I say? I say, I would give both my arms to get rid of a stinkfish like you!" and he threw Limburger away. The big fish screamed in fear, just like Karbunkle, since he got crashed under his big, stinking boss.
The doctor scrambled on his feet and fired with 'his' arm. But Modo dodged it and fired back. Of course, he hit his target and the cannon on Karbunkle's arm exploded. Karbunkle stared it for a moment, shock written on his face.
"You just can't beat the real thing", Modo smiled and he walked over to Karbunkle. "Now, for the final test."
He grabbed Karbunkle's arm with his and within seconds, he crushed it. The whole thing exploded and Karbunkle flew away, loud screaming. He bumped against Limburger and they both ran away, outside.
"That stinkin' cheese face is booking!", Modo yelled, but the explosion of the arm had caused real damage to the place. Flames and smoke filled the room.
"This place is going ballistic!", Vinnie warned and he pushed his bro's to the exit. But Modo suddenly stopped.
"You bro's keep going, I'll catch up!"
"Say WHAT?", Vinnie yelled. Even he wasn't that stupid.
"Come on, you can't stay here!", Throttle agreed with Vinnie.
"There's something I've gotta do!" and the grey furred giant disappeared into the flames.
"Modo!" Vinnie wanted to go after him, but Throttle grabbed his arm.
"Vincent, no! We gotta get outta here, come on! Get the bikes to safety!"
"But Modo…"
"Will be fine, Vincent. GO!"
Vinnie looked one more time into the direction Modo had disappeared, but decided to listen to Throttle. They both ran to their bikes and quickly drove outside. Modo's bike followed them.
When they were far enough, they turned their bikes and looked back at the building. They saw Modo standing on top of it, pushing the panels into another direction. The beam changed course, into the direction of LP.
They saw smoke coming up in the distance and smiled. Limburger had, again, some rebuilding to do.
Modo jumped down and joined his bro's. They jumped into the air, cheering and slamming their fists against each others.
They quickly mounted their bikes, and just when they drove away, the whole building exploded.
"AAAOOOWWW, I love a spectaculair ending!", Vinnie cheered, happy that his bro was safe and he always liked a big bang. The bigger, the better.
"You bet!", Throttle smiled, also relieved. "Saved the day…"
"And did it in style!", Modo smiled.
"We are the baddest mamma jammers in the universe!" Vinnie popped a wheelie.
"Let's ROCK…"
"...and RIDE!"
They found Kiwi on the couch, dressed back into her usual clothing. Her hair was also turned back into the messy ponytail the guys were familiar with.
"Hey guys, I assume you stopped the big cheese?", she asked, yawning. She had waited all night till the guys got back. She was exhausted, but so happy they were okay.
"Of course!", Vinnie bragged, grabbing a can of rootbeer.
Modo smiled at Kiwi.
"We made a pretty good team, Kiwi ma'am. Thanks for the assistance!" and he gave her a high five. Kiwi smiled at him.
"No problem, Mouse… Modo Mouse... " and she burst out into laughter. Everybody soon joined her. Oh momma. She was never gonna let him forget that.
Kiwi looked at them, how they were laughing and making fun of Modo. She felt a warm feeling inside. This was her family. And she loved it to see them like this. Like they didn't had a single care in the world. She suddenly felt a little sad again, but she quickly shook it off. Now was not the time. Now, it was time for laughter. For fun. For joy. They deserved it. But then, didn't they all?
A few weeks later...
Kiwi woke up from loud voices in the garden. And she knew the mice good enough to hear there was something wrong. She quickly got dressed and hasted downstairs. When she wanted to enter the garden, she immediately understood what was going on and a big smile almost split her face in half.
"SWEETHEART! What the hell is going on?", she heard a demanding voice, the moment she had appeared on the doorstep.
"Yeah, what in the world is this?", Throttle asked, also a little panicked.
Modo was just staring at the floor. Kiwi quickly put on some warm shoes and walked over to them. They were wearing the warm coat's she had bought for them. Even if they had a fur, the cold still bothered them. Vinnie, of course, at first immediately stated he wasn't gonna hide his studly body, but after a few days of driving in the cold wind, he had gave up.
"Easy, guys. Nothing is wrong. This…", but Vinnie interrupted her.
"Nothing's wrong? NOTHING'S WRONG?! Are you still sleeping, sweetheart? Everything is WHITE. So I say there IS something wrong!", and he looked wildly around him.
"It's snow, Vinnie."
He looked at her and narrowed his eyes. "Snow?"
"Snow." And she gave him a teasing smile.
Vinnie almost lost his patience, but Throttle lay a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.
"Chill, Vincent. What is snow, Kiwi?"
"Frozen rain. It's winter. And that means cold. And cold means snow!", and she clapped her hands excitedly.
"Why are you so happy about it, Kiwi ma'am?", Modo finally opened his mouth. Kiwi's smile even grew bigger.
"Because snow, Modo my friend, means FUN!"
She bent over and grabbed a handful of snow. She kneaded it to a ball and threw it full in Vinnie's face. The white furred mouse hadn't expect that at all, and he stumbled back, wiping off his face. He was about to say something, but he stared at his hands. The snow slowly melted into water. This stuff was weird alright. But harmless. Well, sorta… He narrowed his eyes at Kiwi, who was laughing so hard she almost fell on the floor. Payback time. He slowly walked closer to her and tackled her with his tail. She fell face forward into the snow.
"Who's laughing now, sweetheart?", Vinnie asked teasing, looking at her. Kiwi slowly lifted her head.
"You are so dead!"
And that was the beginning of the first snowball fight for the Biker Mice From Mars.
"YO! Throttle?", Vinnie yelled with a high voice. Throttle, who was busy with making his first snowball, looked up.
"Yeah, Vinnie…", but before he could say more, a huge snowball flew right in his face. He coughed and shook his head.
"HAHAHA! I just wanna warn you to duck!", Vinnie laughed. He looked at Kiwi, who was standing next to him. "I guess I should've told him sooner, huh?" and he winked at her. Kiwi shook her head, but her lips curled into a little smile.
"Oh, Vincent?", they suddenly heard and they both looked at Throttle.
The tan furred mouse had a huge snowball in his hands and Kiwi saw he was about to throw it. She quickly stepped aside. But when Throttle threw it, Vinnie dodged it easily. Unfortunately, because of that, it hit Modo on the back of his head and he fell face forward into his first self made snowman. He looked over his shoulder, a mischievous smile on his face. Oh boy. Kiwi slowly walked out of the line of fire. Right on time, because Modo threw a snowball almost as big as a skippyball. But again, Vinnie dodged it, laughing out loud.
"Haaahahaa, Vinnie the blur! You can't hit…" BAM. "...Vinnie?", he yelped to finish his sentence. Throttle had finally succeeded to hit the white furred mouse full in the face.
"Oh yeah?", Modo called out and jumped on top of his younger bro, tackling him.
"Eat this!", Kiwi yelled and jumped on top of them.
"Watch your back!" and Throttle also joined them.
Since Vinnie was standing on a small hill at the back of the garden, they slowly started to slide down. But soon, faster and faster and before they knew it, they crashed against the fence, laughing loud.
"Woow! Oh man, this snow stuff is dangerous!", Modo managed to squeeze out between laughing. Vinnie, who was lying on his belly, looked up at him.
"Yeaahh! Great, ain't it?" and they all laughed.
It was then they suddenly heard a strange noise. Throttle looked up and pricked his ears.
"You guys hear that too?", he asked, standing up. His bro's followed his example and they looked over the fence. There was a big park across the streets and where it first was filled with playing children…
"What the heck are those things?", Modo asked confused. They saw a whole army of… robots? Yeah, guess that's the most logical explanation. They all had tubes as arms and by the looks of things, they used it to suck up the snow.
Throttle sighed. "Hmmm, I don't know… But if you ask me, they look like mice munchers!"
The mice whistled between their teeth and the bikes stopped next to them.
"Let's ROCK…"
"... and RIDE!"
Kiwi tried to stop them. "Guys, wait! There is something you need to know…" but they were already gone. Kiwi sighed. "Well, guess you have to find out for yourselves then…"
The mice drove to the army of snowsuckers, but noticed the bikes had a pretty hard time riding in the snow.
"Is it just me, or is this snow stuff kinda… slippery?", Vinnie asked, trying to hold his bike under control.
"Yeah… But we can't go back, Vincent. We need to stop these bozo's", Throttle said. Modo activated his laser on his bike, to melt down the snow and clear the road.
"Okay, time to get on top of the situation", Vinnie smiled when his rear tire completely sank in the snow. He saw a big, metal sleigh lying in front of him, probably left behind when the childen had fleed from the snowsuckers.
"Let's rock… and slide!", he cheered and activated his jets. He jumped in the air and parked his bike on the sleigh. The sleigh flew forward, but it was hard for Vinnie to control it. He started spinning.
"Waaaoooowww, I can't get no, HAHAHA, extra attraction!", he sang, very off key and when he finally had some control, he joined his bro's.
They were now close enough and they all fired a rocket. The front row of the army exploded. But when they jumped over it to avoid they got caught into their own created explosion, Modo landed right on a frozen pond. He heard the ice cracking.
"Momma?", he squealed, right before he crashed through the ice.
Vinnie, who was still riding on his sleigh, tried to fire his laser at the snowsuckers, but again, he lost control and the sleigh started spinning again.
"WAAOOOWWW, this battle plan needs a liiiiiitle work!", he yelped.
Throttle jumped off a hill and landed straight on the snowsuckers. The good news was, it destroyed them. But Throttle flew into the air with his bike, completely out of control. He landed in a big pile of snow.
"Oempf! Hmmm… not quiet the finish I had in mind…"
He quickly mounted his bike again and drove, or maybe is slithered a better way to describe it, to his bro's. Vinnie had ditched the sleigh and was standing next to Modo, who was looking almost blue because of the cold water he had fell into.
"Well, I don't know where these machines came from… But it's time to chill them out!" and Throttle fired his biggest rockets. That worked. The ones that didn't explode, turned around and walked away.
"Yiiaaoooww, they're turning tail!", Vinnie cheered. Normally, he hated it when that happened. That usually meant the end of a fight. But with this snow stuff he had absolutely no control over his bike. That made the fight a lot less fun.
"Damn! I could've used the exercise to warm me back up!", Modo shivered.
"Don't worry, bro. If those machines came from Limburger, you can bet things will get plenty hot before long… In the meantime, we need to find a way to ride our bikes in the snow. Back to base!"
The next few days, they heard nothing from Limburger. That gave the mice enough time to prepare their bikes. Kiwi had the brilliant idea to turn the bikes into sleds. And it worked. So, now it was just waiting till Limburger was gonna make his move.
"Why don't we go buy a Christmas tree?", Kiwi suggested, to distract the mice. It was obvious they were getting tired of waiting. Especially Vinnie. So, to avoid her house, guest house or anything around here for that matter, were gonna suffer because of his impatience, she figured they needed a distraction.
"A what?", Vinnie asked while he was pacing through the living room. Modo and Throttle were sitting on the couch, their eyes following their younger bro. They looked calm, but the tips of their tails were twitching. A sign Kiwi had learned to recognize.
"A Christmas tree. Here on Earth, we celebrate Christmas. It's originally to celebrate the birth of Jesus and…", but she trailed off when she saw the looks on their faces. Vinnie had stopped his pacing.
"Ahum. Never mind. No need to tell you anything about Earth history. Christmas means a big tree which you can decorate with lights, balls… anything you like actually. And when it's Christmas, Santa will put presents underneath it...", she trailed off again.
The mice were still staring at her.
"Decorating a tree?", Vinnie asked, his eyes wide open. Then, his mouth curled into a arrogant smile. "Really, you Earthers are weird…"
"I think what Vinnie means is that we are happy to go buy a Christmas tree with ya, Kiwi ma'am", Modo quickly intervened when he saw the look on Kiwi's face. Vinnie was about to retort, but Throttle gave him a warning look.
"Yeah, sounds like fun, Kiwi", the tan furred mouse said.
Vinnie crossed his arms before his chest, clearly not amused. He was all hyped up, ready to fight, and now he needed to go buy a tree. Ugh. Throttle saw his annoyance and quickly came up with something, to avoid an argument. With Vinnie in this mood, it was the best to keep him as calm as possible. Not that he was scared of his younger bro, oh no... He just didn't want his bro to destroy the house.
"Okay, this is how we're gonna do it. Kiwi, you go by car. We will follow you on the bikes."
Kiwi nodded. "I'll see you guys there. It's next to the Wallmart, okay?" and she left the room.
Vinnie opened his mouth again, but Throttle cut him off.
"The last one there is a slimy stinkface!", he suddenly yelled. Vinnie cheered and ran to his bike. Modo smiled at Throttle.
"You just know him so well", he rumbled. Throttle smiled back.
"Yeah well, it ain't that hard, right? Let's go."
A few hours later, they were back with a huge tree and a pounding headache. This was definitely the last time they were gonna bring Vinnie with them when they were waiting for a fight, Throttle decided. It felt like he was babysitting his little sister again. Vinnie clearly hadn't enjoyed himself either. Everytime he had wanted to touch something, or when he came up with a idea, Throttle had told him not to. Ugh. Kiwi and Modo had the same exhausted look on their faces. But hey, they had a tree!
Modo, always on the front row to help, had set the tree in the corner of the living room. Kiwi had found the boxes filled with decorations. Modo helped her decorating it and took her note about using everything to decorate the tree way too serious. He was now standing on a small ladder, putting a rocket on top of the tree. Kiwi giggled while looking at him. This was for sure the weirdest Christmas tree she ever had. But she didn't care. As long as the mice were here, she was fine with everything. Well, almost everything. The weather outside was bad. It had changed all of a sudden while they were shopping. Luckily, they had made it home safely.
Vinnie was looking outside.
"Man, I heard this song on the radio about dreaming of a white Christmas, but this is more like a nightmare…", he sighed.
Throttle, who was lying on the couch to control his headache, also sighed. If Vinnie didn't stop his complaining now, then… But it was the radio who came to rescue.
"With no food, heat or running water, things look bad for the Orphan Shelter of Chicago. The emergency services cannot reach them because of snow blocking the way. All any of us can do now, is pray for a miracle", the newscaster sighed.
The mice looked at each other and they quickly ran to their bikes.
"That's us!", Modo said.
"Yiiaaooww, miracles incorporated", Vinnie cheered happily.
"Neither hail…", Throttle started.
"...nor snow…", Modo continued, putting on his helmet.
"... nor Plutarkian stinkfish…", Vinnie growled, mounting his bike.
"... will stop the Biker Mice from saving those kids. Let's ROCK…"
"...and RIDE!"
Kiwi watched them go, a warm feeling inside of her.
"They truly are heroes", she whispered.
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