Chapter fourteen

Loud music. Heavy metal. Speakers at full force. The bikes almost shaking because of the heavy bass. A crash through a wall. Three mice cheering loudly. Shrieking brakes when they stopped and turned their bikes.
"Aha! I just knew if we followed that grease trail it would lead us to Limburgers next scheme!", Throttle laughed, while opening his visor.
Before them Greasepit and his goons were looking back. Behind them, machines busy with printing something.
"No wonder he couldn't afford to buy up all of Chicago, he prints his own money!", Modo said when he realised where he was looking at.
"Weeeeell, then I guess it's time we put a little kink in his cash flow", Vinnie said happily.
"Let's spread around some of Limburger's cash, huh boys?" and they all fired their laser at the big pile of fresh printed money. It exploded and money rained down on them. The mice grabbed it, Modo and Vinnie singing something about having enough money it takes to whip some tail.
"Wow, wow, wow hey, would you save the harmonizing for later?", Throttle shook his head with a smile, looking at his bro's that were both having their arms full with money.
"Well, If you don't like our tune…", Modo said, looking back at Throttle.
"How about some sweet Georgie Brown?" and Vinnie turned up the volume from his speakers again. "Oh hey! They're playing our song!"
They revved their bikes and drove straight towards the group of goons. They fired back, but had no chance at all. The mice just rocked their socks off. A few of them landed on big piles of fake money. The mice stopped and Vinnie smiled.
"Wooow, talk about your golden parachute!"
"Yeah, they're rolling in it now!", Modo rumbled, while looking at the goons lying between the bills.
"You know, you boys really should start thinking about a more… honest future", Throttle said, while the mice stepped off their bikes and walked closer to the goons, their guns aimed on them. What they didn't noticed though, was that they were standing close by a press machine and that Greasepit switched the handle to put it on. Their tails got stuck between the lats of the production trail.
"Auw!", Vinnie yelped, while looking what was holding his precious tail.
"I would worry more about yous own future, biker babies… Looks like I got yous tails stuck in a mousetrap", Greasepit chuckled.
Vinnie looked over his shoulder, a angry look on his face and his gun aimed at Greasepit.
"You got tigers by the tail, oilbreath!"
"Let us go, or…"
"...you're gonna be a smoking grease stain on the floor!", Throttle finished, but when he wanted to shoot at Greasepit, a laser shot his gun out of his hand. The same happened to Vinnie. They looked back and saw the goons that were lying on the floor had shot the weapons out of their hands and out of their reach.
Greasepit laughed.
"What's the matter, biker bunnies? Don't yous wanna see your face on money, along with the rest of ya…", he said with a low voice, pulling another handle. The production trail came into movement again and the mice got dragged with it, straight towards the big press.
The mice tried to pull their tails loose, but it was no use. It was too painful.
"Talk about being pressed for cash", Throttle sighed, looking behind him.
"Ah man, I always wanted to make a million bucks…", Vinnie growled, still pulling his tail.
"Yeah, but not on a mouse skin!", Modo breathed.
"We've gotta stop those presses, bro's!" Throttle looked wildly around him, searching for a way to escape this horrible faith. He suddenly saw big drums standing on a plateau, close by the press machine. "Modo, shoot that drum!"
Modo did what his leader and good friend said. He raised his arm and shot the drum that was standing closest. It fell down, right into the press machine. Because of the pressure, the drum exploded and the ink that was inside of it, splattered around.
Greasepit got the full hit and when he fell down his hand, that was still holding the handle, pushed it down. The machine stopped and the mice could finally release their tails.
Vinnie quickly grabbed his tail and rubbed the tip.
"Sometimes this job just ain't fun", he pouted. But no time for whining. The goons opened fire on them.
"Let's grab them, bro's", Throttle ordered. Modo raised his armcannon again and shot at barrels filled with, apparently, flammable liquid. It gave a huge explosion and most of the goons ran away.
"Didn't your momma's never tell you not to play with fire?", Modo smiled, but didn't wait for a answer. The whole building was about to explode and the mice quickly jumped on their bikes and fled the scene. Right on time, because when they were outside, the whole building exploded.
"Wow! Talk about your money going up in smoke!", Modo laughed.
"Looks like the big cheese just got financially burned", Vinnie smiled.
"Yeah, that outta stop him from buying up the planet for a while", Throttle agreed.
"Hey, bro's! We got a fire over here that requires a bit of our attention!", Modo intervened, pointing at the building. Luckily, out of safety measures, a big water tank was standing on the building. The mice shot it and the water extinguished the fire.
"Let's ride, bro's!" and they drove away. Vinnie put on the radio again.
"Oh, hey! Metallica! My favorite heavy metal music makers!"
"Yeah, now that's music to whip tail by!", Throttle agreed.
"Yeah, Plutarkian tail! Geez, I wonder if Limburger's gonna be mad at us", Modo smiled, grabbing a burning dollar biljet out of the sky.

They picked up Kiwi at home for a drive to the lake, to celebrate this victory. Even it was too cold to swim, they could build a small fire and roast hotdogs. But the mice were still hyped up from their victory and that always came with loud music. Kiwi was sitting behind Vinnie, holding him tightly. Luckily, her helmet muted the music a little, but it was still loud.
"HAHA, we've nailed the big cheese good today!", Modo yelled over the music.
"Yep, let's go celebrate, mouse style!", Throttle yelled back.
"Aaaooww, hotdogs…", Vinnie started.
"...and heavy metal!"
"Rootbeer…"
"...and ROCK AND ROLL!", Vinnie cheered.
"Oh man, it just isn't gonna get better than this!", Throttle sighed, feeling very satisfied.
Vinnie howled and hit the accelerator. Kiwi's eyes grew big when she saw he was speeding straight towards a car. She tightened her grip. Vinnie used the car as a ramp and they flew into the air. He fired his jets and made two somersaults.
"AAOOOW!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHH", Kiwi screamed at the same time. She flew off his bike, but before something could happen, Vinnie's tail wrapped around her waist and he pulled her back on his bike. When he landed, not that smooth, she slammed with her head against his back.
"VINCENT VAN WHAM! DO YOU HAVE A DEATHWISH!?", she screamed furious.
Vinnie looked over his shoulder, still a smile on his face. That stupid, arrogant smile of his. But also so charming… Kiwi shook her head and punched him on the back.
"Sorry, doll. Maybe I slightly forgot that you were sitting behind me…", he snickered.
Kiwi tried to calm down. She wasn't scared of riding a bike anymore, but these kinda stunts still took her breath away.
"Just… warn me next time, okay?", she yelled, still agitated.
"Sure thing, sweetheart."
They drove further, Kiwi still a little bit upset. But she felt her lips wanted to curl into a smile. She fighted to stop it. What if that loudmouth would see it? Then she never was safe on his bike again. But she just couldn't stop it. Her lower lip started to tremble and she burst out in laughter. Vinnie looked over his shoulder again, a surprised look on his face.
"Sweetheart, you okay?", he asked with confusion in his voice.
But Kiwi couldn't stop laughing. Throttle and Modo also looked at her, clearly loss at what was wrong with her.
"She lost it. She finally lost it. It's official, bro's. Living with us can drive someone mad", Throttle snickered.
Kiwi held up hear hand and tried to say something, but she couldn't. The mice had never heard her laugh this hard. It was contagious, really. They soon laughed with her, even if they still had no idea why she was laughing so hard.
Kiwi slowly calmed down a little.
"Okay, I'm calm again… I'm calm... ", she breathed, tears in her eyes, but still with a big grin.
Vinnie squeezed his tail that was still wrapped around her waist.
"Care to tell us what's so funny, doll?"
"I just… I dunno. Sometimes I realize how my life looks like now, that I'm riding on a bike with three big alien mice, who are fighting a war with a big, walking and talking fish… and then you do stunts like that and I just… It's ridiculous, okay? My life has never been this ridiculous, but I also never felt more happy. Does this even make any sense?"
"Yeah, I guess…", Vinnie said slowly, his brains working overtime to understand the complicated mind of the woman that was sitting behind him.
"Anyway… How long have you guys been in heavy metal?", Kiwi asked, to change the subject.
"Always have been. And always will be", Vinnie quickly answered.
"Except for that one time…", Throttle suddenly remembered.
"Yeah… some lousy creep almost spoiled it for us…", Modo joined him, also remembering. How could he forget?
Kiwi looked curious at Throttle.
"His name was Hard Rock. Oh man, that rocker had one bad attitude. He tore up a lot of territory on Mars during the Plutarkian war. Hurt a lot of innocent folks. We always swore, if we ever meet him again, oh man, we will strip the strings of his guitar…"
"For keeps…", Vinnie said with a dangerously low voice.
The threat that was hidden in it, gave Kiwi goosebumps. She knew the mice were the good guys. They were fighting this war, trying to keep as many innocent people safe, trying to avoid they need to kill someone… But she never heard them talking this angry, this hateful about someone. This Hard Rock guy probably should be happy he was an another planet right now.

Suddenly, a purple car flew out of a side street right before them.
"What the...", Vinnie breathed, hitting the brakes immediately, just like his bro's. So did the car, but a crash was unavoidable. The bikes slammed against the side of the car and the mice and Kiwi flew off. They crashed into a wall of an alley and fell down on the ground. Vinnie immediately pushed himself up and crawled to Kiwi.
"Sweetheart, are you alright?", he asked, panic in his voice. He knew his bro's could take a beating, but Kiwi was way more fragile.
Kiwi slowly lifted her head and after a quick examination, she nodded. But before anyone could say anything more, a shadow fell over them. They all looked up and the mouths of the mice fell open. Kiwi just stared at the guy. A guy with a green skin, punky orange hair, a long purple, leather jacket… this guy was obvious not from around here. And with here she meant Earth. He grabbed her arm and dragged her with him. Kiwi, still dazed from the hit, didn't had the strength to struggle.
"No… it can't be…", Modo breathed.
"It's Hard Rock!", Throttle called out.
"And he's got Kiwi", Vinnie growled. A rare feeling of hatred flooded through his veins suddenly.
Nobody. Touched. Kiwi.
He jumped at his feet, but before he could do something, they were surrounded by Limburger's goons.
"Yeah… and we got trouble…", Modo said slowly.
"Modo, get Kiwi! Vinnie and I will handle this newcomers", and he whistled for his bike.
Modo ran away and Vinnie looked at Throttle, not sure why he'd send Modo to rescue Kiwi. But no time to argue now. He tried to ignore his anger and also whistled. Their bikes, damaged but still able to ride, drove towards them. Before the goons could stop them, Throttle and Vinnie jumped on their bikes and drove away. The goons followed them, firing at them. Throttle and Vinnie jumped in the air and while they were up, they turned their bikes and landed backwards. They hit the accelerator and drove straight towards the goons. Since the bikes were already damaged, they jumped off and wrapped their tails around a streetlight. The bikes crashed against the buggies and the goons flew out. Vinnie and Throttle, still hanging on the streetlight, smiled at each other.

Meanwhile, Modo was trying to grab Kiwi. She was standing next to Hard Rock, shivering like a child. Modo raised his arm cannon, but suddenly goons showed up behind him. Hard Rock grabbed his guitar and aimed at Modo. Modo's eyes grew big and he quickly ran away. The laser that came out of Hard Rock's guitar followed him, making some sort of pit in the asphalt. The buggies crashed into it and Hard Rock stopped his fire. Modo was lying on the floor, just an inch away from the chaos, breathing heavily. He quickly jumped on his feet again and his bro's joined him. Vinnie threw a flair into the pit and the buggies exploded. Hard Rock grabbed Kiwi and dragged her with him again. But when the smoke slowly faded, Kiwi could see the mice standing close by, without their helmets. And she had never seen them this angry. But she couldn't blame them. Jesus, they were just telling her about this guy and suddenly, he popped up. What are the odds of that? And this guy had a big part in destroying their home. They had every right to be mad.
Vinnie was about to attack Hard Rock, but Throttle stopped him.
"I'll handle this, Vin. Just give me back up, okay?"
"No way. He has Kiwi. He destroyed half of our planet…", Vinnie growled, his tail lashing.
Throttle lay a hand on the shoulder of his younger bro.
"Easy Vin. I said, I will handle this. Stay here", but when Vinnie opened his mouth again, he gave him a warning look.
"Vincent, enough. Stand down. I will handle this."
Vinnie heard the low voice of his leader and he knew he had no other choice than to obey. But man, he was angry.
Throttle looked at him one more time before he turned around. He did a few steps forward, his gun in his hand.
"Alright, Hard Rock. It's just you and me now. One on one. So let the lady go…"
Kiwi felt a shiver crawling through her spine by hearing his voice. She looked at Hard Rock, but he didn't looked impressed. He looked kinda… sad actually. She frowned in confusion. Her frown got deeper when he let her go without a fight. She quickly ran away, straight to Vinnie. He catched her in his arms and held her tightly, while looking at Throttle and Hard Rock with his chin resting on her heard. What was going on here…
Hard Rock did a few steps forward and the mice tensed. But he took off his guitar and set it against the wall.
"There. Happy now? Or should I raise me hands too?" and he did what he asked.
Throttle was studying his face, not sure what to think of this.
"What are you up to?"
"Yeah… We were gonna watch him take you down… Or I would…", Vinnie growled, still angry and still with a very upset Kiwi in his arms.
"Yeah, no fun if you surrender…", Modo said, his voice low, his eye glowing red.
Hard Rock smiled and put down his hands.
"You know, I get the impression you folks don't like me…"
"Don't like you? DON'T LIKE YOU? What did you expect, you fucking moron, a welcome reception? Well, I will give you one you will nev…" Vinnie started, but Modo stopped him.
"You destroyed half our planet…", Throttle said, pointing his gun at Hard Rock.
"Don't you remember us?", Modo asked.
Hard Rock shrugged.
"I've destroyed a lot of places. To many to remember. But that was then. This is now. That's not my gig anymore…"
"What are you saying? You gone straight?", Throttle asked, disbelief written on his face.
"That's right. You see, I met this wonderful girl. Darla her name is. She changed me. For her sake, I'm no evil no more... "
Throttle rubbed his chin, but Vinnie was still very angry.
"Come on! What a load of bullshit! At least have the balls to be honest and fight like a man against a mouse, instead of just standing there, telling fairy tales!"
Kiwi, who was now standing next to him, lay a hand on his arm. Vinnie looked at her, but she was studying Hard Rock's face.
"I don't know... ", Modo said slowly, also looking closely at Hard Rock.
"Yeah… Limburger didn't believe it either. He brought me here, told me to destroy you. I pretended I would, but I was actually coming to warn you of his plans!", Hard Rock said, pointing his finger at Vinnie, who glared back, teeth gritted.
"Now just a minute!", Throttle quickly intervened. "You crashed into us!"
"A accident. I apologize…"
"You grabbed Kiwi…", Vinnie growled angrily, his tail lashing. The only reason he didn't attack the guy was because of Kiwi's hand that was still lying on his arm.
"I was trying to get her to safety."
"And you shot at me…", Modo said, hands on his hips.
"I had to make you move faster, otherwise those four wheelers would've landed on you."
"You had Limburger's goons with ya…", Throttle added.
"I didn't know. Limburger must have them follow me…"
"Well, that's an interesting story, Hard Rock. But there's just one little problem…", Throttle said slowly.
Kiwi felt Vinnie tens, she saw Modo was about to raise his armcannon.
"I don't buy it!", Throttle spit out and raised his gun.
"Yeah, why should we believe you?", Modo asked, raising his armcannon. Vinnie was also aiming his gun, his finger already on the trigger. But Kiwi stopped them all, with only a few words.
"He's telling the truth."
Everybody looked at her, shock on their faces.
"What are you talking about, sweetheart?", Vinnie asked, completely mind blown.
"I can tell. I can see it in his eyes. Let's just say, I'm good at reading people. And I can assure you, he's telling the truth."
Vinnie looked her in the eye and she looked back, determination on her face. Then, she looked at Throttle.
"Sometimes people do change. I'm not saying you need to forgive him for what he did to your planet, but right now, he is no danger to all of us."
Hard Rock nodded at her. She narrowed her eyes, but nodded back.
Vinnie looked at Hard Rock, but the hatred was gone. He still didn't like the guy, but… If Kiwi was right, if he was indeed telling the truth... That meant he had tried to protect Kiwi. That gave him at least one point or so…
Throttle sighed. He lowered his gun. Modo did the same.
"Alright. Let's give you the benefit of the doubt. But that doesn't mean I trust you now. I trust Kiwi. And I trust her judgement. But I still want you gone…"
"Believe me, I do too… Darla must be worried sick about me. I need to get back to her."
Vinnie nodded.
"Fine. We want you off our planet, you want to get back to Darla. Same goal, different reasons."
Throttle looked at Vinnie, knowing what his younger bro was applying.
"Fine. We will help you get to Limburger's transporter. Let's get this over with", and he grabbed his bike.
Hard Rock looked at Kiwi.
"Can I offer you a ride?", but Vinnie intervened.
"Uh uh. No way. She already got her ride. Hop on, sweetheart. Let's get you home first."
Kiwi did what he said. No need to provoke him. He finally had calmed down again. She had only see him this angry once. That day, when he saved her from being street pizza. For some reason, she only saw him angry when it was about her safety. She smiled. Crazy macho mouse.

When she stepped off Vinnie's bike by her house, Vinnie pointed his finger at Hard Rock.
"Listen pal, the only reason we're going along with this, is as bad as you were… Limburger's worse."
"Yeah, and that will give you a running head start, but that's all. We still want you gone", Modo added.
"Right. Did we make ourselves clear?", Throttle asked with a low voice.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. Can't blame ya. Let's go."
Kiwi grabbed Vinnie's arm.
"Stay safe, okay? All of you", and she looked at Throttle and Modo too.
They nodded. Vinnie raised his hand and gently tucked her hair behind her ear.
"For you, always…", he whispered.
Kiwi closed her eyes for a moment because of his gentle touch, but soon, they both realized what was happening. Vinnie pulled back his hand like she was on fire. At the same time, Kiwi stepped back like she just got stung by a bee. Both were blushing. Vinnie revved his bike and sped away. Hard Rock followed him, and Modo and Throttle too.
"I think our younger bro is falling in love", Modo said softly to Throttle.
"I think you're right, big fella… Not sure if he's aware of it himself… Nor if he's ever gonna admit it…"
Modo sighed. He knew the tan furred mouse was right. When it came to feelings and emotions, Vinnie was a very complicated mouse. Well… time will tell.

The mice and Hard Rock crashed through the doors from Karbunkle's lab. They saw Limburger and that hideous doctor himself standing in front of a screen. On the screen, the images of a train. What was that stinkface up to?
"Alright, freeze, fish soup!", Throttle ordered while they stopped in front of Limburger. Cannons popped out of the bikes.
"We just need to borrow your transporter for a minute", Modo told the ugly fish.
"Seems your friend here wants to go home", Throttle said, a little childish. He just couldn't help himself. The guy had destroyed half their planet. He had every reason to hate him. Which made it even more annoying to help him. But it was the right thing to do right now. "We're here to make sure you'll give him a nice, safe ride... ", he added with reluctance.
But Limburger didn't look surprised. Nor did he looked scared. No, he started laughing.
"Ooohh, I do apologize, my dear Biker Mice. But I fear that's not possible…"
The mice looked at each other. Say what?
"Ahum… excuse me?", Vinnie asked, leaning forward on his bike.
"Let me point out something you maybe didn't realize, fish face. You see, we are holding all the cards here. I mean, we've got the numbers…", Throttle chuckled.
"We've got the guts…", Vinnie growled.
"And we've got the guns…", Modo finished, while raising his armcannon.
"So basically… You just better back off!", Throttle said, stepping off his bike and walking closer to Limburger. Who still had that annoying smile on his face. Was he really giggling right now? Throttle narrowed his eyes behind his glasses. What was he up to?
"True… All true. But you see, I have the ace in the hold…" and Limburger snapped his fingers. Karbunkle pushed a button and a door opened. In the room, there was a girl hanging on the ceiling, right above a kettle with some simmering liquid in it. Knowing Limburger, it was something that kill would you slowly and painfully.
"You see, I have invited Darling Darla as an… incentive, are we say?"
Hard Rock gasped and clenched his fists. The mice stared at the blue skinned girl.
"That's Darla?", Vinnie asked. "If you don't mind me asking, but what's so special about her?"
Hard Rock's face softened.
"Ha. You'll be surprised…", he said, staring at the girl he loved.
Vinnie looked at him for a moment. Okaaaay…
"Look, what is it you want, you stinking Plutarkian?", Hard Rock asked, almost in despair.
"Simply… your surrender… Or this frantic young female will die because of your stubbornness.."
The mice looked at each other and Throttle nodded at his bro's. They had no choice. The girl was innocent. She maybe had a terrible taste for men, but that wasn't a crime. So, they raised their hands. Hard Rock did the same. Limburger laughed evilly. Vinnie rolled his eyes. Honestly… Goons grabbed the mice and tied them up alongside Darla. Now they were all hanging on the ceiling.
Limburger looked at Hard Rock.
"And now, my dear boy, you are gonna rob that train for me…" and he pointed at the screen.
"NO!" and Hard Rock grabbed him by the purple suit. "I told you, mate, I won't be a villain anymore!"
Limburger grabbed his arm. "Ahhh… But you forget you no longer have a choice. The lives of your new found compedrians, not to mention that sweet girl of yours, depends on your cooperation."
Darla looked pleading at her partner. Hard Rock looked back and then to Limburger.
"And if I'll do it? What then?"
"They will not be harmed. You have my word as a… gentleman…", and Limburger smiled at him.
Hard Rock made a decision. Not that he had indeed much of a choice. He grabbed his guitar.
"They better not be. Darla, I'm sorry! But everytime I try to get out, they pull me back." And he jumped in his car. Darla was shaking her head, but since she was gagged, she couldn't say a word. Hard Rock started his car and jumped out of the window, followed by Limburger's goons.

"What shall we do with these prisoners?", Karbunkle asked. Limburger looked at them, with a cold look on his face.
"Dispose of them. Slowly… Painfully…"
Throttle shook his head and got rid of his gag.
"WHAT? Why you lousy, corrupted cheddar, you gave your word!" he yelled furious.
Limburger laughed.
"Well, if my word was worth anything, I wouldn't be much of a villain, now would I? Taataaaa!" and he walked away.
Karbunkle cackled manically and walked to the controls. He grabbed a handle and put it down. The mice and Darla slowly lowered, coming closer to the kettle.
"Vincent, you're always carrying a bottle opener with you. Please tell me you do today", Throttle whispered.
Vinnie nodded.
"Yeah, it's in my pocket", and Throttle's tail found his way into Vinnie's pocket.
"Yes!", and the tan furred mouse used the object to open the lock of the chains that was wrapped around Modo's arm. It clicked open and Modo immediately shot at the controls. Karbunkle quickly dove away, to avoid he got hit.
The crane that was holding the rope, turned, making the mice and Darla hanging above the ground now. Modo shot the ropes and they landed on their feet.
"We're back!", Throttle yelled.
"We're bad!", Vinnie growled, rubbing his arms.
"We're mice...", Modo rumbled.
"... and we're mad!", Throttle finished.
Darla stared at them.
"Please… We have to help me Boo-Boo…", she said with a high voice.
This time the mice stared at her.
"Boo-Boo?", they asked in unison and looked at each other.
"Hard Rock's first name is… Boo-Boo?", Vinnie asked and he burst out in laughter. Modo and Throttle quickly followed.
Darla looked offended.
"Well, I think it's a wonderful name!"
"Yeah well, sister, you must be in love", Throttle chuckled, shaking his head.
Vinnie swung an arm around Darla and pulled her closer.
"So, I guess we better get the two of you back together", he smiled at her.

The mice blasted their way into the train. Right on time. Hard Rock was standing in front of two goons, one of them was holding a guard from the train.
"Yeeaaaahhh! Great timing, or what?", Vinnie cheered when they stopped their bikes.
Darla jumped off Throttle's bike and ran over to her lover. He pulled her in his arms, very relieved to see her in one piece. He looked at the mice.
"You chaps are the greatest! How can I thank you for saving me lady?"
But before the mice could answer, one of the goons interrupted.
"Haven't you heroes forgotten something?"
They all looked at the two goons, one of them still with the guard in his arms and holding a gun against the poor guy's head.
"Drop your weapons, or this guard is a gutter. Limburger said us to get this gold", he gestured to the big piles of gold behind him. "...and we're gonna get it."
The mice dropped their weapons and raised their hands, just like Hard Rock.
But Darla looked at Hard Rock and he nodded back at her.
"They deserve it, Darla."
Darla raised her hands and she shot colorful lights at them. The guards flew out of the train, screaming loud.
Vinnie popped his head out of the hole.
"You know. I'm starting to understand what you see in her…"
"Vincent! Express run to Limburger tower!", Throttle ordered.
Vinnie looked over his shoulder and smiled.
"The Midnight Special, coming through!"
Vinnie pulled himself up and climbed on the roof of the train.
"Well if you're ever in Chicago", he started to sing while running to the front. And it wasn't even that off key this time.
Throttle and Modo revved their bikes and jumped out of the train, followed by Vinnie's bike.
"Oeeeeeehhh Limburger, you better do right…", Throttle sang.
"You better not steeeaaaal... ", Modo joined in.
"...and you better not fight!", Hard Rock sang with a low voice, holding his precious Darla, still in the train.
"Oooohh, Hard Rock will grab youuuu", and Vinnie climbed from the roof through the window into the cockpit and he pulled down a handle.
The train turned right and left the rails (A/N; I know, it's super weird, but I didn't want to change this part, it's too awesome) and followed Throttle and Modo.
"And the Biker Mice will bring you doooown!", Throttle sang, looking behind him.
"And the next thing you know, cheeseface...", Modo's deep voice rumbled.
"You're prison bound!", Hard Rock joined Modo and Throttle in his car.
"Aahh yeaahh! Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me…", they sang in unison, Vinnie still in the cockpit. They drove straight towards LP.

When they were close, Vinnie jumped out the cockpit on his bike. They hit the brakes and watched how the train drove straight into Limburger tower. The tower crumbled into dust again, Limburger cries loudly heard above the noise. The mice high fived and drove back home.
When they arrived, Kiwi was already waiting on them. She was sitting by the fence, reading a book. When she heard the engines, she jumped up.
"Hey guys! Victory again?", she smiled, but then she saw Darla.
"Oh hey, you must be Darla! I'm Kiwi", and she offered her hand. Darla shook it.
"Nice to meet you", she said with that high, almost childish voice of hers.
Kiwi nodded and tried not to study her to obvious, but she just couldn't help herself being curious. This girl had not only accomplished to make a man who's fighting a war hers, she also had put him on the right path. That was something she only could admire.
"I can't thank you Biker Mice enough. You know, you're more than brave and heroic, you're rather forgiving folks too…", Hard Rock said, while the mice and Kiwi were standing by his car.
Darla nodded and smiled.
"Yeah! Boo-Boo and I will never forget you!"
Kiwi shared a quick look with Vinnie when she heard the name and her lips curled into a smile. Vinnie smiled back. Kiwi quickly looked away, otherwise she was afraid she couldn't control her laughing.
"Well, it's better to make a new friend than beat an old enemy", Modo chuckled, also having a hard time to be serious about the name.
"Even when this friends name is Boo-Boo…", Vinnie whispered, but then burst out laughing again. Modo joined him. Kiwi couldn't hold herself any longer and started laughing too.
Darla looked a little annoyed, but Hard Rock smiled.
"Ah, never mind them, love. They're good chaps. Let's just go home, alright?"
"But how will you guys get there? You trashed Karbunkle's transporter…", Kiwi asked, trying to keep her face in check, but that was hard with Modo and Vinnie still laughing softly.
"Well, we thought we take the scenic route back", Darla answered.
That took the mice their attention.
"Say what?"
"That's right!", and Darla raised her hands. The whole car got surrounded by light and it slowly rose into the air. "Tata, folks!" and they flew away.
The mice were waving, a little dazed. Vinnie rubbed his chin.
"I wonder if she has a sister…"
Kiwi, who was standing next to him, turned around so quick, she almost fell over. She hit him on his arm, hard.
Vinnie looked startled.
"Sweetheart… What gives?", he asked confused.
"Ugh, men…" and she wanted to walk away, but Vinnie grabbed her.
"It was a joke, sweetheart. A joke."
Kiwi looked in his eyes and quickly made herself loose.
"I know, Vin. Let's eat guys!"
That was the best way to distract them, she knew. And it worked. They grabbed the bikes and drove to the house, Kiwi walking behind them with a little smile on her face. She just couldn't help herself. She couldn't stay mad at Vinnie. The only person who she should be mad at, was herself.
Her smile slowly fade. She needed to stop this behaviour. She needed to stop being this obvious about how she was feeling. He was gonna laugh at her. He was gonna brag about how charming and sexy he was. Maybe he was gonna use her. Or use it against her. No matter what his reaction would be, one thing Kiwi knew for sure. It was important that he never was gonna find out that she, who never let anybody in, finally knew what he was doing to her. She finally knew what it meant...
And that was that she was madly and deeply in love with him.

I'm sorry, Youkai55... I know you wanted Kiwi to be with someone else, but honestly? I can't help myself. It has two reasons actually;
One: Vinnie is my favorite character.
Two: I can relate to Vinnie. I understand his way of thinking, or well, the way I make him think, perhaps. And Kiwi... she's the same. They're understanding each other. I really tried to let her fall in love with the one you wanted to, but I just couldn't write it. It gave me a huge writers block. So, I just let my imagination, my own emotions and feelings do the work and this is the outcome. Hope you stay with me, if not, no hard feelings of course. I just wanted to explain, so you know I really tried.

But the story isn't just about Kiwi and Vinnie only. There will be enough other drama, action and humor. Maybe some history about Mars. Why they speak English, for example. My fantasy and imagination, combined with the official storyline, since I have all the episodes on my computer :)

Please review!

Later! :)