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Chapter sixteen

"Steady… Aim…", Vinnie ordered, looking closely at Kiwi.
Kiwi was holding the gun in her right hand and her left one on her back. Since she could hit every target now with two hands, Vinnie had decided they could take a step forward in practise.
"Whenever you're ready, doll."
Kiwi let out her breath, focussed and pulled the trigger.
"God dammit, I missed again!", she yelled frustrated, waving the gun angrily.
Vinnie smiled and quickly snatched the gun out of her hand with his tail.
"Nobody said this was easy, sweetheart."
"But you guys always make it look so easy!"
"Years of practise. And of course, some of us are more talented than others…", Vinnie smirked arrogant and flexed his muscles.
Kiwi rolled her eyes.
"I need a break", and she walked to the picnic table. With a heavy sigh, she sat down.
Vinnie joined her. He saw the frustration on her face.
"No sweat, sweetheart. You're gonna learn soon enough. We'll just keep practising."
"Where did you learn all this stuff?", she asked, suddenly curious.
Vinnie glanced at her.
"On Mars."
"Geez, no shit, wiseguy", Kiwi laughed and Vinnie winked at her.
"Really, I wanna know. Unless you don't wanna talk about it…", she said casually, studying her fingernails.
"We had a good coach. Stoker. He taught us everything we know now", Vinnie said after a long silence.
She looked at him and saw the glance in his eyes. Admiration. This Stoker guy must be a important part of their lives.
"Sounds like a important guy, this Stoker."
"He is."
Kiwi noticed he said 'is' instead of 'was'. That answered her question if the guy was still alive. She started to learn how to talk to Vinnie. The best thing was not to ask things too directly, at least, not when it maybe could trigger something she didn't wanted to trigger. She looked at him. He was playing with the tip of his tail, obviously not at ease. But unlike previous times she had tried to talk about his life, he stayed where he was instead of walking away. Maybe they did make some progress. She was still deep in thoughts, when Vinnie suddenly broke the silence.
"He eh… he… he's important. When my parents died, he ehm… he… found me… I…", the white furred mouse stuttered.
Kiwi said nothing and gave him time to find the words. She gently took his hand and squeezed it. That helped. He took a deep breath.
"He introduced me to the Freedom Fighters. Asked me if I wanted to join. I immediately said yes. He kinda… he kinda took me under his wing, the first few months… So, yeah, he's important…"

Kiwi couldn't stop staring at him. This was the first time he kinda opened up, well, next to that one time he had told her about the loss of his parents. Vinnie looked at their hands, their entwined fingers. He slowly lifted his head, his ruby red eyes wide open. She looked him in the eye. For a moment, nothing happened. Well, it maybe looked like nothing happened. But Kiwi had the feeling she was on fire. A tingle in her belly and she was completely mesmerized by his eyes… his beautiful eyes. Everything around her started to fade away, until it was only him and her.
His eyes lowered and looked at her lips. She could feel her cheeks burn and her breathing became heavier. Oh my god, what was happening here?
Vinnie looked back into her eyes. She saw how his breathing also became heavier and she felt that she slowly leaned forward. But right before her nose touched his, she stopped. She could feel his breathing on her burning lips. He smelled so good. She looked at his lips, which were curled into that little, crooked smile she loved so much. She felt how he also came closer and she slowly closed her eyes, but then…
"Yo Vin, wanna come… Oh… "
Modo's voice.
Kiwi's eyes flew open and she jerked upright. She looked at Vinnie, who also looked startled. But he soon recovered and gave her that arrogant, lazy smile. But he was also blushing. Great. Just great.
Kiwi looked at Modo, who was standing in the door opening from the guest house. He looked from her to Vinnie and back.
"Am I interrupting something?", he asked, slightly amused.
Kiwi jumped at her feet.
"NO! No, not at all. I was just telling Vinnie I'm going to ehm… shop! Yeah, that's it. I'm going to shop… So ehm… Yeah… Bye!"
And she stormed away, her head redder than a tomato.
Vinnie watched her leave and shook his head, a smile on his face.
Modo walked over to him.
"So, you and Kiwi, huh?"
Vinnie looked at him with a shocked look on his face.
"What? No way, man. This mouse got not strings attached", as he pointed at himself.
Modo shook his head.
"Like I believe that. Why can't you just admit it, bro?"
"There is nothing to admit. You're seeing ghosts, big fella."
His eyes told otherwise. Modo could see the poor guy was head over heels with the girl. But there was also denial. Sadness. Pain. He sighed.
"Vinnie, you don't have to punish yourself the rest of your life. It wasn't your fault."
Vinnie narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. Harley. He was talking about Harley.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Modo", he said, his voice low.
This was off limits. He vowed never to talk about it again. Just like all the other shit that had happened to him. Never.
"Your stubbornness is gonna cost you your life someday", Modo breathed, rolling his eyes.
Vinnie jumped at his feet, pointing a finger at the gray furred giant.
"Oh yeah? And what about you, big fella? It's not like you moved on after…", but he trailed off when he saw the furious look on Modo's face.
They both glared at each other, their tails lashing.
"Don't you dare to bring her up, Vincent", Modo growled.
Vinnie gritted his teeth.
"Who? You mean Cami?", he blurted out, but then he closed his mouth. Oops… Him and his big mouth…
Modo's eye started glowing red. He was about to make a move, when Throttle jumped between them.
"Wow, wow, hey, easy, big fella. I don't know what he did this time, but I know you're gonna regret it if you kill him", he said calmly, grabbing Modo by the shoulders. Vinnie quickly did a few steps backwards, out of Modo's range. He wasn't that easily scared. But a angry Modo… well, that could be challenging sometimes. And even if he was always in for a challenge, this was one he mostly avoided. Unless this time. He crossed the line, he knew that. Cami's death had devastated his older bro. But...
"I'm not sure if I am…", Modo said slowly, his eye still glowing red.
Throttle sighed.
"You are. Trust me."
Modo took a deep breath and relaxed a little. Now he was sure his bro wasn't gonna make a move at the white furred mouse, Throttle turned around and looked at Vinnie. The white furred mouse shrunk, but, as always, got defensive.
"What? What did I do wrong?" You know what you did wrong… Just say it...
"I warned you not to bring her up!", Modo yelled at him, clearly still upset.
Throttle immediately knew what had happened. Dammit, Vinnie… You and your big mouth…
"Really? When are you gonna learn to control that big mouth of yours?", the tan furred mouse asked, shaking his head and crossing his arms before his chest.
"This is so unfair!", Vinnie started. Just say you're sorry…
Throttle felt a upcoming headache. It was just one of these days…
"He is always asking me things about stuff I don't wanna talk about, but nobody cares about that!" Say it, you stupid mouse.
"Why do I always get the blame? It's not fair!" SAY IT!
"Vincent, enough. You sound like my sister when she was about, well, I don't know, four years old. Get the point?"
Vinnie snorted and crossed his arms, his tail lashing through the air.
Throttle took a deep breath. He didn't had the strength for this. Not today.
"Why don't we go test that four wheel drive we build on the bikes?", he suggested.
Modo relaxed and nodded.
"Great idea, I can use a good ride to clear my head."
Vinnie transformed back to his happy and cheerful self so quickly, it was almost concerning.
"Music to my ears!"
Throttle and Modo turned around and walked to the bikes.
Vinnie followed them, staring at Modo's back.
I'm sorry, Modo…

A few days ago, they had found a lot of old, big tires at the junkyard. Throttle had came up with the idea to adjust four of them on each bike, so they could race each other in the dunes and the beach from Lake Michigan, just outside town. As it turned out, it was a perfect way to clear the head after an argument.
Modo was taking the lead, closely followed by Vinnie and Throttle. Vinnie hit the accelerator and flew past his big bro, only on his rear tires.
"AAOOWW, number one baddest hero, Vinnie, takes the lead!", he cheered, looking at Modo over his shoulder with a big smile.
"Come on, Lil' Darling. Let's show him who just is the baddest!", and Modo sped forward, taking the lead again.
"Hey", Vinnie said, slightly annoyed. He tried to go past Modo, but the big guy didn't gave him enough space. "Outta my way! I can't see around your big, old…"
"Buttin' it up, wrenchead", Modo interrupted him, a smile on his face. Just what he needed. Winning a race from Vinnie. The least he deserved after what he had said.
But suddenly, when they drove past a big hill, Throttle jumped over them and took the lead.
"Keep on 'm", Throttle said, patting his bike lovingly.
"Last one past the sand dunes is a nasty pair of Plutarkian underwear!", Vinnie yelled happily.
"Ugh, well, you would know, huh?", Throttle said with a disgust look on his face.
"Ah man, that's just grose", Modo agreed.
"Do I have a way with words, or what?", Vinnie smiled.
Yeah, sure. You do. Especially when it comes to tell your bro, your family, that you're sorry.
He shook off the unpleasant thoughts and focussed on the race. Which, of course, he was gonna win. Obviously.
He saw his bro's speeding up, getting closer to the dune. He laughed and popped a wheelie. He fired his jets and while his bro's drove around the dune, he just crashed right through it. When he blasted his way out, he landed and stopped on the edge of the next cliff. He won. Of course he did.
"AAAOOWWW! The baddest!", he cheered, pumping his fist in the air.
His bro's joined him, Modo clearly not amused.
"Hey, foul! You can't violate a course hazard that way, come on!", he yelled at his white furred bro, who looked back innocently.
Throttle laughed, he just couldn't help it. That adrenaline junkie would do anything to win in the most creative ways.
"Vinnie is a course hazard, bro!"
"Not to mention one of your major scenic attractions", Vinnie added, a arrogant smile on his face, studying his nails.
"Yeah well, if you move your swelled head for a minute, mister warmth, we can see what is going on there", Throttle suddenly said, pointing down. Something had caught his eye. Big trucks were driving on the sand plains, and by the looks of things, sucking up the sand. That couldn't be good.
"Looks like Limburger is ripping up the whole beach", Throttle said when he saw Greasepit sitting in one of the trucks.
"Since when did Limburger take over the sandman franchise?", Vinnie asked.
Throttle rubbed his chin. "Hmm… sand… Plutark probably needs cement, bro's. And from the looks of things, lots of it!"
The mice were so caught up in finding out what Limburger was up to now, they didn't notice they got surrounded by goons. Vinnie suddenly heard a lot of engines and he looked up. His bro's did the same.
"Hope you guys feeling cool", Throttle said.
"'Cause we're in for a hot time on the beach tonight!", Vinnie smiled.
"Oh momma…", Modo sighed and he closed his visor.

Vinnie revved his bike and turned his bike so he could face his bro's. He pumped his fist in the air.
"Okay, you mad men. Let's party!", he cheered, all hyped up and ready to fight.
"Ah ah ah, business before pleasure, Vincent", Throttle said, his finger pointing at his white furred bro. "And our first order of business are those vacuum trucks!"
"Yeah, there's a sucker taking out every minute", Modo said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Throttle leaned on his handlebars, shaking his head.
"Oh, puhlease… Who writes your lines?", he sighed.
Modo smiled embarrassed and shrugged.
"Let's ROCK…"
"... and RIDE!"

They revved their bikes and drove towards the goons, full speed, but only to use the dune where they were standing as a ramp. They jumped into the air and flew over the goons, straight towards the trucks. The goons looked confused at each other.
Suddenly, Greasepit's voice was loudly heard over the speakers that were attached at his truck.
"Now hear this! Attention! Look out! Danger! DANGER!"
Vinnie fired a laser and hit Greasepit's truck full on the front. The truck got out of control and crashed against a dune, making Greasepit fly out and crashing in the sand. Vinnie waved at him and drove further, a smile on his face.
Throttle drove towards two trucks and fired his laser. The ground before the trucks exploded and the trucks flew into the air because of the force. They crashed into the hole, clearly out of action.
Modo drove next to another truck, waving at the goon behind the wheel. He let go of his handlebar and climbed on his seat. He popped his head into the cabin.
"Breaktime!", and he punched the goon in the face. The poor guy flew out of the other window and landed meters away.
Vinnie drove straight towards a truck and the did the same, laughing loud. Vinnie pushed a button on his bike and his laser came out.
"Go ahead… make my day…", he said with a low voice and hit the brakes.
The goon did the same and for a short moment, they're only staring at each other. But when the goon saw the expression on Vinnie's face, he knew he had made a mistake. He quickly turned tail, screaming in fear.
Vinnie laughed out loud.
"Hahaha, what a great line! Oh gosh, I should use that one more often!"
Modo stopped next to him.
"Personally, I think we all get a little bit tired of that one."
Throttle stopped on the other side of Vinnie.
"Yeah, why don't you try it out on them?" and he pointed behind him.
Vinnie looked over his shoulder and saw three goons driving towards them.
Throttle and Modo sped away, but Vinnie turned his bike and faced the goons. He opened his visor and grabbed a blade of grass. He put it in his mouth and gritted his teeth.
"Go ahead… make my day…", he said, his voice even lower now and a threatening look on his face.
But the goons weren't impressed. They fired three rockets and the explosion made Vinnie and his bike flying into the sky. Vinnie flew off and landed in a sand dune.
"AUTSJ!"
Throttle and Modo stopped closeby, shaking their heads with a smile.
"Vinnie, you've gotta watch what you're doing", Throttle warned him, but then laughed. "Failed the audience reaction test!"
Modo laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you see, the trick is; you've gotta keep your teeth clenched, like this", Modo said and did what he said. "You feel lucky, punk?", he growled, but then started laughing again.
But again, the goons weren't impressed and Modo landed right next to Vinnie. They both got back on their feet.
"What we have here, is a failure to communicate", Throttle started. "I think I've got a sure firing line for this situation", pointing at the goons that were about to attack them from behind.
"What's that?", Modo asked, sounding like an eager schoolkid.
"It's tail whippin' time!" and Throttle grabbed his lasers, whirled them around his fingers, crossed his arms and lay them over his shoulder. He shot three times and the buggies from the goons exploded.
"Ah! Timed, honoured and tested!", Vinnie cheered, pumping his fist in the air. Him and Modo were already back on their bikes.
"Yeah, here's another!", Modo started. "Let's RIDE!"
And the mice sped away, back into the fight. Time to nail these goony goons.

They took most of them out, but a few buggies were still following them.
"So, they're still wanna rock and roll, huh?", Modo asked, looking behind him.
"I say; let's take them dancing on rumble street", Vinnie answered.
"Your lead, Vincent!", Throttle smiled. "Shed 'em and shred 'em!"
They fired their jets and sped forward.
Throttle drove next to Modo.
"Operation crazy he?", he asked at the gray furred giant.
"Modo Maverick's hugging your wing", Modo answered.
"On my mark", and Throttle pointed his finger into the air. "NOW!"
Throttle went left and Modo went right. They drove back to each other and crossed each other. The buggies tried to follow them, but of course, that failed and they crashed into each other.
"They should've looked both ways before crossing", Modo smiled, looking at the goons who were lying unconscious on the ground. They saw Greasepit on his trike driving towards them.
"Yeah, before crossing The Biker Mice From Mars", Throttle agreed and when Greasepit almost drove between them, they grabbed each others hands. Greasepit crashed against it and flew backwards off his trike.
"AAOOOWW!" and Vinnie jumped off a sand dune. He fired his laser and the trike exploded.
"King of the road, coming through!", Vinnie cheered while landing and he drove back to his bro's.
They high fived and drove back home, happy with another victory. But hey, they were the best after all.

Back at home, Kiwi was pacing through her room. She was so mad at herself. She couldn't believe she almost had kissed Vinnie. Why, why, why? She had a deal with herself. DISTANCE! She let out a scream in frustration. But suddenly, she froze.
The moment was replaying in her head, over and over again. And she suddenly realized, Vinnie hadn't pushed her away. It was him after all who was looking at her lips. It was him who, maybe, almost kissed her back. Shit. Shit. SHIT!
She was driving herself crazy. She was seeing ghosts. No way he felt something for her too. That just wasn't possible. She was nothing. And he was, as far as she knew, one of the most good looking mice on Mars. He could get every girl he wanted. They must be standing in line for him, back on Mars. She suddenly heard Throttle's voice in her head.
'There was someone, a long time ago… He doesn't fall in love that easily… He just loves the attention…'
ARGH! She grabbed her pillow and threw it against the wall. She needed to calm down. But all these feelings, this insecurity, was driving her crazy. Was he playing with her? Was he messing with her feelings, just because he wanted some attention? DAMMIT.
She dropped on her bed, her head in her hands. Jesus, Kiwi. Calm down. This isn't you. Since when do you let someone get into your head like that? Come on. Get over it. She sighed. Yeah. She needed to calm down and get her shit together. Jesus, she was acting like a teenager in love. High school drama. Maybe she needed to ask him how he felt…
She burst out into laughter. Right. Like he was gonna tell her, of all people, how he felt. He never did. He never would. But there was always that nagging feeling of insecurity. He had opened the door for her today. Even if it was for like, 2 seconds before he closed it again, he did opened it. Maybe she needed to have a little patience. Just… let it all go and see where it was gonna take her.
IN THE GUTTER WITH A BROKEN HEART!
No. Maybe not. It was worth the risk. Time. They needed time. And she sure hoped it was granted to them.

"Word on the street is that a new theme parks is gonna open its doors today", Kiwi said to the mice during breakfast.
"A what?", Vinnie asked, his mouth full with pancakes. No more waffles, remember?
"A theme park. You know, like a big fair. Roller coasters, water rides, a big Ferris wheel, a lot of candy.. No?", she added when she saw the mice looked at her completely clueless.
"Hmmm… care to find out then?", she asked.
The mice looked at each other and shrugged.
"Sure thing, Kiwi ma'am", Modo said.
"Cool. Let me check where it is", and Kiwi grabbed her phone. But when she saw the name of the park, she frowned.
"Cheesyland… It's called Cheesyland, guys. That just can't be a coincidence, right?"
Vinnie almost choked in his pancake. He coughed loudly.
"Cheesyland?", he managed to squeeze out between coughing, his voice husky.
Modo clapped him on the back, but as usual, he forgot about his own strength. Vinnie slammed with his head on the table.
"Whoops! Sorry bro!"
"Geez, thanks big fella", the white furred mouse squeaked and he took a few deep breaths.
"No way I'm gonna go to a place that's called Cheesyland. I'm way too cool for that."
Throttle sighed.
"You're missing the point here, Vincent. Cheesyland, big cheese, Limburger... He must be up to something. I already thought it was way too quiet after we stopped his sandsuckers…"
Vinnie's face lit up.
"Why didn't you say so? Let's go!" and he jumped on his feet. His chair fell on the floor with a bang.
When he ran past Kiwi, he grabbed her with his tail and lifted her up.
"Hey! Wait a minute…", but Vinnie quickly set her on the ground, grabbed her hand and dragged her with him to the garage.
Throttle and Modo looked at each other.
"Well, I've gotta admit, his enthusiasm is contagious sometimes", Modo smiled and he also jumped on his feet. "Let's ride, bro!" and he followed Vinnie and Kiwi.
"Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only adult around here…", Throttle sighed, but with a smile on his face.

After a short drive, they arrived at Cheesyland. The mice stopped their bikes in front of the entrance. A big sign was hanging under the welcoming board, that was having the shape of a big cheese.
"Free dogs?", Vinnie asked. "Now that's more like it!"
"Yeah, I could go for a good cheese dog", Kiwi said behind Vinnie.
The mice gave her a disgust look and moaned. She shook her head. It was like she had suggested to give Limburger a kiss on his lips. They sure knew how to exaggerate.
"Oh well, sorry I brought it up", Kiwi smiled.
"Here's something else to leave a bad taste in your mouth, bro's", Throttle said, pointing at a sign. "This place makes our bikes off limits."
"Ah man, that oughta be a law…", Modo sighed, crossing his arms before his chest.
"Smells like a mousetrap to me", Throttle said. "With Limburger all over it."
Vinnie parked his bike and stepped off.
"A trap, ey? Well, what are we waiting for? Let's scoop it out!" and he walked towards the entrance. "This could be a fun day after all, guys."
They walked into the park, and Vinnie grabbed a hotdog from a pile that was lying on a plate next to him. He held it in the air.
"Let's rock… and ride!"

One hour later…
"One hotdog too many, Vinnie?", Kiwi asked innocently, looking at the white furred mouse who was hanging with his head over the edge of the cart. But the attraction didn't stop spinning.
"Uuugh… are we there yet?", Vinnie moaned, but before somebody could answer, he threw up.
Kiwi shook her head, hoping nobody was walking under the attraction.
After a few minutes of pure torture (Vinnie's words), the attraction finally stopped spinning and slowly stopped. Vinnie climbed over the edge of the cart and slid down. He landed on the floor.
"Never… again…", he moaned.
Kiwi couldn't stop laughing. Throttle and Modo snickered and Modo picked up the miserable feeling white furred mouse of the ground.
"Come on, little bro. Let's try the haunted house, maybe your stomach can handle that a little bit better", and he dragged Vinnie with him.
Throttle and Kiwi followed them, Kiwi still laughing so hard, she hardly could walk. Throttle smiled and gently grabbed her arm, so she wouldn't fall. When they reached the haunted house, Modo and Vinnie were already sitting in a cart, Vinnie a little less green under his fur.
Throttle and Kiwi took place in the cart before them. Once inside the house, scary sounds came out of every corner and suddenly a loud scream. Vinnie squeezed his eyes because of the high tone. It gave him an immediate pounding headache. Great. Just great.
A woman suddenly flew through the air towards Throttle and Kiwi. Throttle jumped at his feet and punched her. Of course, it wasn't a real woman, but a doll. She broke in half and fell on the floor.
"Whoops… Force of habit", Throttle chuckled, a little embarrassed.
Kiwi, who was finally calm again, started laughing again. Honestly, who would have thought that visiting a theme park with three alien mice could be so much fun?

When the ride was done and they walked outside, Modo spotted a shooting range.
"Be right back, bro's. Oh, and Kiwi ma'am."
He stepped onto the small stairs that lead to the guns and watched the kids shooting at the targets. The kids weren't bad, but Modo wanted to try. He raised his arm cannon and shot his laser. The back of the shooting range exploded.
The kids stared at him.
"Waauuuww! That was so cool!", one of them cheered.
"Where did you get that gun?", another one asked.
"I'll buy it for a quarter!", his friend said.
"Sorry, bro's", Modo laughed, while pulling off his helmet. He wiped a piece of burning wood away that had landed on top of it. "But I'm kinda attached to it."
The kids stared at his big ears, his snouth, his buck teeth…
"Woow... "
"Ride free, little citizens", and Modo walked away, while putting back his helmet on.

Next upt was the roller coaster. The cart, that looked like a huge hotdog and had place for four people, started the long trip up. Vinnie already could feel his stomach turn.
"I don't think my stomach is gonna like this…", he moaned and let out a burp.
"Turn your head the other way, would you, Vincent? Think of it as a cycle on tracks", Throttle said, looking over his shoulder.
"Hey! You're... right…", Vinnie pulled his bandana, still sick to the stomach. "Must be… all in my head…" and he tried not to gag.
Kiwi, who was sitting next to him, laughed. "Nice to know there's something in there besides ego", she teased him.
But Vinnie wasn't amused and glared at her.
"Anyway. These things are perfectly safe", she quickly added.
"They ain't anymore!"
Greasepit's voice. He was standing on the top of the track, alongside three goons. But they looked ridiculous. Greasepit in a fairy outfit, one goon in a cheese suit, another one looked like the Easter Bunny and the last one was wearing a pig costume.
The cart stopped on top of the hill and Greaspit grabbed it.
"Well, looks who slid in on a oil slick", Throttle smiled, looking at Greasepit who was holding the cart at the front.
"These times I've got to drop on yous rodents, and I do mean… drop…" and he gestured at the tracks behind him. "Grab them, boys!"
But Modo had it. He leaned forward and gave Greasepit a head butt. The latter lost his balance and fell down, screaming loudly. That was all the cart needed and slowly, it faced down and started the big drop. The other three goons grabbed the cart, to make sure they wouldn't fall down. Greasepit landed right in the cart too when they drove right under him, so it was one big mess of mice, goons and grease. Oh and Kiwi, who was screaming like she was about to die. Jesus, a roller coaster was already scary enough without four bad guys hanging on your cart. The mice tried to get rid of them, but it was hard because of the sudden turns and twists of the roller coaster.
"Whoa, this ride has more curves than a pitchers duel!", Vinnie smiled, feeling a lot better already. He pushed away the goon in the pigsuit, who fell down and landed in one of the water rides. Vinnie looked down and laughed.
"Waoow, talk about taking a major fall!"
Throttle grabbed the Easter Bunny, swirled him above his head and threw him away.
"Still going", the mice said in unison, since the ride was still not over. One goon left, and Greasepit was hanging at the back of their cart, screaming loud.
The track made a sudden turn and since Kiwi wasn't wearing her seatbelt because of this sudden attack, she flew out, along with the goon in the cheese suit.
Oh. My. God.
NOT AGAIN!
"Kiwi!", Vinnie yelled and he jumped up.
"Vincent, if you please… the double tail trick", Throttle quickly ordered and Modo wrapped his tail around his seat. He stretched his arm and Vinnie grabbed it. The white furred mouse wrapped his tail around Throttle's wrist and Throttle jumped out of the wagon. He grabbed Kiwi with his tail and Modo and Vinnie pulled them up. When they were back into the cart, Vinnie grabbed Kiwi and forced her to look at him.
"You okay, sweetheart?", he asked, holding her head with both hands.
Kiwi too a few deep breaths, but she didn't panic like last time.
"I guess I am…", she whispered.
"Well, then. Welcome back at the coaster club, doll", Vinnie winked at her.
"Yeah, great to see you got back on track", Throttle laughed.
Kiwi rolled her eyes.
"I am NOT amused!"
But before anybody could react, they heard Greaspit (who was still hanging at the back of the cart) yelling.
"Well, maybe this would tickle yous laughbones", and he pointed a blaster at them.
"You know guys, we had so much fun with that double tail trick…", Throttle said, looking at Vinnie.
"We could even have more fun with…", and Vinnie looked at Modo.
"...the triple tail trick!"
"Too late for tricks mousies! Three fried furballs, coming up!" and Greasepit lay his finger on the trigger.
But the mice were quicker. They all three lashed out their tails and grabbed the rail. The cart stopped immediately and the back flew up. Vinnie catched Kiwi, but Greasepit wasn't so lucky. He flew away, screaming loudly. The mice watched him fall down, but instead of landing on the floor, he crashed right through it.
"That's weird…", Throttle frowned.
Finally, the car stopped and they stepped out with wobbling legs. They walked to the hole in the form of Greasepit and saw him lying on the floor of a big tunnel, unconscious.
"Haha, Greasepit never looked better, bro's!", Vinnie laughed.
"Yeah, but the rest of that stuff is looking major ugly", and Throttle pointed at the machines that were digging.
"Let's take a closer look", Modo suggested.
"No, no, not now, bro's. We need our bikes and some peace and quiet to do a proper investigation."
"Yeah, and peace and quiet is about to be in a real short supply", Vinnie said, looking around him. They had drawn to many attention from the visitors at the park, so they were surrounded by curious people, but also goons from Limburger.
"Let's bail!" and they ran to one of the walls that was surrounding the park.
Kiwi quickly followed, but when she saw how high it was, she stopped.
"I can't…", but Vinnie pushed her, forcing her to run further.
Modo jumped on the wall, followed by Throttle. Vinnie cupped his hands.
"Come on, sweetheart, no time to waste", he smiled at her.
The goons opened fire and Kiwi quickly set her foot in his cupped hands. He pushed her up and Throttle catched her. When they were gone, Vinnie also jumped on the wall and turned around to face the goons. He narrowed his eyes.
"Don't hunt what you can't catch", he said, this time with clenched teeth. But a laser hit the wall and Vinnie fell down (at the good side, at least).
"Ah man… I hate it when my dramatic exits get screwed up like that…Great advice, Modo, really..."
He jumped at his feet and followed his bro's and Kiwi. They grabbed the bikes and quickly drove away.

That night, the mice returned. They'd left Kiwi at home, since it was too dangerous for her to tag along. They jumped over the wall with their bikes and drove through the empty park. When they reached the hole in the ground, in the form of Greasepit, they jumped down. Throttle saw before he jumped down, that there was a building standing closeby, in the form of a… bee nest? That must be where Limburger is hiding. When they were inside the tunnel, they looked around.
"Yep. Looks like all of Limburger's machines are right here", Throttle said. Suddenly, a light went on and almost blinded them.
"That's right, my esteemed enemies. But you'll forgive me that I don't signe you up for the grand tour." The mice looked behind them and saw Limburger's face on a big screen.
"Seize those rodents!", he yelled.
The mice looked back before them and saw goons walking towards them. They jumped off their bikes and a huge fight brooke loose. After a few minutes, all the goons were unconscious and the mice were standing on top of them. Vinnie looked at the screen.
"Say there, uncle Larry. That's the best you can do?", he asked, his voice low and his eyes narrowed.
"Well, since you ask so politely… No! This is!", and Limburger grabbed a remote and pushed a button.
The mice heard a loud noise and quickly jumped on their bikes. But suddenly, there was a robot in the form of a cheese standing before them. It had six very heavy looking guns and the thing was huge.
The mice pushed their bikes back with their feet, Vinnie smiling uncomfortable.
"Well eh… sorry I asked…" Maybe he needed to stop with using these lines. It only seemed to make things worse. Not that he really cared in this case.
The robot opened fire on them and the mice popped a wheelie and quickly drove another way.
"Imminent annihilation! I live for moments like this!", Vinnie said happily. Modo, who was driving next to him, shook his head.
"Me, I prefer just to live, so let's get rockin'!"
"I heard that! Blast that can, bro's!", and Throttle pointed at the big robot, that was standing on their right now. They made a sharp turn to face it and fired their laser. The robot tried to fight back, but the firepower of the mice was too heavy. It lost its balance and fell backwards against a huge, metal pipe. The whole thing broke and the bottom part broke through the wall of the bee nest looking building. Lava streamed out, dripping down in the tunnel, but the a big stream right into the park.
"Whoops, there she blows!", Throttle chuckled, looking at the lava.
Goons fled the scene, knowing this was getting way too dangerous now lava was brought into the mix with three Biker Mice.
The mice stopped in front of the robot, who slowly climbed back on his feet.
"Uh, we got kinda carried away, huh?", Modo asked, looking at the lava that was streaming into the park.
"Well, we hit it with our best shot, buddies", Throttle answered.
"It's coming back for more!", Modo yelled.
"We gotta put it away before we're all lava lug nuts. HEY! Metalmouth!", and Vinnie whistled on his fingers to get the robot's attention. "Over here!"
The robot turned around and shot with all his six guns at the same time. The mice turned around and drove away.
"Well, you've gotta admit", Vinnie said, zigzagging his bike to avoid the shots. "This park does have some exited rides."
"Yeah, well, I'm ready to get off of this one", Modo breathed.
"Then let's take this wrenchhead down!", Throttle said.
They drove further into the tunnel, but when they drove closeby the hole Greasepit had made this afternoon, they saw lava dripping down.
"Yiaow! I heard it's better to burn down than fade away, but this is crazy!", Vinnie snickered.
They stopped and Throttle grabbed a grenade. He pulled out the pin and threw it up. It exploded and the edges of the hole were now bent upwards, so the lava couldn't drip down anymore. But the robot started to catch up and they quickly drove further.
"We've gotta stop that lava, before Chicago can't stand the heat!", Throttle said worried.
"I always said this town was cooking, but this isn't what I had in mind", Modo agreed.
"Come on, you motor jammers! It's time to put a damper on this fire!", Vinnie cheered, looking at his bro's.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm. Vincent, you are so predictable", Throttle smiled, shaking his head. "Let's ROCK…"
And they revved their bikes, Vinnie firing his jets.
"... and RIDE!" And Vinnie's bike flew up and crashed through the ceiling of the tunnel.
"AAAOOWW!" and he landed next to the lava stream. His tires almost caught fire because of the heat.
"Aaaoow, burning rubber!", and he gained even more speed. He aimed his lasers at the big sign, you know, that one in the form of a big cheese, at the entrance and smiled.
"I think it's time to bottle up this hot sauce", and he fired. The huge sign fell on the ground and blocked the way for the lava. And since the whole park was surrounded by high walls, Chicago was safe.
"YES!", Vinnie cheered when he saw his plan had worked. He quickly drove back to the hole in the ground, using his lasers to burn the lava away on his path and jumped back into the tunnel.

Underground, Throttle and Modo were having a hard time to take the robot down.
"Man. Does that thing never have to reload?", Modo complained.
"Only one chance, big fella. Crush and crash number three", his bro ordered.
"You got it!"
They waited till the robot was out of shots.
"Ready, big fella?"
"Let's do it!"
"NOW!"
And they turned their bikes and drove straight towards the robot. Throttle took the right, Modo the left. They fired their jets and jumped into the air. They flew towards the big head of the robot and when they past each other, they high fived with the head in the head of the robot exploded and the whole thing went down.
Modo landed, pulled off his helmet and held it against his chest.
"Rest in pieces, you metal man", he said solemnly. Throttle stopped next to him.
"No time for sentiment, Modo. That thing is going critical! It's gonna blow!", he warned, pointing at the robot. Modo quickly put back on his helmet when Vinnie stopped next to them.
"Oh, you think that's bad? That lava is backing up inside here like water", and he pointed behind him. Lava was leaking back into the tunnel.
"And we're in the drain!", Modo said.
"We need to put a hurt on that hot stuff. And I think just how to do it. Yank and flank, now!"
They drove towards the robot and turned their bikes. Ropes shot out of the back of their bikes and the hooks that were attached to it, grabbed the robot. They hit the accelerator.
"Get along, little Darling!", Modo laughed.
"And leave the driving to us!", Vinnie cheered.
They dragged the robot with them and when it had enough speed, they fired their jets and jumped into the air, cutting loose from it. The robot slid against the pipe where the lava was streaming out and the whole thing exploded. The mice crashed outside through the walls of the bee nest looking building. When they flew past a small window, they saw Limburger staring at them. They waved at him.
"Tata!", Vinnie laughed.
Limburger waved back with a dazed look on his face. Shortly after that, the whole park collapsed and because of the rubble and debris, the opening where the lava came out, was now closed. The mice landed their bikes outside the walls. Vinnie looked around him, surprise on his face. What the.. Where did all these people come from? So far quiet.
Suddenly, a journalist pushed a microphone under their noses.
"Hey there, biker bombs! You're the new heroes of Chicago! Now that you've saved Chi-town, what are you gonna do?"
The mice looked at each other.
"Yeah, what are we gonna do?", Vinnie asked softly.
"Well, that's simple", Throttle answered. They needed to get out of here as soon as possible.
"We're gonna ROCK…" and he popped a wheelie. His bro's joined him.
"... and RIDE!"
And they drove away, loud singing and whooping.

Ahhh, We're Going To Cheesyland. Also one of my favorite episodes. Had real fun writing it.
And this was the first time you guys heard about Cami. What's her story? You'll find out soon enough.

Puhlease review and read free, citizens! ;)
(Omg, such a bad joke.)