The taxi driver dropped them off for their flight to Koh Samui Island, where they would then catch the ferry to Kohl Phangan Island.
Charlie thought Stoker's outfit might cause a bit of trouble getting on the plane, but staff didn't so much as bat an eyelid when they boarded. One even grinned at her knowingly and said in perfect English 'Party!'
She laughed and nodded, before following her husband down the aisle to their seats. Strapping in, she waited patiently for the short flight to begin and once airborne, put her seat back to grab a quick powernap while she had the chance.
They landed and caught a taxi to the ferry heading to Kohl Phangan, excitement building as the island came into view. By the time the ferry docked, the Martians were buzzing with adrenalin.
"Rope it in boys and girl, we've still got travel and prep work to do" Charlie told them, smiling indulgently at the overstimulated quintet.
They found a trio of tuk-tuk drivers willing to take them to Haad Rin for the price dictated by Charlie's hard-nosed Chi-town taxi haggling skills, and Modo's arm cannon.
Arriving at the FMP scene was like stepping into another world for Charlie. For the rest of the group, it was like any Martian get-together, minus the brawling. Wasting no time, they dragged Charlie towards the nearest merchandise stands to check out the FMP paraphernalia.
Charlie was trying on various bright coloured fedoras with Full Moon Party written on them, when she spotted the glow in the dark bikinis and matching mini-skirts. Nudging Carbine, she pointed them out and raised her eyebrows. Carbine grinned and followed her friend over to check out sizes. Finding the right sizes, they haggled the vendor down from I will send all of my kids to university and buy a yacht inflation pricing to I'll get that scooter I've had my eye for a year in this one transaction inflation pricing.
Everybody bought hats except for Stoker, who ended up with glow in the dark cat ears and matching love-shaped flashing glasses. Carbine and Charlie directed the boys to a bar where they were able to wait with a cold beer while the women-folk changed into their new attire.
Emerging from the costume change, they found the menfolk seated at the bar as they picked their waiter's brain on what to expect for the night.
"You jump fire-rope, you burn! No good cos you so hairy!" one friendly bartender told them, waving a finger in warning at the biker mice.
Vinnie was the first to get a glimpse of his wife and sister-in-law, and his low wolf-whistle was enough to draw the attention of his brothers and mentor.
"Ha, very nice. You have party fun!" commented the bartender approvingly, his smile stretching from one side of his face to the other. "Now take these boys and go be crazy!"
Shooing the visitors from the bar, he waved them away with his drying towel and got back to the business of making his customers happy with alcohol.
The mice diligently followed Charlie and Carbine out of the bar as the made a beeline for the beach artists ready to cover them with neon artwork. Vinnie, being naturally white, made the best canvas and a couple of the artists begged for the opportunity to work their magic, seeing his fur as a development opportunity for their artistic growth.
"Mays well take the shirts off and get your chests done boys" Charlie suggested as she noticed a plethora of backpackers walk past with next to nothing on.
Vinnie didn't need to be told twice, Throttle took a bit of persuading and the ladies solved the blushing Modo's dilemma by grabbing one side of his shirt each, and ripping it in half when he wasn't looking.
At the women's insistence, the artists quickly set to work covering the rest of the biker mice in florid artwork.
"What did you tell the guy to paint on Stoker's butt cheeks?" Carbine asked Charlie.
"The hear-no-evil and speak-no-evil monkeys, too late for the see-no-evil monkey. He scampered as soon as Stoker arrived in the lobby!" Charlie replied, averting her eyes from the dancing primates as Stoker tried to get a better look at his new temporary tattoos.
Once everyone was painted up, the crew set off to join the thousands of revellers on the beach. Stoker purchased a bucket from a nearby stall and they worked as a team to get it down.
"Oohhhh, don't want too many of those!" Charlie said, as the Thai red-bull laced alcohol started creeping through her system.
Their alien DNA enabling them to tolerate alcohol better than humans, the mice merely chuckled at the lightweight amongst them.
"Where's that wildfire I married in Vegas?!" Vinnie teased, daring his wife to let loose and enjoy herself.
Charlie opened her mouth to protest something about being responsible for everyone's safety, but Carbine grabbed her around the waist and pulled her tight against her.
"Come on girlfriend, let's show these amateurs how to party!" she said with a grin, dragging the astonished human with her.
Carbine and Charlie plunged into the crowd, a whooping Stoker hot on their heels and the biker mice excitedly following suit.