Hey, Fanfiction readers! It's LadyDaisys. Sorry, it's taken me so long to get back to you. Been under the weather but I'm coming back. And I will be updating Blood Ties, eventually. I watched the first pilot episode of I Dream of Jeannie on YouTube. So I just had to write this story. It's based off that episode. It's been in my head for days. So enjoy.
Throttle and The Genie
Lawrence Limburger was on his way to Florida. He had a new plan. Plutark needed natural gas for their power plants. The greedy, gelatinious space aliens had used up the natural resources on their own planet so now they were reduced to plundering other planets. The High Chairman of Plutark had been after Limburger to get him what he asked for. The Big Cheese remembered their last meeting with fear and loathing.
He was sitting at his desk glaring and upset at his most recent defeat at the hands of the Biker Mice. When suddenly, the vidscreen on desk came on to display Lord Camenbert himself.
"Limburger!" He shouted.
"Uh, your most gracious High Chairman. Greetings." Limburger replied, with a fake smile and bowing, "How you grace me with your presence."
"Never mind the groveling. Have you forgotten the Plutarkian greeting?" Lord Camenbert asked, in shock.
The Big Cheese cringed. He hated the Plutarkian greeting. He was the only Plutarkian of his kind that did. He hated it as much as he hated the Biker Mice.
"Really, Lord Camenbert, must I?" He hesitated.
"NOW!" The High Chairman bellowed.
With a sigh, Limburger got down on all fours. The High Chairman followed suit till the two aliens' butts were touching the screen.
"Cheek to cheek and stink to stink as Plutark rules the galaxy shrink! Woooooo!" They both said in unison.
Then proceeded to make disgusting arm pit noises with their arm pits.
"Ahhh, much better." Lord Camenbert replied, satisfied, "Now, did I not send you to Earth to teleport Earth's natural resources to Plutark?"
"You did indeed, High Chairman."
"Then why haven't we received them?! Either do your job, Limburger, or you'll be replaced with someone who is more capable of launching this invasion than you. I'll cut off your expenses."
"Oh, I am planning to acquire sand and other things of this planet even as we speech." Limburger replied.
"You'd better or no more money!"
"Oh, no, please! Not that, Lord Camenbert. I have to have money!" Limburger pleaded.
"Get me the resources today or else!"
The High Chairman's vid screen went black.
The Big Cheese was in a quandry. Where was he going to find enough natural resources to satisfy the High Chairman? Plus, every time he hatched a plot to steal anything from the Earth people, the Biker Mice were right there to stop him.
The Big Cheese pressed a button on a vid screen in his office to display the under ground laboratory of Dr. Carbunkle. The red haired, thin faced doctor was in the process of experimenting on his test subject, Fred the Mutant by stapling his head shut.
"Hey, Doc. Add some more staples so I can pick up any radio station that I like!" Fred crowed, happily.
"Oh, shut up!" Carbunkle yelled back.
"Carbunkle!" Limburger cried out.
Carbunkle turned from Fred to glance over at the vid screen to see Limburger.
"You bellowed, Your Cheddar Cheesiness?" Carbunkle replied.
"I need natural resources some place other than Chicago. Any ideas?" He asked.
"Well, we could try some place warm."
"But where?" Then the Big Cheese happened to glance at a globe in his office. His finger landed on the location of Florida.
He found out from Carbunkle that there were plenty of natural resources such as sand and other minerals in Cocoa Beach, Florida.
"And the best part is there are none of those meddling motorcycle moles around to stop me!" He grinned.
Meanwhile, at the scoreboard card at Quigley Field. Throttle, Vinnie, and Modo were playing a relaxing and challenging game of football.
"Vinnie gets the ball..."The energetic white mouse announced getting the football away from Throttle while he and Modo chased him. Both mice tackled him then all three of them collided into Charley who had just stepped into their door.
"Did we make a touchdown?" Modo asked.
"More like a squash down." Throttle replied, holding up the squashed up ball.
"I'd totally make a play for you, sweetheart." Vinnie said to Charley, who looked annoyed as his eyebrows wiggled at her.
"Oh, get off me, you lummox!" She frowned, getting up.
"I'm sorry, Miss Charley Ma'am. The tackle was my idea." Modo said, with a downcast face.
Charley softened up at once. She could stay mad at Vinnie but never Modo. He was a big wooly teddybear.
"It's okay, Big Guy. Try to ease up on the horseplay. Not all of us are as rocksteady as you." She teased, playfully punching his metal shoulder.
"There a reason you're in such a rush, Charley girl?" Throttle asked her.
"I just heard Limburger has gone to Florida." Charley replied.
Modo and Vinnie were ready to celebrate.
"Let's party!" Vinnie crowed.
"Not so fast. That stinkfish is up to something. I say we go and crash his party." Throttle replied.
"Oh, yeah! My kind of music!" Modo cheered, fist in the air.
"True. A good fight with the Big Cheese gives me as much a rush as partying!" Vinnie said.
The three mice put on their helmets and got on their bikes. Charley hopped on Vinnie's red Sportsbike behind Vinnie. Her slender arms went around his waist. He handed her his helmet. She blushed as his fingers slightly brushed hers. The same blush shown in his face. He looked down so no one saw it.
"A road trip it is. So, what do you say, bros? Let's rock..."Throttle began.
"And ride!" Everyone said together.
The mice rode their motorcycles down the road and hit buttons on their bikes. The motorcycles flew into the air as hang glyders came out and they were now airborne.
Carbunkle had invented a floating Limburger Plaza building that flew the Big Cheese and his whole operation to Florida with no problem. The tower floated over the tops of buildings.
"This is perfect. No one will notice us." Limburger said.
"Uh, boss." Greasepit began.
"Not now, you cretin. I'm gloating." Limburger replied.
"But, boss. Them meeses on bikes is on own tail."
"What?"
Limburger pressed a button to see the Biker Mice's hang glyders flying behind Limburger's tower.
"Can I never be rid of that bothersome vermin?" He screamed, "Carbunkle, we have company!"
"No problem, Your Respectness, I shall eradicate those meddlesome moles once and for all!"
Carbunkle fired a laser cannon at the mice. They flew out of the way of the ray.
"Uh-oh, someone doesn't like us!" Throttle cried us.
"Someone that looks like that deranged doc!" Vinnie called back.
"No problem!" Modo said.
Modo fired his the laser cannon on his cybernetic arm. It knocked the cannon out of the crazy doctor's arms. He tried to flee when he was struck in the face by Throttle's fired up Nuke Knuckles. Within minutes, laser shots rang out. Greasepit and Limburger's Goon Squad came riding out in dune buggies firing at the mice.
The Biker Mice came riding toward them. Vinnie fired a missile on his bike blasting a dune buggie as it crashed into another one. Throttle smashed the two heads of two of Limburger's Goon Squad. One of the Goon Squad thought he had Modo cornered.
"Got you now, rat!" He said.
"Rat!" Modo yelled, as his single eye glowed red. He shot at the guy blasting him into the air. Modo then caught him and socked him.
Charley was carrying a blaster and while Vinnie rode, she blasted several dune buggies including Greasepit's bike causing them to crash. She and Vinnie then highfived each other.
Limburger was about to sneak up and shoot Modo.
"MODO!" Charley cried out, "Watch out!"
Throttle just finished dispatching a goon squad member. He shot the blaster out of Limburger's hand. Then he grabbed the Big Cheese by his shirt collar.
"You're going back to Mars to go on trial for your crimes against our planet, Stinky!" He cried out.
Unfortunately, during their fight with Limburger and his baddies, a shot had punctured the floating ship Limburger had Carbunkle construct. The floating plaza began tilting over. Several of them were losing their balance. Throttle was trying to keep from falling off and during the shifting, he lost his grip on Limburger's collar. The Big Cheese took advantage of this and ran away. Throttle tried to run but was thrown off the tower.
"THROTTLE!" Vinnie called out.
Fortunately, Throttle's bike caught his falling form.
"Thanks, baby." Throttle said, lovingly patting his bike.
Suddenly, his bike began acting up and a small trickle of smoke came from it. He looked up to see he was too far away from the ship. His bike began descending. His hang glyder had a small rip in one of its wings. He was falling.
"Oh, man...What am I gonna do? I have to land. And pray it's a soft landing and one I can walk away from." He thought.
Then he saw it. An island surrounded by deep blue ocean. The tan furred mouse had never seen anything as beautiful as that ocean. The blue green water seemed to call out to him. The last time he saw oceans and streams were before the Plutarkians took over Mars and turned it into a dessert. Now he saw the white sand and the large rocks that sat on the island as if they belonged there. He deployed the parachute that shot out of the back of his bike.
The tires of his bike touched sand and he braced himself to crash.
Meanwhile, on the Limburger's ship, his floating tower quickly began deflating.
"What happened to Throttle?" Charley asked.
"I don't know. We gotta find him." Vinnie replied.
"But first, we gotta get off this floating heap. It's gonna crash!" Modo told them.
"Oh, saves me! I'm two's young to die!" Greasepit cried out, holding Charley in fright.
"Let go of me, you overgrown grease monkey!" Charley yelled.
"You heard her, grease pig! Let the lady go!" Vinnie yelled, pulling him away from her.
The ship lurched knocking the big greasy guy off the ship. He wouldn't fell if Modo hadn't grabbed him by his overall straps.
"Hope Throttle is okay." Modo said.
Throttle looked at his now crashed motorcycle. He was alive and unhurt. Any crash you can walk away from was always a good thing. Or so he thought. His bike was gone. His lady. Someone who has been through hell and back with him for as long as he could remember.
"Thank you, baby. From the bottom of my heart...I'll...always be grateful to you." He now told the smashed up heap that had once been his bike.
A lump welled up in his throat. This was worse that anything. He was now a warrior without wheels. He knelt down in the sand and wrote SOS on the ground. Then thinking the ocean would wash it away began frantically looking for smooth stones to make out the message. He found a few and was able to write SO as well as part of the last letter. He started searching again when he saw a strange looking glass bottle a few inches from him.
It was the color of the ocean. It resembled a wine decanter. It rolled by itself near his feet. He picked it up looking puzzled. A large stopper covered up the top. He opened it. Suddenly, there was a noise that sounded like steam. Within minutes, a pink vapor came out of the bottle.
It took form a few feet from him. There standing before him was a female genie! She was arrayed in a pink and red genie outfit with pointed, curved pink shoes with a hint of gold trim on them. Her hair was blond and in a high ponytail. She was a Martian Mouse with pale light gray fur.
She now bowed and knelt in front of the stunned tan furred mouse.
"Your wish is my command, O' master." She spoke, in fluent Persian.
She now looked up. A bright light came into her blue eyes which were as blue as a cornflower and as deep as the ocean. Joy beamed into her face as she glanced up into the face of the handsome young manmouse. Within minutes, she got up and ran to him. Her slender arms went around his neck and she kissed him on his lips. Then she pulled back to glance at him.
"Whoa...I must've hit my head harder than I thought." He said, smiling slightly at the girl who continued to gaze at him in delight.
"Anything yet, Modo?" Vinnie asked.
"Nothing." Modo said, checking the scanner on his bike, "Still haven't found him."
"Well, that's one less meddlesome mouse I won't have to worry about." Limburger said.
"Correction. We'll be your problem, fishface." Vinnie replied.
"If anything happens to Throttle, you're gonna be grilled cheese!" Modo declared, grabbing a frightened Limburger by the throat.
"Guys, the ship is falling!" Charley cried out.
"Then fasten your seat belt, Charley-girl! 'Cause we're about to fly."
The two mice dived off the sinking air tower.
"You know, Charley-girl told me and my bros stories about genies. But I never thought I'd see one." Throttle said, as the genie girl lovingly rubbed his cheek.
"Hey, don't I get some wishes or something? Three, I think it was." He said.
The girl looked at Throttle but all she spoke was Persian.
"I wish you could speak my language and understand me." He said.
Almost immediately, the girl began to speak in plain English.
"You must tell me how I can please thee, master." She said, in a sweet and pleasant voice.
"I gotta get off this island. I wish my bike was the way it was before it crashed." he said, sighing as he glanced sadly at his bike.
The genie girl quickly folded her arms, blinked her eyes, and nodded. Within seconds, Throttle's sweet ride was no longer a burned-up, smoking heap of lead. It was completely repaired and looked brand new.
"You did it! My bike is back to normal!" The tan- furred mouse cried out in complete joy, hugging and lovingly patting his bike, then turning to the genie, "How can I ever thank you?"
"I shall show thee, master!"
Within minutes, her arms went around his neck and she kissed him more intensely than before. Her lips were locked onto his. Without him knowing it, his strong, muscular arms went around her waist drawing her towards him. Soon they were necking and making out. Then he caught himself.
"I-I can't!" He said.
"Did I do something to displease thee, master?" She asked, puzzled.
"No, you didn't do anything wrong. I can't wait to tell my bros back in Chicago about you." He said, taking her by the hand.
"Oh, I will follow thee anywhere, master!" The genie girl happily replied.
"Throttle, come in." Modo's voice ran out on his bike. He went to answer it.
While this went on, the genie girl slyly smiled then turned into a pink vapor and went into her bottle. It rolled inside a small duffel bag Throttle had next to his bike.
"I'm on an island. Follow these coordinates."
Soon, Vinnie and Modo found him on the island.
"Nice place for a party." Vinnie said, looking around.
"What happened to the stinkfish and Carbunkle?" Throttle asked.
"They got away."Modo replied.
Charley was examining Throttle's bike for any damage.
"Thank goodness everything seems okay."
Vinnie picked up Throttle's bag. Suddenly, there was a girlish giggle.
"You say something, Charley-girl?" Vinnie asked her.
"Nothing."
"C'mon, let's head back to Chicago." Throttle said.
Throttle took his duffel bag from Vinnie and put in the back compartment of his bike.
As soon as they arrived at the scoreboard, Throttle placed his duffel bag on his bed. He got a call from Mars. It was Carbine. She was the leader of the Martian Resistance on Mars. She had just arrived on Earth. She was also Throttle's girlfriend. When they got to the Last Chance Garage, Carbine and Charley were there. The raven haired Martian Mouse warrior warmly greeted her beloved.
"What's up, Carbine?" He asked.
"Plenty, Mighty Mouse. The Pink Bloom was stolen by a mercenary rat working for the stinkfishes. They brought it here to Earth to give to Limburger. We also found out that there's a meeting between several Plutarkian bosses. Your job is to get the bloom back and find out what the stinkfishes are planning." She replied.
"For that, I'm gonna need some stuff I have back at the scoreboard." Throttle replied, getting on his bike and putting on his helmet.
The tan furred mouse helped Carbine on his bike as she climbed up behind him. Vinnie and Modo rode with him on their own bikes. They rode to the scoreboard and went inside.
"Is someone using the shower?" Carbine asked.
Everyone heard the sound of running water. Someone was indeed using their shower. Vinnie activated his flares while Modo aimed his laser cannon at the bathroom. Throttle was taking out his blaster when he stopped. There, sitting in a chair next to his duffel bag was the strange bottle he found on the island. It was the bottle the genie came out of! He didn't imagine seeing the genie. Carbine was approaching the doorway of the bathroom when Throttle ran to stop her.
"No. Don't go in there!" He told her.
"Why not?" Carbine asked him.
"I-just don't want you to see how dirty and unkept we left our bathroom." Throttle lied.
Within minutes, the girl genie stepped out dressed in nothing but a large white shirt, She was barefoot and her blond hair was still tied up in a high ponytail. Vinnie and Modo looked surprised. They quickly lowered their weapons.
"Master, aren't you going to intrude me to your friends?" The genie asked Throttle, sweetly.
"Yeah, uh, master, who's your friend?" Vinnie asked, laughing, "And how long we're you planning on keeping this secret?"
"There's nothing to tell. I'm as shocked as you." Throttle replied.
Modo was chuckling. Charley was shocked. Carbine clearly was pissed off.
"What is THAT GIRL doing here?" Carbine asked, angrily, pointing at the smirking genie.
"Uh, well?" Throttle was looking nervous.
The genie girl, on the other hand, was enjoying this little drama.
"Carbine, bros, Charley-girl, this is Genie." Throttle replied, with difficulty.
Genie nodded to everyone.
"Are you cheating on me?!" Carbine accused.
"No. Of course not. Everyone go. I need to have a talk with our guest."
"Aw, c'mon, bro. This is getting good." Vinnie said.
"Now, Vincent."
"Let's go." Charley grabbed Vinnie by the arm.
"We'll wait outside for you." Modo said.
"Get rid of that girl, Throttle." Carbine told him before leaving.
"What is SHE doing here?" Genie asked Throttle, angrily folding her arms and walking away.
"She happens to be my girlfriend." Throttle replied.
"Thou art kidding." Genie huffed, "That black haired demon could never make thee happy."
Genie then turned to Throttle smiling.
"I can do more for thee than she could." Genie said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Within minutes, her lips were locked onto his. Her kisses became as intense as before. Gentle kisses that took his breath away. He soon found himself kissing her back. Then he pulled away.
"I can't do this. I'm sorry." He said.
"I've spent three thousand years in that bottle. I waited for someone to free me from it. Then I met you and saw your wise face. It was your hand that freed me from that bottle. For that I will always be grateful." Genie said, taking Throttle's hand in her own and holding it to her cheek, "I owe thee my life, dear master. I have loved you since that time."