Biker Mice from Mars

"A Hard Luck's Night"

Pt 1

"Note This Story takes place in between the events of "Once Upon a Time on Mars" of the 1996 series and the "Adventure Begins" of the 2006 Series. "

Dusk has just fallen over the City of Chicago. The Night Sky was starting to emerge and push the red glow of the setting sun to the west past the horizon. A warm breeze from the east was blowing in off the Great Lake of Michigan. A Distant Thunderstorm flashed lightning out over the distant waters, a sure sign that spring was coming to the Midwest of the United States. Most signs of a Nice Relaxing time, but not always a common event in the Windy City of Chicago. Tonight would be no different. The cloudless sky above the noisy city flashed with bizarre red, and yellow flashes. Seconds later it was followed by loud cracks of weird-sounding thunder! The night sky again lit up with odd colors and weird booming sounds! Bright and Loud enough that everyone in Chicago looked up and took notice. A general thought of WEIRD crossed nearly everyone's mind because there were no storm clouds above or even near the city! Those thoughts of Weird soon changed to Uh Oh as a Bright Green Fireball came shooting out of the sky heading straight down towards the middle of the city! Down it came until it looked almost at the top of the skyscrapers of the city it suddenly shot off at a very sharp angle! This brought another thought to most people in Chicago, the thought of "what the…?". One set of very inhuman eyes weren't filled with fear or wonder but a deep greedy malevolence. These eyes stared out from a certain Fortress like Tower which rumbled with a deep laugher as they watched the Green Fireball shoot out toward the open fields and county to the west of the city. This was a night that some in Chicago would remember for a long, long time!

A short time later another set of eyes, 3 sets of eyes -1 eye to be exact were also rocketing west of the city. Those eyes belonged to Throttle, Vinnie, and Modo. Shy Town's Greatest Heroes the Biker Mice from Mars! "Awww Man I love these country highways!" Vinnie yelled! "Especially at night when there isn't anybody but us on them but for us and we can open up our bikes and cut loose!" Vinnie continued and with that gunned his bike's engine leaped into the air and performed a triple summersault before landing in between Throttle and Modo, nearly causing them to go off the road. "Whoa, Mama!" gasped Modo as he pulled his motorcycle Lil Hoss back into the proper lane. "Just because there isn't anybody else out here doesn't mean you can ignore ALL the Rules of Road Safety ya goofball!" Modo said. "Killjoy." Vinnie scoffed at him. "That and We aren't out here to have Fun Vincenzo." Throttle cut in, "We are out here to find that whatever it was that came shooting out of the sky, because whatever it is, it sure as heck wasn't no shooting star!" Throttle said and then cut off Vinnie on the road to take the lead while doing a wheelie, just to rub it in Vinnie's ego. "Hmph" snorted Vinnie at having his fun cut short. "Yeah cause that sure wasn't no shooting star, that was a SpaceCraft of some kind. "cut in Modo. 'We've seen enough of those to know that much".

"We've been in enough of them to know that' Vinnie laughed. Throttle laughed at that, being reminded of how they first came to Earth in the first place. Their ship being shot down by a Plutarkian Stench Carrier and them crashing into a scoreboard at the Quigley Field Stadium. That almost felt like a couple of lifetimes ago now after all the adventures over the last few years. Shaking his head to bring himself back to the present-day Throttle turned to his bro's and said. "We gotta find that thing before the human authorities do because there is no telling who or what that ship was carrying. "

"Do you think Limburger has something to do with it?" Vinnie asked. "What are the chances are that He doesn't? "Modo growled at being reminded of their most hated enemy. The Foul-smelling Fished Faced Plutarkin. 'Well if you put it like THAT.' Vinnie replied. "Yeah, if Limburger isn't involved with this, I'll write Greasepit's Mom a Valentine Letter." Joked Throttle. "Because whatever is in that ship spells only Bad News for both Chicago and US!" He finished. "Good thing Martian Radar is better than Earth Radar then cause the humans are off course but not by all that much." Vinnie sad and pointed off to the north where in the distance a line of lights could be seen about a half dozen or so miles off to the north of them. Throttle used His's helmets visor to zoom in on the lights, and sure enough, it was a long line of police cars, both city and county, and some green vehicles with military markings on them, also a few black unmarked vehicles, clearly belonging to certain Government Agencies the Mice would particularly really NOT Like to Meet! Not unless they wanted to wind up on several small chunks in freezers someplace. There were also quite a few Helicopters overhead too, police, military, government, and a few News Agencies on the end as well. Throttle was happy that they were all the way over there! "Yo Bros, there it glows!" Modo shouted and pointed at a faint green glow out in the middle of a field off the side of the road. The three mice pulled a quick jump off the road and landed over the fence into the field. Modo and Throttle ignoring Vinnie complaining about the mud on his bike, which He had just WASHED! Almost in the exact center of the field in a deep pit surrounded by churned up and smoking dirt and mud was the object of their search. About the size of a Van and colored an ugly metallic green sat what looked like a cross between a trash can and a really ugly fish. Round and grooved and with sharp spikey fins. "That is an Escape Pod." Throttle said. "Do you recognize the make?" Vinnie asked. "Nope." Replied Modo. "It almost looks Plutarkian, but this lacks even the style and finesses those Stink Fishes put on their craft." Throttle stated. "Well as My Gray Furred Mama always says, the only way to figure it out is to figure it out." "Your Mama's the Coolest." Smirked Vinnie. "Darn Straight She is." Modo said Proudly. Throttle just rolled his eye and jumped down into the pit and made his way over to the crafts escape hatch, which was slightly open. He carefully reached out and touched it, it was still warm but cooling off fast. Whoever built this thing knew how to build them? Throttle reached out with both paws and tugged on the hatch. It wouldn't budge. He tried again but still, it didn't move. Vinnie smiled, flexed his arms walked over, and pushed Throttle out of the way and then he tugged on the hatch. It didn't move. Throttle smirked. Vinnie snarled reached out again and tugged even harder this time. Same Result. Vinnie continued to tug in vain, not wanting to admit that He needed help. Throttle just sighed reached back over and joined in. Both tugged, and it still didn't move. They both tried again but harder. Modo who had been calmly watching His bro's egos slowly deflate just smiled walked over, and reached out his metal robotic arm, grabbed the edge of the hatch, and with a loud crunch nearly ripped the hatch off at its hinges. Throttle and Vinnie fell back on their backsides into the mud with a loud squelch. "Uh, thanks, big guy." Throttle grumbled as he wiped some of the mud off the seat of his pants. "Ahh, that is Not where I want That kind of Stain on My Pants!" whined Vinnie as he tried to restore his own dignity.

Modo just smiled and turned and climbed into the craft. Throttle and Vinnie joined him. "Woof it stinks in here." Modo declared while pinching his nose with his left paw. "Yeah, it does." Said Throttle, "But it isn't a Plutarkian Stink." "Yeah, it just as bad but different somehow." Vinnie joined in. "It's not that kinda stink of something you don't want to step in barefoot-like Plutarkian stink," Modo replied. "Gross!' Vinnie said while pretending to gag. "This is more like Rancid Meat." Throttle "added. "Whatever was in here obviously isn't in here anymore." He finished. "Yeah and one guess on where whatever it is going." Modo sighed as he looked over Throttle's shoulder and back towards Chicago. "Well, there's something in here," Vinnie said pointing at some green slime in a little puddle on the floor. He then stuck a couple of his fingers in it and put his fingers up for the Bro's to see. They both just gaped at him. Vinnie just stared back at them before his eyes grew big and let out a loud OWWWHHHH and shook his fingers back and forth rapidly. "That stuff burns!" He gasped. Throttle just shook his head. "Didn't anybody teach you not to stick your fingers into stuff when you don't know what it is?" Modo asked. Puffing on his fingers Vinnie just looked at him and replied, "How else am I supposed to FIGURE IT OUT!?" and with that rubbed his fingers clean on Modo's breastplate. Modo's eye glows red as he glared down at the innocently smiling Vinnie. "OK You two Bozo's that's enough clowning around, we gotta destroy this thing before the humans find it and get back to Chicago and find out just What Was inside." Throttle said. "Yeah, we don't want the humans getting ahold of any dangerous alien tech they ain't ready for yet." Modo added. "Yeah, we're all the dangerous aliens the Earth needs." Vinnie Joked. "Haha." Modo said. "So just HOW are we supposed to destroy this thing" He asked. "Well, we could just do this." Vinnie said and hit a big red button that looked like it said Destruct to him. "No Vinnie Don't!" Throttle said. Beep went the button as Vinnie pushed it. 'Self-Destruct Activated" blurted out an Electronic Voice that sounded like something a Death Metal Singer would sell their soul to get. "Total Destruction in 15 Seconds…14 Seconds' it continued. 'Oh, Mama!' Modo said. "Whoa!" gasped Vinnie. "Let's Get Out of HERE!" Throttle yelled! 10 Seconds said the Machine and the Walls started to glow and build up with the heat. 'Ow Ow Its Getting Hot!' Modo Said. "Move it, Big Guy!' Vinnie said as he tried to push past both Modo and Throttle. HeyGeyOffMyTailYourBlockingTheExitMakeWayMakeWayOuchThatHotWatchYourElbow! All three of them starting yammering as they bumped and bouncing off each other attempting to get out of the Craft! Just as the countdown hit 5 seconds they managed to pop out of the hatch, landing in the mud just outside and scramble up the side of the pit and throw themselves flat on the ground One second later the Glowing Red Hot Escape Pod Exploded in a Huge whooshing Blast that disintegrated the pod into fine dust and throwing a huge amount of dirt into the air. Modo and Throttle raised their heads up from the ground and slowly turned to give Vinnie a dirty look. "What?" asked Vinnie. "That couldn't have worked out better." He said matter of fact. That is when the gooey aftermath of the explosion came raining down on them. "Well, the Humans won't be getting ahold of it." Vinnie mumbled. "Speaking of whom, they are sure to have seen the blast, we gotta get outta here and get back to Chicago." Throttle sighed while picking himself up out of the dirt and trying to brush some of the goo off. "Yeah Charley should be waiting for us at Quigley with Dinner!" said Vinnie, both looking forward to snarfing down some Hot Dogs and getting to see His Fav Earth Girl. "Uhh Bros.' Said Modo. "I don't think all of this stuff on us is just mud." "Whattyamean?" questioned Vinnie. MOOO went several of the Cows standing around in the field. "WAUUUGHHH NASTY!" yelled Vinnie and with that The Bros ran back to their bikes.

At that moment, Charley aka Charlene Davidson was indeed waiting for her 3 fuzzball friends at the Quigley Field Snack Shack. She has been waiting for now more than 45 minutes, and she was Not Happy! "I should know better by now." She grumbled to herself. "We will meet you at Exactly 7 o'clock they said.' She sighed. At least she had learned not to buy the hot dogs until she actually saw them at this point. She loved those knuckleheads with all her heart, but they couldn't tell time any better than their blind cousins from a certain nursery rhyme. She was sitting at an empty picnic bench next to the snack stand next to the stadium's parking lot. The Game had started 30 minutes ago so there was almost no one at the snack stand, just about 4 other people, and the one at the head of the line was just getting his order. The 2 standing closest to her were deep in a conversation she was only hearing bits of due to her being distracted by her own problems. They were a Big Guy and a Little Guy. The Little Guy asked the Big Guy a question. "Hey, Fred, I gotta question for ya." "Ask away Barn.' Said the Big Guy, the first person in line walked away and the one next stepped up. "What can I get you pal?" asked the Snack Vendor. "Uhhh?" said the Biker. "Do you smell something Funny Fred?" asked Barn the Little Guy. "Uhhh You got that one Fizzy Drink?" asked the Biker. " I got lots of Fizzy Drinks Pal." Replied the Vendor. "This is Chicago Barn, you are going to need to be more specific." Replied Fred, "That fizzy drink the color of the underbelly of a Togaliran Wobbler, the color, burple?." Replied the Biker. "A WHAT? BUPLE!?" gasped the Vendor. "Funny Burnt." Said Barn. "Now that you mention it, yeah I do." Replied Fred. "How about those little round things with the holes in the middle?" asked the Biker. "All I got is what is on the Menu Buddy." Snarled the now getting annoyed Snack Vendor. "Yeah, Burnt, so what do you think Fred." Asked Barney. "I think we should get our snacks somewhere else." Fred said and with that, both he and Barney walked away. At this point, some of the 2 jumbled up conversations managed to get Charley's attention. She watched as the Big Guy and Little Guy walked away and she thought to herself that she too had noticed a funny burnt smell. A Funny yet Very Familiar set of Burnt Smells. Burnt Metal, and Wiring. Not an uncommon smell to any seasoned mechanic, but there was also a smell of burnt leather, also another smell she was all to familiar with. A smell of Burnt Fur! A very Familiar Type of Burnt Fur! Charley slowly turned her head to look at the "Biker" standing at the Snack Counter. He was about Vinnie's height, shy an inch or so. He had on a tattered and very worn dark leather trench coat, and black pants in just as sorry a state. His one leather boot was also in about the same dilapidated condition. His other "Boot" looked like it was some kind of odd metal armor or leg brace? She couldn't really tell from here, but she was getting a Modo's Arm type of vibe from it. On His head, he wore a just as battered Green Helmet, in the motocross style. It was covered in chips, scratches, and cracks. It looked to be held together with duct tape. It was also very oddly proportioned. In a very Familiar Way! Proportioned to hold in a Rather Large set of Ears! Coming out from the back of the helmet was long unkempt hair. It came to about halfway down his back. It was also Blue. If it was a dye job, it was the best she had ever seen. That was when she saw the real clincher because that is when she saw what at first looked like a cloth bandage wrapped whip hanging from his belt, at least that is what she thought until she saw the blue hair portions of it and the fact that it was TWITCHING!

"I ain't got all night pal. You going to order anything or not?" Growled the Snack Vendor. "I, uh, um, that is.." stammered the Biker. At this point, the Vendor looked at the Biker more closely. "Wait a minute. You got any Money to pay for anything?" He asked. The Biker reached into all his pockets before looking back at the Vendor. "Can I have a glass of water?" he asked. "Get out of here you Bum before I call a Cop!" He shouted. The Biker hung his head down and turned and with a slight clicking limp walked away. Charley watched him walk away, she was still trying to build up the courage to stand up and walk up to him when she watched him walk over to a motorcycle at the edge of the parking lot next to the snack area. She then noticed his "motorcycle". It was about as battered and worn out looking as him. It was also one of the most oddly built bikes she had ever seen. It was made from all different kinds of parts that didn't seem to go together. It was a kind of faded green color, mixed with a lot of rust. It also looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a decade or so. That is when she also noticed that the Bike was looking back at Her! Up connected in between the mismatched and bent handlebars was a camera of some kind that was swiveling to look at her, and at the biker. The biker sat down on the ground next to the bike and wrapped one arm around his stomach and put his other hand on the front tire of the bike. Charley stood up and slowly made her way over. The Bike watched her make her way over. Taking a deep breath, she got next to the biker held out her hand and said. "Um Mr. Martian Sir?" The Biker's Helmeted Head snapped around to look at her like a whip. Charley took a step back. That is when a Loud Voice that sounded like a Chainsaw cutting into a steel barrel roared down from above them. "THERE IT IS, DESTROY IT!" Then the parking lot literally exploded, and Charley fell into a purple laced icy darkness.

Just on the outskirts of Chicago, Throttle, Modo, and Vinnie were just roaring into the city. "Oh Man, we are late," Vinnie whined. "Charley is gonna kill us.". "She will get over it." Throttle said, not really believing it himself. He had been the one that assured her they wouldn't be late...for once. "She might be more disappointed if we don't stop off at a car wash first," Modo said to remind his two bros of their less than sparkling conditions. "Uh don't remind me." Gagged Vinnie, as he looked at the "Mud" that was all over him, his bros, and their bikes. That Car Wash Idea sounded urgent to him. Now if they could just find one that would let them Ride thru with their bikes. "Hey, you guys shut up!" barked Throttle. "Switch your helmet radios over to the police frequencies, quick!" He ordered. They did and they heard this. *Attention All Units. Attention All Units. Respond to the Quigley Field Parking Lot. We are getting reports of… get this… Giant Robot Shark Monsters Blowing Up Everything in Sight! Repeat. Giant Robot Shark Monsters blowing up everything in sight. Another fun night in Shy Town. Stay Safe Boys and Girls*. "Oh, Mama Do you think That is what was inside the Escape Pod?" Modo asked. "Forget that!" Yelled Vinnie! "Charley is at the Stadium waiting for Us!" "Oh Man you are right Vinnie lets Rock and .." started Throttle before he was drowned out by a long line of Police Cars, Fire Trucks, and other Emergency Vehicles roaring past them with their lights and sirens going. "Uh, continue at a legal speed so as not to attract any of the Law Enforcements attention." Continued Throttle. "Rarrrghh Not Now!" growled Vinnie. Barely able to control himself from blasting into high speed. Only Throttle and Modo literally pinning him in with their bikes stopped him. They themselves felt every bit as nervous as him, but they knew that the kind of attention from the Chicago Authorities was Not the kind they needed to draw right now. They just had to hope Charley would be ok. They were so distracted by this that they all 3 failed to notice a very familiar set of Work Vans and weaponized road racers setting alongside the street as they rode past. Once the mice were out of sight. Greasepit and a bunch of Goons came out from hiding behind the vehicles. "Hey does Dumb Mouseies didn't sees Us!" Greasepit laughed! "Dis is Great! Da Boss was Right! Huh huh Does Stoopid Squeekers is gonna be so busy dat dey won't notice what we is doing. Back ta Woik Youse Goons! We gotta City to obliterate!" He said and He and the Goons went back to their nefarious task for once not having to fear getting beaten down by the Biker Mice.

About 15 long agonizing minutes later, the bros finally pulled up to the Stadium Parking Lot, or at least what was left of it. The parking lot was in utter chaos! There were flipped, crushed, and burning vehicles everywhere! There were also fires and blast craters all over the place. Somehow the Stadium itself which was full of people has been spared any damage in the attack. Listening to the police radios, miraculously there had been no one hurt in the attack. Everyone had been in the stadium watching the game. Closest there was to a victim was the Snack Counter Vendor. He had to be restrained. His snack counter was now nothing more than a smoking hole in the ground. He was ranting and raving about if he ever got his hands on some bum…they didn't hear the rest as he was put into the back of an ambulance. Vinnie wasn't all that far behind him. He was literally hopping up and down. "Where is She? I don't see her anywhere! She better be OK, if anything happened to her, I am gonna…" He was saying before He couldn't say anymore. Throttle and Modo were just as worried about Charley but able to at least keep their tails on their bike seats. Throttle did his best to calm his agitated bro down. "Keep calm Vincent, you heard the Police. They said there wasn't anybody that got hurt." He said. "Yeah, calm down little bro, Charly ma'am is levelheaded enough to duck when things get heavy. "Modo chimed in. "She learned that much from living with us the last couple of years." Throttle added. Vinnie just kept grinding his teeth and trying to look in every direction at once. "Hey, got something coming in on the radio!" Modo said. " They are saying they got reports of the Shark Monsters attacking some guy on a weird superbike and that it took off towards the south side of town, and that there was a Brown Haired Woman that the biker grabbed before getting chased off!" Modo blurted out. "Weird Super Bike? "wondered Throttle? "Did you guys do not hear that? This freak grabbed Charley and headed south. Let's GO!" Vinnie Shouted, already turning his bike in that direction. Throttle and Modo knew that there was no way that they could convince their young hot-headed friend that maybe it wasn't Charley, but even they didn't really believe it wasn't. They just sighed and turned to follow Vinnie. All 3 were ready to ROCK & RIDE again…. only to once again find themselves surrounded on the road by a dozen or so cop cars. How Vinnie kept from exploding they will never know. Charley was having a bit of a nightmare of her own. It was something with the Jaws Movie Theme and the Terminator Soundtracks mixed together, and it was snowing? That didn't make any sense to her because she also thought she could smell Martian fur. No, she wasn't cold. Not anymore. She was wearing a fur coat, made of Martian Fur! No! That can't be right!? Charley then woke up! She was lying on a hard concrete floor. It was dark but there was some light coming from somewhere. She didn't quite have the strength to set up yet. Her whole body felt like it had been numb and was just starting to get that tingly sensation of feeling coming back into it, but she could move her head around. She was on a concrete floor in what looked like an abandoned parking tower. There were old and abandoned cars in places. The light was coming from a hole in the wall. The city lights were letting in just enough she could make that out. She could also hear things now. The City noises from outside and, yes, she could hear a voice now, a funny-sounding voice. Kind of scratchy, like someone who yelled too much, and it had a funny kind of electronic tinny-ness to it? She was pretty sure she had heard it before. She couldn't make out what it was saying, because it kept getting cut off by what sounded like an untuned motor and a bunch loose parts rattling together. The Mechanic in her couldn't stand that. She then found the energy to sit up. She realized why she was warm and could smell fur. She had on the Bikers old leather trench coat. It was putting out a good amount of heat. She looked at the collar and could see little buttons and switches, and a kind of airtight ring around the collar. It was more like a Space Suit than a coat she realized! That and it had a lot of loose blue fur hair in it. She spits a few of those out of her mouth and looked towards the voice and the noise. She looked over and saw the now Obvious Martian kneeling by his bike. It looked like they were arguing about something. With out his coat, even in this poor light, she could see his upper torso was covered in the odd-looking blue fur. He looked kind of skinny too. He still had his helmet on too. "Um, hello?" Charley choked out. The Biker looked at her and then dived for cover behind the bike, which from the bike popped out all kinds of blasters, missiles, and grenade launchers. The Bike also some now gave off the impression of a dog with its hackles raised and it sounded like it was growling at her. "Uh, it is ok, I won't harm you." She squeaked. That sounded ridiculous what with all those weapons pointed at her. She raised her hands to show she was unarmed but had to shake them to get them to pop out the ends of the jacket sleeves. She put her best smile on and kept real still. The Bike appeared to calm down a little and it put away at least half of its weapons. The Helmeted Head of the Biker slowly rose behind the bike. The bike's camera looked at him and seemed to urge him to go over and at least talk to her. He didn't seem to like the idea but went along with it, although as he slowly walked over, he kept his hands near a couple of blasters inside holsters attached to the sides of his chest. "How am I making Him this nervous?" Charley had to wonder to herself. "Hello, uh, thanks for the coat, it's really warm." She smiled at him.

"Yu,yu, your wel, welcome?" He stuttered in that scratchy tinny voice. "I don't mean to sound rude but, you are a Martian, aren't you?" Charley asked. "The Biker started to stutter a reply but stopped and simply nodded his head a few times. "OK, we got that out of the way, so can I ask you what happened back there? "She asked. " Yu, yo," He started to say and then He stiffened up in an obvious attempt to calm himself down. She noticed that he was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. There was an odd electric and ozone smell in the air that was followed by electrical crackling noise. He managed to visibly calm himself down (a bit) and answered her almost without stuttering. "Yu..You got hi, hit by a, a nu, null beam." He gasped. "Ok, something like a stun beam I take it?" She asked. He nodded. "Ok, Next question." She started. "Who shot me?" she asked but he didn't get the chance to answer as the Answers to the question came crashing thru the Ceiling, Walls, and Floors at that instant! Huge chunks of concrete flew everywhere! Charley ducked and the Biker fell over on his back with a thud. There were 5 of them and they were huge! All of them at least 9 to 11 feet tall! Except for the Leader which was obvious because it was 15 feet tall at least! 2 of the smaller ones attacked the bike with long metal trident things that were shooting out odd crackling energy beams into it, pinning it to the floor. One of the creatures was standing over the prone Charley pointing its trident at her face, it also crackling with power but not shooting her. The Leader was towering over the biker. The last one slightly taller than the others stood behind it. They were all clad in ugly armor in nasty green and gold combos. It looked like it had been in nasty polluted water for a year, and they smelled bad! Almost Plutarkian bad but different. That and they looked like Shark Men! Tall and slightly hunched over but looking like they would burst out of their armor at any second. The Leaders Helmet opened and folded up into recess around its "Neck". Its Head was Exactly like a Shark's Head only in the Same Green and Yellow Coloring as its armors. Its Eyes burned like Coals and its Teeth were like mini saws. When it spoke, Charley recognized it as the one that bellowed out in the parking lot. It reached down and picked up the biker in one clawed, gauntleted hand. It nearly wrapped all the way around him. "I have you at last. You pathetic piece of FILTH!" it Roared! The Hate in its horrible voice was coming off like heat! "Charley wondered what The Biker did to make this thing Hate him so much. "Oh, the Urge to rip you to pieces right now is almost unbearable!" It screamed in the Bikers face. "Remember the Agreement M.." The 2nd in command started to say before the Leader gave it a look that would melt steel. "Uh. I mean Remember the Contract on Its head Leader!" It said. "We must honor the contract!" It Finished! The Leader turned its massive head back to the biker and snarled! "Yes. We must honor the contract…for Now!" It Snarled. It then put the Biker down on his feet. He nearly fell over but was stopped when the Large Monster backhanded him with its huge hand across his chest with a bone-cracking slap that sent him crashing so hard into the concrete wall behind him, that he left a mouse-shaped indent in it before he fell down on to his hands and knees. "What should we do with the Pink Mammal Thing Leader?" The 2nd asked. "It is of no significance, slaughter it, and pass me a leg." The Leader Snarled. Charley nearly fainted again. The Monster standing over her raised its Trident and got ready to bring it swinging down on her. It was making a giggling noise behind its helmet. Charley hoped she didn't get sick before it hit. She just closed her eyes and whispered "Vinnie".

While this was going on, the two monsters on the motorcycle got distracted by the one getting ready to slaughter Charley and they weren't paying as much attention to the bike as they should have been because they let up enough with their attack on it for it to manage to open one weapon port and shoot out one grenade. A Very Powerful Flash Grenade! It went off blinding everyone in the room. The Leader let out a loud roar. The Grenade had literally gone off in its un-helmeted face. This gave the Biker enough time to raise his robot leg and put its foot up against the wall. With a loud Whoosh a Jet of flame shot out of the foot, rocketing the biker across the room, right into Charley who got the biker's helmet slammed into her stomach and they both flew out the big hole in the wall and out over the city! Having the wind knocked out of her and now having gale-force wind whipping all around her, Charley was having trouble getting her breath back. That and the Bikers Helmet was still pushing into her stomach. He also had a very tight grip on her with his arms wrapped awkwardly around her. She couldn't tell if he intended to grab her on his way out or not, but she was glad He did! They then started spinning around clockwise! "Whoooaaahhh!" Screamed Charley as she started to get really dizzy and feel airsick! On the Bikers' robot let a small foot peg popped out on its left side and He put his boot on it and pulled back! They stopped spinning and shot Straight up into the sky! Higher and Higher they went. The Cold in the Air snapped Charley back to reality! She managed to look around and see that they were a good couple of miles above Chicago! The Biker managed to pull his head out of Charley's stomach and lower her down to where she could investigate his visor only to see her own face reflected at her. Sputter, Cough, Pop, Poof went the Bikers Rocket Foot as its Jet died. They both looked at each other as they hung there in the air for a few seconds. "AAAAAAAAHHH!" They both screamed when they started to fall the long drop back towards the city below. They both hugged each other tighter as the Biker kicked at his leg trying to get the Jet back on! It wasn't happening! "Oh Great! "thought Charly. I go from being a Monster's Snack to Street Pizza in less than a minute!" The City was coming up fast beneath them! Charley saw a flash over the Biker's shoulder and for a brief instant hoped the Guys were at that moment rocketing up to save her like they always do! This time she was half right. It wasn't the Guy's but the Biker's odd bike! It came rocketing out of the Abandoned parking structure on jets of its own and was moving right at them! Charley started to smile until she realized the angles were off! The Bike was coming into high! She saw that the Biker didn't know it was coming and wasn't ready for it! WOOOMPH! The Bike's front Tire came right up in between the Bikers Legs! He nearly dropped Charley, but She managed to hang on to him! He nearly passed out! She didn't blame him if he did! That had to hurt! He then moved his hands down to her waist and lifted her up over his head and flipped her around. "Hey!" She yelled! She thought at first, he had tossed her away but when she landed in the bikes odd seat, she figured out what he had done. A second after she landed an actual seat belt shot out and wrapped around her. Holding her tight in place! She then noticed the bike's camera eye looking right at her. "Good Boy!" She thought and reached out and petted it. It seemed to like that. She then noticed that the Biker looked like he was about to fall off the wheel! She reached out and grabbed his shoulders! He seemed to come to enough to wrap his bandaged tail around the bikes front tire forks before he got woozy again. Charley looked over His shoulder and noticed something. Something Real Bad! The Bike was still firing its jets full blast and they were headed right towards the tallest building in Chicago! The Sears Tower! And the Biker seemed to have passed out again! That and she then noticed that with the Biker where he was the Bike couldn't see where it was going! "Turn, TURN TURN!" She Yelled and reached forward and started to shake the Bikers shoulders again. The Bike's Camera spun around confusedly. It couldn't see what was about to happen and was panicking! The Biker came too just in time to put his robot leg out in front of him and cross his arms in front of his chest when…. CRASH! They broke thru the Large Plate Glass Window on the side of the building and Kept Going! The Bikes Jets still firing! They smashed on thru the building! Thru Office Work Cubicle Walls! Desks with 90's Big Bulky Computers and Monitors! Thru Filing Cabinets! Thru a Wall! Across a Hall! Thru another wall and thru a bathroom! It was the Men's Room Charley notices as they smashed thru a few of the metal stall walls! Thru the other wall! Across a Hall, right past a mopping Janitor whose eyes nearly popped out of his head! Thru a large wooden door and into a large fancy office, and right thru the big wooden desk in it, and past the Couple hugging each with their clothes around their feet and right out the Pane Glass Window Behind it and back out into the Chicago Night Sky! The Poor Biker sitting on the front tire taking the brunt of it all had mercifully passed out again!

"Down, down, take us down!" Charley yelled at the bike! The Bike Obeyed and slowly started to cut back on its jets! The Bike managed to bring them down smoothly and gently into an empty side street, with Charley doing her best to guide it! It was a nice landing…until the front tire took grip on the street and started to spin… and its heavy gnarled tread bit into the seat of the Bikers Pants right under his tail! This woke Him right up! Bzzzrrrrappp went the tire! "YEEEEOOOOWWWWW!" Went the Biker! "Stop, Stop, STOP!" Yelled Charley when she realized what was happening! Screeech went the Bikes Brakes, bringing them to an almost instant stop! SNAP went the Bikers Tail as the forward inertia shot Him right off the Front Tire and rolling down the street head over heels! Thump, thump-thump he went down the street and right into an alley! CRASH, SMASH, BASH, BANG went the Biker as he hit all the piled-up garbage and refuse behind the building! Charley jumped off the bike and ran into the alley, with the bike right behind her. She found the Biker, buried under a mound of debris. All that could be seen of him was one gloved hand sticking out at the bottom of the pile and his smoking backside and legs sticking out of the top. He could be heard moaning muffled somewhere in the pile.

"Oh, My God." Charley Thought. "Welcome to Chicago." It was then that she noticed that they were just a couple of blocks away from the Last Chance Garage! Charley's Home in Chicago. "What a lucky Guy." Charley almost laughed out loud.

About 30 minutes later, Throttle, Modo, and about 5 seconds away from having a Major Meltdown, Vinnie, were still scouring the south side of Chicago looking for Charley! They had been listening to the Police Reports but other than the normal Chicago Chaos, they hadn't heard a thing. Throttle thought it was also lucky that the Gangs on the South Side were smart enough to give them a wide berth. No telling what Vinnie would do if any of them tried to start anything. Vinnie was practically Hysterical! Modo had had to slug him to stop yelling out Charley's name. "You're gonna wake up the whole dang neighborhood yelling like that!" Modo chided. "I Can't Help It!" Vinnie yelled. "We gotta Find her! If anything happens to her I will…" He said before he stopped before he could finish his sentence. Throttle kept quiet and scanned the area around them for any signs of their quarry. He couldn't blame Vinnie. He wanted to panic too, but He had been too well trained for that. He had Stoker to thank for that. Man, He hated being the Leader at times. Most of the time if he was honest. Throttle had been so distracted by his thoughts that he almost failed to notice how the lights in the area were flickering in and out. "That's odd. There haven't been any storms lately, I wonder what is causing that." He thought before a voice broke his line of thought as it blasted out over his radio, a very welcome voice! "Guys, where are you?" Charley shouted. Vinnie nearly had a stroke at hearing her voice. "Babe!" He shouted! "Charley ma'am You're Ok!?" Modo Blurted out. "Are We Glad to hear from you!" Throttle added. "Guys I.." Charley started to say before Vinnie cut her off. "Where the Heck have you been, I have been, I mean WE have been worried sick about!" Vinnie blurted out! "I.." Charley started to answer when this time Modo cut her off. "I am so glad your ok Charley Girl, I could almost sing!" Modo said. "Will You guys…" Charley started again before this time Throttle cut in "Please Modo, tonight has been bad enough without that!" He joked. "Har de har har!" Modo replied. "Guys, I have got to tell.." She tried again before Vinnie once more started up. "We have been looking all over for you for over 2 hours now, we are going to have a Serious Talk about how You run around too much. You gotta listen to Me, I mean Us more on this stuff Babe!" Vinnie said. " I what? Why You..No Wait I have got.." Charley said, almost losing her own train of thought after hearing what Vinnie said before once more Throttle stepped up to cut her off. "Calm down and let her talk Vinnie, she obviously is OK and that is all We need to know." He Said. "Yeah. That is the Most important thing." Modo Chimed in. "Oh for the love of…" Charley said. The guys kept talking until all 3 of them stopped. A Funny look coming over all of their faces before their paws shot up to try and cover their helmet covered ears. "OOWWWWW!" All 3 of them yelled as if something painful was assaulting their hearing. "I knew that Dog Whistle would come in handy." Charley said from the radio. "Now that I got your attention You Big-Eared Nincompoops." She said. "I have been TRYING to tell You that I am at the Last Chance Garage and You Need to Get Over Here NOW!" "Why Charlie, what's up?" Throttle asked. "What is UP is that I need your help with the Blue Furred Martian I am trying to stop from Bleeding out on my Couch is what!" She said. "Hello, are you guys there?" Charley asked after a few long seconds of silence. A record for those 3. All 3 of them were sitting on their bikes with their mouths hanging open. "Did, did You say a BLUE FURRED Martian Charley?!" Modo finally blurted out. "What does that matter, I need you.." she started to say before Modo cut her off. "DID YOU SAY BLUE FURRED CHARLEY!?" Modo yelled into his radio. "Yes, I did say Blue Furried, what what is …" She tried to say before she was drowned out by the sound of Modo opening Lil Hoss's Engines all the way and roaring down the road at full speed. 'We will be there in a few minutes Charley, just hang tight!" Throttle told her before he turned off his radio. "You don't think it could be…" Vinnie started to say but stopped. Giving Throttle an odd look. "Who Else could it Be!?" He replied. They both started up their bikes and did their best to catch up to Modo who was now long out of sight. Both of them far too distracted to notice that the flickering lights problem now seemed to be affecting several parts of Chicago.

At the Last Chance Garage, Charley was inside putting the contents of a First Aid Kit back in its case. She looked up when the sound of a very powerful motorcycle came to a loud tire screaming stop outside. She recognized it instantly as Modo's Lil Hoss. A few seconds later the Garages Side Heavy Metal Security Door was nearly slammed off its hinges as Modo rammed it open with his robotic arm. "Where is He!?" He yelled. Charley just gapped at the Huge Dent in her Door! "My Door, Modo what is.." She stammered until Modo cut her off. 'WHERE IS HE CHARLEY!?" Charley took a step back. She had never seen Modo so Intense before. "He is over there on the couch." She told him. Modo didn't say anything He just turned and stomped off. Outside Throttle and Vinnie just pulled up and came running in thru the side door. Before she could say anything, Vinnie ran up and picked her up off the floor in a big hug. "Oh, Charley Girl I am so happy you are Ok!" He said excitedly. "I am fine you Jerk." She said but didn't make any move to end the hug. They just stared at each other before Throttle came in the door and walked up behind them. He just stood there for a few seconds and smiled at them. Really just happy that Charley is ok, but not seeing any point in adding anything now. Vinnie seemed to realize how awkward the moment was getting and quickly put Charley down. They just looked at each other and shyly smiled at each other. "Charley where is Modo and … the other Martian?" He asked hesitantly. "What, oh, The couch. The Martian is on the Couch. That is where Modo is." She stammered as she stepped away from Vinnie. All 3 of them headed that way. Walking thru the garage they found Modo standing by the "Couch" which was really a backseat Charley had salvaged out of a car. Lying on the couch was a now very bandaged up blue form. He was moaning slightly. The Bike was next to the Martian and its camera was looking at Modo and at the others as they walked over. Its weapons ports were shaking like it wanted to pop them out. "They are Friends!" Charley quickly told it, which seemed to reassure it. At least enough to get it to not open fire on them. Modo just stood there staring down at the Martian. The now heavily bandaged Martian stirred a little. Modo reached down with his robotic arm and pulled the Martian into a sitting position. "I wasn't able to get his helmet off." Charley tells Modo, but He doesn't seem to hear her. He just reaches out with both hands and grabs the helmet and just pops it off the Martians head. The Martian comes too and looks groggily up at Modo. "YOU!" Modo says. "ITS YOU!" He then grabs the Martian up off the couch and puts him in a Modo sized Bear Hug! "Ha, Ha, Ha My Little Brother!" Modo Cries, tears starting to roll from his one eye. "My Little Brother is Back!". Modo hugged the limp Martian and swung him back and forth like a rag doll. His leg and robot leg swing back and forth as Modo was apparently crushing him with love. "Modo Be Careful I just got done putting him back together, I don't need you breaking him all up again!" Charley said! "Stop it Modo, He's turning Blue!"

"He has always been blue Charley Ma'am!" Modo told her. "Bluer, He can't Breathe!" She exclaimed! Modo looked at the Martian he was holding, and she was right, in fact, he was borderline purple at this point. His eyes nearly popping out their sockets, Modo quickly dropped him back on the couch. He landed with a thud and a loud Ouch. "Oww, oh no one breaks my bones like you do Char'Dhaak-La. Oh, my butt hurts. "He mumbled confusedly. Shaking His head back and forth with sparks flying from the top of his metal antenna he managed to get his green and yellow eyes focused enough to take in the big gray blur in front of him. "Muh...Modo? Is that You?" He gasped. "Yes, It's My Little Brother, it's Me!" Modo all but cried as this time they hugged each other in a far more sensible manner this time. Charley stood back and took in the heart-warming sight. Vinnie and Throttle stood back by a cart with a plate of hot dogs and condiments. Charley noticed that neither of them seemed anywhere near as excited as Modo was at this encounter. Vinnie had a restrained angry expression, and Throttle was standing farther back keeping the hot dog cart in between him and the other Martian. If Charley wanted to guess she would say Throttle seemed almost Scared of him. That couldn't be the case…could it? She wondered. "So is anybody going to introduce me to this guy, because I have known him for over an hour now and I still don't know his name. "She said. Throttle let out a slow sigh and said. "Charley, meet Modo's little Brother Hard Luck." "FOSTER BROTHER!" Vinnie snapped out. Charley looked at Vinnie. He was leaning against the cart with his arms crossed and an expression on his face that was either anger or …jealousy? Charley couldn't tell. "Hard Luck is an orphan that Modo's Mama took in when he was 11 or 12, "Throttle told her. Taking that in, Charley turned back to see how the "brothers" reunion was going. "Where have you been all these years Lil Bro?" Modo asked Hard Luck who put an expression on his face that Charley couldn't read. "Oh…You know. I've been…around." Hard Luck said slowly. "Its been so many years, Oh wait till I tell Mama that you are back!" Modo said excitedly. Hard Luck's eyes nearly popped out of his head and His antenna started to arc electricity between their tops. "Ma, ma, ma…She ISN'T HERE IS SHE!?" Hard Luck chocked out as he spun his head around looking to see if she was in the room. "No, she is back safe and sound on Mars." Modo said. Hard Luck let out a loud gasp and slumped down on the couch in obvious relief. "This isn't Mars?" He asked. "What planet is this?" Hard luck said. "Oh, this is Earth!" Modo answered. "Right next door in the same solar system." "Wuh, wonderful.
" Hard Luck smiled weakly. Modo then took a closer visual inspection of him. "What the heck has happened to you Lil Bro?" Modo then began physically inspecting Hard Luck like a Parent when they look over a small child for a injury, in other words like a piece of meat. Modo pawed, poked, and twisted Hard Luck like a rag doll. "Ach, Stop It!" Hard Luck blurts out and pushes free of Modo! Charley couldn't blame Modo for his concern. She had gotten a real close look at Hard Luck as she treated his wounds. To use an old expression her dad liked to use, He looked like he got "Rode Hard and Put Away Wet!" Hard Luck was covered in scars, both old and fresh now. His body was a crisscross of light scars visibly in the slightly mis colored of his fur to deep, ugly lines. His right leg had been replaced with a cyborg robotic leg something like Modo's arm. Only it wasn't quite as well constructed. It also obviously meant for another species. The Joints didn't quite match Hard Luck's other leg. To Charley it looks like it belongs to either a bird or reptile. The Large 2 toed foot being the big reason for that. It was also very bent and well worn. His left paw was in a brace. It looked like it got severely broken at one point and never got any proper medical help. On his right paw was in a heavy black gauntlet that was strapped on tight that she hadn't been able to get off. With his Biker Helmet off She could see that he also didn't have Real Antenna like the Bro's. His were metal. They looked like old rabbit TV antennas. The way electricity sparks between then was kind of disturbing. The worst was his back. It was heavily scarred with old deep, and nasty wounds. His spine had been removed and replaced with a cybernetic one, and who ever did the job was a cross between a surgeon and a butcher. Modo looked like he could have fainted when he saw it. He had on a leather aviator helmet (which He wore to keep his fur from catching fire from the sparks apparently. Attached to the leather helmet was a faded and worn light green bandana. Around his neck he had on a little pendant in the shape of the Biker Mice Symbol. It was attached by a metal cord she couldn't figure out how to unclasp so she could work around it. The other slightly off putting this were his eyes. Unlike pretty much ever other Martian Mouse Charly had seen, all of their eyes were Yellow with red pupils. His were Green with Yellow Pupils. Around his eyes were black markings, that she could almost mistake for makeup, but she got the feeling it wasn't. Throttle guessed what she was thinking and said to her quietly "It isn't hard to guess how He got the nickname Hard Luck." He said. Charley saw the logic in that. "I just wanna know where you been all these years, and what happened to you, who did this you!?" Modo asked with the concern pouring out of him. "Oh, you know." Hard Luck said. "I trip a lot, and heavy things fall on me every now and then." He said kind of evasively. "Uh huh." Modo said in that way that said he didn't buy that for a second, but he wasn't going to make a point if it now. The motorcycle that had been sitting quietly a few feet away suddenly jumped up and over to be right next to Modo and Hard Luck. "Vroom, rumble, pow,pow,screech,rumble, HONK!" it went. "Shh, Not now!" Hard Luck whispered to it. "HONK!" it replied. Hard Luck then looked up and realized everyone was now looking at him and the bike. "Oh, uh, everybody, this is Dently." Hard Luck introduced him to everyone. With that Dently's right handlebar suddenly swiveled and waved at everyone. Charley and the Bro's all politely wave back. Dently happily waves his rear, bent fender like a happy dog. "Somebody's got a personality." Throttle mumbled. Vinnie looked back over his shoulder at his and Throttle and Modo's bikes sitting quietly outside. The scowl on his face grew by a few notches. Modo said. "This Nice Lady whose Garage we are in is Charley." She leaned forward and put out her hand. Nice to be finally introduced to you." She said. Hard Luck looked at her and started to say Charley, but all that came out was a strained choking sound. She repeated her full name this time. "Charley, Charley Davidson." "Chu, cha, uk ack. uhh….DAVIDSON! "He spit out. "Close enough." She sighed. Modo just rolled his eye then said. "You remember the Guys, don't you?" Modo asked him. "Oh, sure I do. That's…THROTTLE!" He gasped and tried to back thru the couch he was sitting on. Throttle also jumped back a foot or two at the same moment. "Gulp, Hey." Throttle replied nervously. Charley gaped at this. She had seen Throttle stand up to all kinds of Villains and Monsters. Why did this guy make him so…NERVOUS she wondered? Vinnie, still leaning against the Hot Dog Cart leaned forward in anticipation. One of his favorite moments was about to happen. He was about to be come the Center of Attention. On the couch Hard Luck calmed down enough to start breathing again and to be able to focus enough to notice the other Martian Mouse in the room. Hard Luck stared at Vinnie. Vinnie stared back at Hard Luck, his anticipation growing. Hard Luck squinted at Vinnie. Vinnie silently urged Hard Luck to answer. "Uh…." Hard Luck said. "Larry?" Vinnie nearly chocked. "gasp,,hack..Larry?"! Vinnie barked! "Uh, that's Vinnie, Lil Bro." Modo pointed out. "Vinnie?" Hard Luck asked back. "Oh, Right. Vinnie! How could I have forgot that." Hard Luck said quickly, not sounding all that sure of this. Vinnie's jaw as almost on the floor. How could ANYONE forget HJIM!? Charley, Modo, and Throttle tried and failed to hold back their laughter. Vinnie's face grew a few shades redder. Suddenly the garage was filled with a loud growling noise. "UhhhhOoohhhOwww." Hard Luck Suddenly groaned and bent over with his arms wrapped around his stomach. "What's wrong Lil Bro?" Modo asked him with concern in his voice. "I, uh, I.." Hard Luck started to say but remained bent over, like he didn't have the strength to sit back up. Dently rolled up even closer to him so that Hard Luck's head was resting on his front tire. Charley's compassion almost got the better of her but Modo beat her to it and reached out and gently helped Hard Luck back into a upright position. It was then that Modo noticed that even thru the bandages wrapped around Hard Luck's chest his ribs were plainly showing thru. Modo's single eye nearly popped out of its socket. "Lil Bro.." Modo gasped. "When is the last time you ate anything?!" He asked. Hard Luck looked at him blearily and then got a confused look on his face. Like he couldn't remember the concept of "Eat". "Last time, I ..uh..I..last time…uh..Wh..What Month is it?" He asked. Modo just stared for a second then with his cyborg arm reached out like a piston and grabbed the hot dog cart Vinnie had been leaning against. "Hey!" Vinnie shouted as he lost his balance and tumbled into Throttle who had been standing behind the cart and they both bumped into one of Charley's rolling tool boxes, knocking it over with a loud crash as all kinds of tools spilled out on the floor tripping them both up and they both fell into a big pile of tires charley had piled against the wall, causing them to fall down and roll all over the place. "Guys Be Careful!" Charley shouted out! Throttle and Vinnie just gave her dirty looks as they tried to extract themselves from the tires. Modo was quickly assembling a Chicago Style Hot Hog with all the trimmings from the cart and then turned and shoved it towards Hard Luck's Face. "Here Lil Bro, Eat this!" He said. Hard Luck recoiled back and stared at it. "What, what is it?" He asked. "It's a Hot Dog!" Modo replied. "Is, is it Eatable?" Hard Luck asked nervously staring at the odd concoction. "Yeah its eata.." Modo started to say. "Chomp, Chew, Gnash, Gobble, Gulp. "..ble." Modo finished and looked down at his paw to be sure all the fingers were still there. Hard Luck took a couple of breaths, with hot dog bun crumps and toppings all over his face. "The Wrapper it was in isn't eatable though." Charley pointed out. Hard Luck grabbed the Ketchup bottle of the cart. "What is this, is it eatable?" He asked greedily eying the bottle. "Yes, it is, but." Modo started to say. Chomp, Squish, glug gulp, slurp when Hard Luck as he bit into the plastic bottle and sucked it empty. "Not the bottle." Modo finished. "What is that, is it.."Hard Luck started to say as he grabbed at the cart again. "That is Mustard, and yes, it is, but the Bottle isn't!" Modo blurted out quickly. Hard Luck grabbed it, ripped the bottle lid of and sucked it dry. The relish bottle was next but by now Hard Luck had it figured out as he emptied it too. He sat back with Hot Dog, Ketchup, Mustard, and Relish smeared all over his face and chest, and gave a weak smile. He just breathed slowly and looked at Modo with a Is there More Look in his eyes. Modo looked at the devastated hot dog cart and was kind of surprised it still had napkins on it. Vinnie, having gotten back to his feet came over and handed Hard Luck a root beer bottle. "Here, chase it down with this. It's the Drink of the Gods." Hard Luck looked at it then looked at Modo who smiled confidently and shook his head YES! Hard Luck raise the bottle to his mouth and took a couple of long drinks off the bottle. Vinnie leaned in, waiting for his reaction to his favorite drink. Hard Luck's eyes popped open and his cheeks bulged, and he suddenly spewed the root beer out his mouth in a foamy explosion right into Vinnies face. "Waaauuugghh!" Vinnie gasped and jumped back, blinded by the foam in his eyes, and bumped right into Throttle who had just walked up behind him. "Ahh!" gasped Throttle as he tumbled backward, tripping on the fallen tools from earlier. Throttle laned heavily on his backside with a loud CRUNCH! Throttle followed that with a loud "OUCH!" He followed that with another "OUCH" as Vinnie landed on top of him with an "OOF!" "Oh My Gosh, are you two OK?" Charley asked as she ran over to help them up. Modo didn't notice this as he attempted to wipe some of the mess off Hard Luck with the napkins from the cart. Hard Luck squirmed like a 5-year-old when a parent does this. Vinnie and Throttle back on their feet just gave each other looks that said they were going to keep their comments to themselves. "Gosh Lil Bro, didn't you like any of that?" Modo asked him. Hard Luck, his antenna starting to spark heavily, just gave him a bleary look and said weakly "Not Really." Charley thought for this and suddenly remembered the conversation she over heard at the Snack Shack at the Stadium now what seemed like a year ago, turned to Modo and Hard Luck and told them to wait right there and quickly ran out the demolished side door of the Last Chance. Vinnie tried to help Throttle to his feet while Throttle tired not get sticky from the mess all over Vinnie. Modo just looked at the woozy Hard Luck with concern. A few seconds later Charley came running back in with her hands full. She ran over to Modo and Hard Luck and handed the objects to them. "Here, try these." She said. Modo looked at them. "Grape Soda and Chocolate Donuts?" He asked. "Just let him try them." She replied. Modo handed one of the cans and packets to Hard Luck. He took them and his eyes brighten up and he popped open the can and downed it in one long gulp then did the same with the donuts. "Ohhhh Baby that was Good. I aint had that in years!" he sighed with a blissful contented look on his face. "Wait, what do you mean by that, have you been to earth before?" Modo asked him. "What, Uh, Nuh. NO I, uh that is I mean, I had something Like it but years ago uh.." He stammerd while looking at Dently as if wanting him to say something. Dently just somehow gave the motorcycle equivalent of a shrug. Hard Luck glanced at Modo and just popped open another can and packet and quickly filled his mouth making it so he could no longer reply to Modo's questioning look. Vinnie, still sticky, walked over and picked up one of the empty cans and packets. He sniffed the. "Dude, this stuff is Nasty, how can you Stand this stuff?" He asked revolted. Hard Luck just smiled and shrugged and opened another can and packet. Throttle just walked painfully and with a grimace he reached behind another "OUCH" and a loud RIP, he pulled a large steel wire brush with a large patch of blue material that was the same as his jeans. This time it was Throttles turn for his cheeks to turn a deep red as he looked at Charley looking at him, he smiled back weakly and put both his paws behind him. "Come on Vinnie, let's go the Scoreboard and get you cleaned up and me…uh... Lets just GO!" He said and wrapped his tail around Vinnie and backed carefully towards the door and their bikes. "All right, I am coming." Vinnie replied sickly. "Are you coming too Modo?" Vinnie shouted. "No, Vinnie. I think I will stay here for a while. "Bye Guys." Charley said and waved as Throttle and Vinnie went out the door and started up their bikes. She turned back to Modo and Hard Luck on the couch, Hard Luck had finished the Soda and Donuts and looked a lot happier. Suddenly electricity arced between his antenna but this time in a much steadier flow. His eyes suddenly took on a Hard Focus and He almost mechanically started to look around the garage. Dently raised a similar antenna of his own and it started to spark itself. The electricity around Hard Luck's antenna suddenly broke up into an irregular flow. The Focused Concentration died out of his eyes instantly and he took on an even more wobbly and confused look then before. His head acting like it was attached by a wet noodle bounced around. He looked at Modo, then at Charley, then at Dently. Dently's motor hummed like a worried kitten and he tried to move up to Hard Luck even closer. He raised his head up to look at Modo. After a few long seconds and him attempting to focus his eyes. He said. "Muh..Mo-do, izz dat yoo?" Modo looked down at him with concern. "Yeah Lil Bro. Its Me. Its Me." He said worriedly. "Wow. Thass great, I thin I take a nap now…bye" He said slowly before his head fell over onto Modo's chest and he started breathing deeply. Modo Looked at Charley and she looked at Him. Neither knowing what to make of the Sad Shape of the Blue Martian on the couch. Modo just put his real arm around him and held him close. Above their heads the lights of the Last Chance Garage and outside started to blink on and off for several minutes.

To Be Continued…