Transcript:Between Rump and a Hard Race

	Overview of the Arctic Nature Preserve on Ronaldo Rump's television.
Rump	Oh, is that so very special? I mean, it's so peaceful, it's so... tranquil. It's so... so, how you say... disgusting! [Rump shoots the television screen with a laser, destroying it.] Acres and acres of land dedicated to what, nature? With no profit margin in sight, it makes me... it makes me ill! [He recomposes himself and turns to his handlers.] Excuse me. So, what's it going to be, Georgie, eh? [He points the regenerator at Georgie as a threat.] Oil? Resorts? Carol? Maybe some strip mining? I know you look fantastic in a helmet! [laughs] No, no, no, no, no, no, no, this time, my friends, this time what do you say we play for the big bucks? [Carol cheers for the idea.] Big as in H-U-G-E. Bigger than even, oh, I don't know, Big Oil! I'm talking ticket sales, I'm talking t-shirts, I'm talking souvenirs! Merchandising! [Rump presses on a remote to reveal the concept for "Rumpy Land".] In 24 hours, the regenerator link will be launched into position over the Arctic Nature Preserve and then, it's bye-bye Bambi, and hello, dollars! [Rump laughs while doing a can-can.]
	"Biker Mice From Mars" theme song Throttle, Modo, and Vinnie arrive at the Arctic Nature Preserve, followed by Charley in her semi. She is relaxing in the driver's seat, pleased with her self-driving remote technology as she is able to watch the trio in front of her.
Charley	Charlene, little lady, you've outdone yourself with this remote steering gizmo.
Throttle	[whistles] Man, that is one mucho grande canyon.
Modo	Oh, it sure is a sight to see. Kind of makes a mouse homesick for the good old red craters and canals of Mars.
Vinnie	Oh, come on, buck up, big guy! We'll be home having Sunday dinner with your old, gray-furred mama soon enough.
Modo	[Sighs as he looks longingly at the view.] Yeah, I know we will, bro. I know we will. [He and Vinnie fist-bump.]
Throttle	[peering through binoculars] Let's see here... ah yeah, bingo! There we go. That's what our digi-trackers were picking up, huh? Heh heh heh, and it's got Rump written all over it.
Vinnie	[Vinnie gets in Throttle's field of vision and swipes the binoculars away.] Nice grasp of the obvious there, bro.
Throttle	Hey!
Vinnie	Must be why you're the leader, huh?
Charley	Hm. Simple math. One Rump plus one rocket ship equals big trouble for-- [Charley is interrupted by a nearby motorcycle engine. An unknown biker come riding up the hill, catching air above the four.]
Modo	Incoming! [The biker lands, knocking Vinnie's helmet in the process as the mouse falls to the ground, the impact causing his helmet to fall off his head.]
Vinnie	[groans] Dude, you dissed the helmet, and nobody disses the Vin Man's helmet!
Chaz	Hey, sorr-ee! Didn't know anyone was here.
Throttle	Looks like you need some schooling in the rules of the road, pally.
Modo	Yeah, and I'm just the professor to teach you. [He grabs Chaz and holds him up over the cliff, the biker squirming in his grasp.]
Vinnie	Hey, hold up, big fella. I think I know this guy.
Chaz	Hey! [Modo relinquishes him. Irritated, he brushes himself off and walks over to Vinnie.]
Vinnie	Yeah, yeah! You're Chaz Divini, the motorcross champ!
Chaz	Took you long enough! In the flesh, baby, check it out. [He and Vinnie shake hands.]
Vinnie	Bro! Oh, ho-ho-ho! I'm fan number one! Oh, you're like, you're one of the top biker dudes on... on the planet!
Chaz	[Chuckles] Oh, please. I'm the best on any planet, baby. [Vinnie glares at him, grunts, and walks to his bike.]
Throttle	Uh-oh, here we go.
Modo	And so it begins.
Vinnie	Excue me, pally, you're good and all, but there's only one baddest biker bro in this Earth or any other galaxy, and that's moi! [He performs a spinning, one-armed handstand on the seat of his motorcycle and lands proudly.]
Chaz	You? [laughs] Exactly which loser are you?
Vinnie	I'm the mammajamma that's gonna whip your tail anytime, any place.
Chaz	Ha ha! Well, this is a good time for me and Monument Plateau here looks like the perfect place.
Vinnie	Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho! It's on, all right. Mono a mouso!
Chaz	"Mouso"? Man, talk about self-image issues.
Charley	I don't like this.
Vinnie	Anybody know where I stowed my motocross gear?
Charley	Probably the same place you parked your brain.
Vinnie	Wha-? The dude challenged me to a race. We got Freedom Fighter honor at stake, here!
Modo	Uh, not for nothing, bro, but seems to me that you did most of the challenging.
Vinnie	Details, details. [He backflips onto his bike.] Look, I kick his butt, take my bows, and then we'll go sus out the rocket ship of Rump's!
Throttle	Ah, just like that, huh?
Vinnie	What is the big magilla? It's a race! It starts, bada bing, bada boom, I win, kiss the girls, kiss the girls again, the usual. What could happen?
Charley	Mm-hmm!
Vinnie	Oh yeah? [He puts on his helmet.] Okay, see you at the starting line.
	At Momument Plateau. Cataclysm is watching them from behind a boulder.
Cataclysm	Everything is set.
Puss	Sure thing, boss! I got cat traps rigged all the way down the run.
Boots	You mean we got it rigged. No worries, chief, that rat is minced mouse meat! [Cataclysm confiscates the object Boots was spinning angrily.]
Cataclysm	Remember, Rump doesn't want him exterminated - yet. He just wants him to lose. You got that?
Puss	Got it covered!
Boots	Nothing to worry about! [He laughs happily.]
Cataclysm	Enough. The race is starting.
Vinnie	[Vinnie rides up to the starting line, clad in his motocross gear.] Okay, superstar, last one down the mountain's a stinky cheese.
Chaz	On three - one, two-- [Chaz immediately rides, leaving Vinnie in the dust.] Sayonara!
Vinnie	Aaaaaaow! [Vinnie catches up down the path.]
Charley	Yeah!
	Chaz drives in front of Vinnie and scatters rock fragments in front of the mouse. Chaz jumps and catches air off of a boulder. Vinnie attempts to mimic the move as one of the Catatonian traps is seen to be set nearby. Boots detonates the explosive, sending Vinnie flying to Charley and the bros' horror, but Vinnie saves himself from crashing by instead doing a trick in the air and landing safely. Cataclysm, peering at the race from afar, becomes riddled with frustration.
Throttle	I smell a Rump. So, what say we even the odds?
Modo	Heh, you need to ask, bro? Let's rock...
Throttle, Modo	...and ride! Yee-haw! [Throttle and Modo mount their bikes. They transform to equip their aviation rockets and wings and join the pursuit.]
Chaz	[scoffs] Never trust a cat to do a man's job. [Chaz presses a button on his bike, ejecting oil from behind and onto Vinnie's path; his bike can be seen with a branded "R" on the side.]
Vinnie	Oh-ho, slick trick, slick! But it'll take more than a little bacon grease to blow off numero uno! [Vinnie rides through the grease, spinning and landing tricks, before transforming his bike into its aviation setting and flying onward, landing in front of Chaz and barely knicking his front bike, throwing Chaz briefly off balance. He brakes fast in front of a boulder, halted in his tracks. Cataclysm continues to monitor the situation and his frustration at Vinnie taking the lead is shown.]
Cataclysm	[growls] That rodent is winning! Do something!
Puss	Uhh, what do you got in mind, boss?
Boots	Uhh, I got nothin'! [Cataclysm unsheathes his claws and tears the pair's clothes to shreds.]
Puss	[to Boots] Kind of protective about what's on his mind, eh?
Vinnie	Aaaaooww! Now who's the baddest mammjamma of-- [He is interrupted by Claw Troopers flanking him on the track.] Nevermind. [They relentlessly bump into Vinnie, trying to knock him off balance.] Oh man, this is one harsh off-roader. [Modo and Throttle fly to Vinnie's aid.]
Modo	Why there ain't nothing going on here than a lively game of cat and mouse! [Modo knocks a Claw Trooper off the track, causing his bike to go over the edge.]
Throttle	[A Claw Trooper shoots at Throttle.] Woah! [He ejects a tracer missile from his bike, which launches and shoots directly behind him at the guilty Claw Trooper. He flies into the air and lands on a fellow trooper's bike behind him, shrugging.]
Modo	Ha ha! Nothin' like a good old-fashioned kitty joust, ha ha! [Modo ejects twin poles out of the centers of his rear wheels, pushing the two bikes flanking him out of balance, eventually causing them to crash into each other. The drivers nearly fall off the cliff. Vinnie nearly makes it to the finish line when Puss and Boots drive head-on his way; he ejects two flare from his bike and bulls-eyes both of them. Puss falls first, with Boots landing on top of him.]
Puss	Hey Bootsy, how about you get your tail offa me?
Boots	Nah, I'm good, Puss. You're kind of comfy. [Puss growls at him. Meanwhile, as Charley spectates from afar, Rump, in his Rump Helicopter, abducts her from above, unbeknownst to the mice.]
Modo	Coast is clear! Finish line is all yours, bro!
Vinnie	Aaaaaow! [Stands up and surfs on his bike.] Vinnie Van Wham triumphs again, with a little help from his friends! [As Vinnie gloats prematurely, Chaz passes him, winning the race.] No way!
Chaz	Oh, yes way. It seems you have been, uh, wait a minute, how did you put it, um, tail-whipped? [He laughs obnoxiously.] See ya!
Vinnie	Dude! If this is your idea on how to win, then-- huh? [Vinnie notices Rump's helicopter with Charley inside.]
Rump	And now, the real race begins! [He laughs as they fly away.]
Throttle	Charley?!
Vinnie	Well, this is one race I'm definitely gonna win. [He takes off his helmet.] You can bet your... rump on it.
Charley	[Charley is being held at Rump's base in the Arctic Preserve.] Good luck getting away with this one, Rump. You know, you've always been a mega creep, but I didn't think kidnapping was your thing.
Rump	Ah, oh, my, my, kidnapping is such a harsh word, Charley! Let's just say that your are my, ah, reluctant guest., shall we?
Charley	Oooh, and so your idea of being a perfect host is to lock all your guests in their chairs?
Rump	Ouch, I suppose you do have a Kugun Point there. Oh, Cataclysm? [Rump snaps his fingers; Cataclysm presses a button on a device and free Charley's chains.]
Charley	Well, that's better. [giggles] By the way, what's with the, uh, interesting fashion statement?
Rump	Oh, this old thing? Why, today is the first annual Rump Motorcross Invitational featuring the best racers in the world!
Vinnie	Wrong again, Rump Roast. [The Biker Mice have found Charley; they hold guns to Rump.]
Rump	Aye, aye, aye, they're so predictable.
Modo	Hmm, guess our invitations must have been lost in the mail?
Rump	Oh, but you are most definitely invited, my furry little friends! Why, it wouldn't be a race without you.
Throttle	Aw, save it, barrel bottom, will ya? Come on, Charley girl, we're high-tailing it out of here. [As Charley walks over to the mice, Cataclysm presses a button on his device, sending bolted cuffs aiming for Charley's wrists, sending her back to to her chair.]
Charley	And we're back to kidnapped.
Throttle	Let her go, Rump. Before I turn your toupee into turtle soup.
Cataclysm	[Claw Troopers come down from the ceiling, ambushing the mice.] I'd think about dropping those weapons, vermin.
Rump	What is it about this whole cat and mouse dynamic? I mean, come on, you guys! It's not all about plasma bombs, laser weapons, and energy blasts, you know.
Cataclysm, Vinnie	It isn't?
Rump	Please, please! Put down the hardware, gentlemen-- mice, so sorry. We are not here to fight. To it - if I had simply asked you to participate in my motocross invitational, tell me - would you have accepted?
Throttle	Not a snowball's chance in a Martian volcano, Pork Rump.
Rump	Yes, you see that? That is my point exactly. [He lowers Throttle's gun.] And yet how can there be a true championship race without the legendary Biker Mice, the greatest bikers in all of the solar system?
Vinnie	Solar system? Try in the galaxy, bum!
Modo	Whatever. He makes a point there, bros.
Rump	Yes, he does, and unfortunately, "borrowing" your esteemed mechanic, it was the only way to motivate your participation. I mean, gentlemen, it is, after all, for charity.
Throttle	Uh-uh. Let. The lady. Go.
Rump	Oh, I shall, trust me, I shall! Just as soon as you finish the race. And, uh, boys - if I may. [Rump presses a button; a hand is lowered and hooks onto the back of Charley's chair, bringing her back up and opening a trap door on the floor down into the canyon.] I would advise against losing. [The bros gasp in horror.]
Vinnie	[The Biker Mice arrive at the start of their track, clad in their motocross gear.] I love it! Aaaaaaow!
Throttle	You bros notice something kinda screwy?
Modo	What do you mean, other than Vinnie eating hot dogs dunked in root beer for breakfast this morning?
Throttle	No, I meant something unusual, as in a field full of freaky felines.
Modo	Whoa, Claw Troopers. This ain't a race, bros, I'm smelling set-up.
Vinnie	Ah, setup, schmetup. Rump said he was fielding the best. These are nothing but the rest!
Throttle	Let's just maintain and play along, right, bros? Rump's up to something and we better figure it out before the finish line.
Modo	Assuming we actually reach the finish line.
Chaz	[Chaz pulls up to the starting line, gloating at the Biker Mice.] Well, well, well, if it isn't the 3 bland mice! [He locks eyes on Vinnie.] Ready for more tail-whippin', rodent boy?
Vinnie	[Scoffs] Ridin' for Rump, eh? Now I'm definitely gonna have to teach you the meaning of Mouse Motorcycle Supremacy.
Chaz	[Laughs] Bring it on, Cheese Whiz! Oh, hey -- just look for the guy a mile out in front of you, ha ha! That'll be me. [Vinnie growls at Chaz as the scene cuts back to Charley.]
Charley	Let me down!
Rump	Oh, you know, there's a thought. I mean, after all, you've already served your purpose, right? Now that those mice have taken the bait and are busy on my custom-built race track, I have all the time I need to launch my rocket without their malicious meddling!
Charley	"Bait"? What do you mean, "taking the bait"?
Rump	[Rump chuckles as Cataclysm sends down several television screens for Charley to watch Rump's plans live.] Oh, it's quite simple, almost sublime, really. In roughly 10 minutes, we will launch the rocket containing a very special payload.
Charley	"Special payload"? The regenerator!
Rump	Regenerator link, actually. But ooh, clever girl! Smart, muy smart indeed, Charley. Tell me, you wouldn't be interested in joining our apprentice program, would you?
Charley	You can just take your program and--
Rump	Ey ey ey, don't go there again. As I was saying, with the regenerator link in orbit, we simply aim it at the Arctic Preserve and with an uplink speed from the regenerator in Chicago, voila! A cornucopia of fun, food, and money. [A graphic of Rumpy Land fades onto the screen behind Rump.]
Charley	But you'll destroy acres of wildlife preserves! Not to mention, the wildlife itself!
Rump	Well it is, eh, how you say, the price of progress. Someone wins, someone loses. Mostly, I win. What can you do? [He laughs.]
Charley	Oh, the Biker Mice will do something, all right, and it won't be pretty-- for you.
Rump	Oh, no, no, no, Charley, I don't think so. Those vapid vermin are going to be much too busy saving their own tails.
Vinnie	[Cut to the mice racing on Rump's track as Rump watches them on the monitor closely. Vinnie cackles as the road winds and turns.] Aaaooow! Yeah, baby!
Throttle	Whoa, Davini's kicking some serious tail-- ours! Alright, time to light 'em up, bros! [The trio press a button on their bikes, igniting booster rockets on the backs and increasing their speed. Chaz notices their gaining and throws an explosive device in front of them on the track.]
Throttle, Modo, Vinnie	Woah! [Chaz ignites the device, causing it to explode and cause an avalanche at the end of the tunnel and ultimately sealing the entrance. The Biker Mice brake, and are stuck inside. Rump checks in with Chaz.]
Rump	So, what's your status, Biker Boy?
Chaz	Out front, just like always! Why, are you doubting me?
Rump	Ho ho, when it comes to employees, always. But in this instance, it's good. [Chaz and Rump discuss further; the Claw Troopers have caught up to the mice.]
Throttle	Plan 360, mice! [The trio turn around and ride fast enough around the tunnel walls, above and around the impending cats.]
Vinnie	Ride, rodents! [Surprised, the Claw Troopers flee their bikes as they crash into the rubble, clearing an entrance. Vinnie cackles; Chaz immediately bolts as soon as he sees the mice made it through.] Yee haw! [Vinnie winks at Chaz as they pass eyes through the triple loops. They make it through further until they see the track has been broken on an uphill ramp.] Woah!
Modo	[Modo inspects a map on his gadget.] Hmm... wrong turn.
Vinnie	What happened to Davini? He was right behind us.
Throttle	I don't know, but I smell a-- [Chaz appears behind them.]
Chaz	Bye bye! [He launches a missile from his bike onto them.]
Throttle	Woah! [The missile hits the three, exploding and sending them into the air. Throttle desparately sends a signal to his airborne bike to activate a parachute.]
Vinnie	Woah! [Vinnie and Modo's bikes respond the same; The mice manage to land onto their respective motorcycles and fly safety down to the ground.
Throttle	Everyone in one piece?
Vinnie	Oh, sure. Everything but my ego! Let's get back in the game, Davini's going down! Let's rock...
Throttle, Modo, Vinnie	And ride!
Rump	[Rump has been monitoring the situation the entire time; he shoots the television in frustration.] Nuts! Advance the countdown. I have come too far to let anything spoil this!
Cataclysm	Two minutes and counting, Rump.
Rump	Excellent. [An door opens in the floor and elevates the rocket previously shown in the canyon.]
Charley	But I thought the rocket was out there in the canyon!
Rump	Oh, that? No, that's merely a decoy. You don't think I'd actually put such valuable cargo in full view, do you? [He shoots the monitor displaying the decoy rocket.] And now, prudence dictates we vacate premises. Things are going to get a little hot around here.
Cataclysm	What about the wrench jockey?
Rump	[Sighs] It's so sad. [Rump and Cataclysm begin to abandon a now-struggling Charley.] But do enjoy the moment, Charley. This is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After you've done it once, poof! No more lifetime. [Charley breaks free of her bonds and runs to catch up to Rump, but he shuts and locks the door before she can get her hands on him.] Heh heh heh! I'm a funny guy.
Charley	Business as usual. Well, tall, dark, and steely, I guess it's just you, me, my trusty screwdriver, and my handy dandy pocket remote control. [She loosens 2 screws as a control panel suddenly pops out in front of her.] Oh, well. When in doubt, cut everything. [She pulls out a pair of pliers as she begins to sabotage the rocket. Meanwhile, the mice continue their chase.]
Vinnie	Give it up, Chazbo! This baby's mine!
Chaz	Aww, you think?
Vinnie	Without the cheating, you're gonzo!
Chaz	[laughs] Then just call me a cheater!
Vinnie	[He ejects a laser out of the front of his bike, piercing Vinnie's back wheel and gas tank. He flips in the air.] Woah! Flow, bonsai! [He manages to inflate his bike's tires and land comfortably back onto the track. He and Chaz race each other up an uphill ramp, Throttle and Modo staying back to support Vinnie's win.]
Throttle	Come on, Vin Man, nail it!
Modo	Give her all she's got, little bro! [The whole pierced in Vinnie's gas tank succumbs and the mouse loses speed. Throttle and Modo look to each other and equip their aviation gear to their bikes and fly ahead, Modo ejecting a grappling hook to grab onto Vinnie's motorcycle and fly him to the finish line. Chaz chuckles proudly to himself as he continues the race on his own. Meanwhile, Charley has gained complete control of the rocket.]
Charley	One for you... [She launches the rocket, enabling its lasers straight onto Rump's base, turning it, Rump, and Cataclysm to rock.] ...one for me... [She activates its thermal laser onto the track, melting it.] ...and one for the bros!
Chaz	[Charley steers the rocket right into Chaz.] Uh-oh... [It hits the motorcyclist, exploding and sending him flying. He lands on his feet, his helmet falling off and bike nearby crashing into the rock.] Hey!
Throttle	Rocket's red glare, bros!
Modo	[Modo wipes his eye.] Brings a tear to my eye.
Throttle	[THe mice land and meet up with Chaz.] Nasty wipeout there, citizen.
Modo	As my old, grey-furred mama always says, you forgot to duck.
Vinnie	Well, in other words, come visit me in the winter circle, loser.
Throttle	Um, maybe not this time, Vincent. [Puss and Boots ride past both parties and cross the finish line. They cheer and gloat as Throttle and Modo chuckle at the sight.]
Vinnie	Typical. [sighs] Just typical.
Throttle	[Chuckles] It's okay, we'll get 'em next time.
Charley	[Via loudspeaker] Hey, muscle mice! It's your helpless damsel in distress phoning you!
Vinnie	Aaaaow! Nice flying there, sweetheart.
Modo	We owe you big time.
Charley	And you can bet your tails that I aim to collect when we rendez-vous at the ridge. Come on, last one there's a cat's lunch.
Throttle	On the lady's cue... [The three salute.]
Charley	I got you, Throttle. Let's rock...
Throttle, Modo, Vinnie	And tow! [Throttle and Modo ride, towing Vinnie's bike behind them.]
Charley	Woo!
Rump	[Rump and Cataclysm burst through the now-rock door. They are rock figures themselves.] [sighs] Bankruptcy once again. [He continues to complain off-screen as Cataclysm catches up to him.]
Cataclysm	Once we reach Chicago and the regenerator transforms us back to normal, we are gonna have a talk.
Rump	You know, Cataclysm, I think that this may be the start of a lousy friendship.
Cataclysm	Oh, shut up. [Rump and Cataclysm walk together as the scene fades to black.]
	"Biker Mice From Mars" credits theme

Cast

Protagonists

• Throttle
• Modo
• Vinnie
• Charlene Davidson

Antagonists

• Ronaldo Rump
• Cataclysm
• Claw Troopers

Minor

• Georgie
• Carol
• Puss (debut)
• Boots (debut)

Guest

• Chaz Divini (debut)

Locations

• Earth
  • Alaska
    • Arctic Nature Preserve
      • Monument Plateau

See Also

• Between Rump and a Hard Race