| Scabbard | In line, maggots! |
|---|---|
| Mars: The Martian Plains Army Boot Camp | |
| Scabbard | We're at war, recruits! The Plutarkian army is launching an invasion! I need an army of strong mice to repel them! Not this pathetic pack of yahoos! |
| Sergeant Scabbard is whipping a gang of new recruits into shape, among those being Throttle, Modo, and Vinnie, all having chosen to volunteer for the draft. | |
| Vinnie | [whispering, to Modo] Sergeant Scabbard really knows how to stir a crowd, doesn't he, Modo? |
| Modo | I could use a pair of earmuffs. He's got serious decibel range. |
| Scabbard | [off-screen] Who said that? [Scabbard comes in close to Vinnie's face, foaming at the mouth.] You think you're funny, recruit? What's your name? |
| Vinnie | Vinnie. Uh... sir. |
| Scabbard | Well, "Chuckles," you're about to put a smile on my face... From now on, you're the Bicycle Mice! [Scabbard watches from afar as the three mice struggle to climb a training wall.] |
| Vinnie | Bicycle Mice? Come on. That one hurts. Not that there's anything wrong with a good ten-speed, but... |
| Modo | I didn't sign up for personal insults, Throttle. |
| Throttle | Keep pushing, Modo! It's not that bad... [cut to the trio crawling through barbed wire. |
| Vinnie | You were saying? |
| Throttle | ...Mud builds character? |
| Modo | Or a staph infection! |
| Scabbard | Keep going! You're not nearly dirty enough yet! [to Vinnie, struggling through the course] What's the matter, funny guy? I don't see you laughing! |
| Vinnie | Gah! I'm trying, Sergeant Scabbard, but I'm all out of knock-knock jokes! |
| Transport Depot Later... | |
| Carbine | Sorry they impounded your bikes-- they're a part of you, I know. And you're better on them. |
| Throttle | Hey, Carbine. It's just the first few weeks of boot camp, right? We'll be back in action soon enough. |
| Carbine | You know you don't have to pretend. I know this is tough. Not what you're used to. |
| Throttle | You think I made a mistake? |
| Carbine | What do you think? |
| Throttle | We've already lost so much to the Plutarkians, but... ...Looking at "Sergeant Sanctimonious," it's pretty clear we're not cut from the same cloth. |
| Carbine | That's what I like about you-- you three are kinda special. |
| Throttle | Don't tell me you like us all the same. |
| Carbine | I may like you a little bit more. Don't tell the other two. |
| The two share a brief glance at each other before cutting it short. | |
| Carbine | Ahem. Just hang in there, Throttle. I know it may not feel like it, but... [narration, off-screen] "Mars is safer with the three of you right here." |
| The Outskirts of Brimstone A horned beast belonging to Sweep and Enfield has attacked an intruder. Rimfire, a horrified witness, calls his parents for help. | |
| Rimfire | Mama! Papa! |
| Primer | Come quick! |
| Enfield | [armed with a scythe] Rimfire... Primer... You kids stay back! |
| Sweep | What is it, Enfield? |
| Enfield | Looks like-- [off-screen as the intruder is revealed] --Trouble! |
| Rimfire | We found him while milking the horned beasts! |
| Enfield | Recognize him, Sweep? |
| Sweep | No, but I can tell when a mouse needs help. |
| Soon... The four bring in the unknown mouse and help him back to health. | |
| Martian Mouse | Thank you, folks. Sand Raiders took me by surprise. Usually I can hold my own, but... |
| Enfield | Who are you? |
| Martian Mouse | That's a dangerous question. It's best I leave and you pretend you never saw me. |
| Enfield | We're a planet on the verge of war. |
| Sweep | What isn't dangerous at this point? |
| Martian Mouse | Fair enough. Name's Stoker. |
| Stoker | [narration; flashbacks to Stoker fighting back against the Plutarkians in swamps] "But that doesn't matter... "...the only thing that does... "is fighting back against the Plutarkians. "Because of them, I lost everything. My family. My home. "And I'm here to make sure... "That it doesn't happen to anyone else." |
| A group of Sand Raiders impending onto Brimstone. VROOOM | |
| Sand Raider Rat | Let's GOOOO! |
| Sweep | What's that? |
| Rimfire | Mom! |
| Stoker | Whoever it is, they're here for me. |
| Sweep | Go out the back while you still can. We can handle this! |
| Stoker | I can't-- |
| Sweep | You will! |
| Enfield | Sand Raiders-- [off-screen] "--And they're messing with the kids!" |
| Primer | Rimfire, I'm scared! |
| Rimfire | Get away from us! |
| Slobber | My, look what we have here-- a couple of teeny mice! Hello, teeny mice! The name's Slobber the Mutt! Don't worry, I'm not here for you. But maybe you know who I'm looking for. |
| Rimfire | Come closer and... |
| Slobber | And what? You'll tell your mom on me? |
| An off-screen gun shot by Sweep grazes Slobber's head, to his surprise. VZZZZM | |
| Sweep | He won't have too, jerk! Now get away from our kids! |
| Slobber | Tough talk, sister... but looks like you're both outgunned and outnumbered. You'll be nice collateral for our associate, Dominic T. Stilton, until we find the rebel. [he grabs Primer tightly as a hostage.] |
| Primer | Aah! |
| Enfield | Okay-- Okay--- we'll do whatever you say. Just don't hurt our kids. Run, Rimfire-- Go get help, son! [Rimfire scurries off.] |
| Slobber | After him! |
| Cut to the military base, where the Biker Mice are reminiscing. | |
| Vinnie | You think she's lonely? |
| Modo | Who? |
| Vinnie | My bike, Don't tell me you miss yours. |
| Modo | Lil' Hoss? Course I do. Feels like I'm missing half my arm. |
| Vinnie | Bro, you remember when we took on those strip miners over at Hell Pour Gulch? |
| Modo | How can I not? |
| Flashback at Hell Pour Gulch, where the trio successfully defended against a group of Plutarkian soldiers. | |
| Modo | [Narration] "Oh, sure they were ready for us... ...And we were outnumbered a hundred to three... ...But when we work together, the impossible can take place. We saved a chunk of beautiful land that day." |
| Carbine | [to Throttle] Your buddies have attracted an audience. |
| Vinnie | Yo, Throttle-- we were just telling the guys about the strip miners in the Gulch! |
| Throttle | That's your coolest story? |
| Modo | You got a better one? |
| Throttle | What about the time we took out those rat smugglers' entire convoy? |
| Flashback to the memory. | |
| Rat Smuggler | Get bent, Biker Mice! |
| Modo | Someone buy me a fireburger if I shoot out the tires of the guy in front! |
| Vinnie | You're on! [Cut to the present.] |
| Carbine | [to Throttle] Was that story meant to impress me, recruit? |
| Throttle | Hey, we recovered a lot of smuggled goods that day. |
| Scabbard | Alright, Bicycle Mice, fun's over! We got our marching orders! Pack up, and let's head out! |
| Carbine | Sir, where are we going? |
| Scabbard | Got some intel that a munitions factory ten clicks from here needs some fortifying. We need to get there and set up some support! |
| Vinnie | Ten clicks? How much is that in meters? |
| Throttle | Don't suppose we could use our rides? |
| Vinnie | He said marching, didn't he? That means... [narration] "We march." |
| Scabbard and the recruits are marching through the Martian canyon, with Scabbard himself on an ATV. | |
| Scabbard | Voices loud! I wanna hear it! ♫ Well, I don't know but I've been told! ♫ |
| Throttle, Modo, Vinnie, Martian Soldiers | ♫ Well, I don't know but I've been told! ♫ |
| Scabbard | ♫ A Martian's soul's as good as gold! ♫ |
| Throttle, Modo, Vinnie, Martian Soldiers | ♫ A Martian's soul's as good as gold! ♫ |
| Vinnie | I bet I can come up with a better line... |
| Throttle | Just keep marching. |
| Vinnie | No, no, it'll be good! Something like, "Martian soup can still get cold!" |
| Throttle | Ugh. |
| Vinnie | What? It's funny! |
| Throttle | Not 50 push-ups funny! |
| Modo | Yo, bros... you seeing something down the road? |
| Scabbard | Maggots-- danger on the horizon! Ready your weapons! [through his binoculars, a young mouse on a bike can be seen coming their way.] Wait... it's just a kid on a motorbike! And sand raiders in pursuit! |
| Vinnie | A kid? |
| Modo | Let me see. [Modo looks through his own binoculars, and identifies him as Rimfire, which energizes him to action.] That's no "kid"! That's Rimfire! [Modo shoves Scabbard off of his ATV.] Gonna need to borrow that, Sergeant! |
| Scabbard | Hey! |
| Modo | Thanks!' |
| Rimfire | [Sand raiders launch their cannons near Rimfire's course of sight, exploding and knocking him off his bike.] Ahhh! K-BOOM |
| Modo | Gotcha! |
| Rimfire | Uncle Modo?! |
| Modo | [to sand raiders] I'm gonna make you regret coming after my nephew! |
| Sand Raider #1 | Oh yeah?! You and what army?! |
| Sand Raider #2 | Uhh... that one! |
| Throttle | Smash those slavers! |
| Sand Raider #1 | A bunch of foot soldiers? Feels like shooting some Martian bog-fish in a-- |
| Sand Raider #3 | [The mice's artillery snags one of the Raiders' tires, causing a major collision and the truck flipping over.] Uhhn... |
| Throttle, Modo, and Vinnie stand above the pit of dazed raiders, other Martian soldiers backing them up behind them and armed with their guns. | |
| Throttle | Hey there, fellas. Up for a little conversation? |
| TRANSPORT DEPOT Following the aftermath of the assault, the trio, with Rimfire, enter the base, with Modo being visibly shaken at the fact Rimfire could have been killed. | |
| Modo | Don't even think about telling me to stay, Throttle! |
| Vinnie | Hang back, kid. |
| Rimfire | But-- |
| Vinnie | Let the adults talk. |
| Throttle | I wouldn't! I want to go, too. But-- staling the bikes... breaking ranks... we came here to make allies, Modo. |
| Modo | Sand Raisers are attacking Brimstone. You think we care about the army regulation at a time like this? |
| Vinnie | He's got a point, bro... |
| Throttle | I care about the three of us not standing a chance! If we can get the sergeant's support-- |
| Modo | Honestly? I think for you, it's got less to do with being all you can be and more to do with impressing Carbine. |
| Throttle | You think I'd abandon my home... my mom... for a girl? |
| Vinnie | Okay... let's calm down a little. |
| Modo | There's no time, Vinnie. My family is in danger. So are we going? Or not? |
| Throttle | There's a better way to do this. Please, can you just give me some time? |
| Cut to Modo and Vinnie leaving for Brimstone on their bikes; Rimfire as a passenger with Modo. VROOOOOOOOMMM | |
| Throttle | Right. I guess that's my answer. |
| BRIMSTONE Slobber and his Sand Raiders have rounded up the Martian citizen of Brimstone at gunpoint. Stoker can be seen cloaked inside the crowd. | |
| Slobber | Good citizens, thank you for you cooperation-- I'm looking for a specific mouse. [Cut to Stoker inside the crowd, glaring at the dog.] His name is Stoker. And I have reason to believe that he'd hiding in your lovely community. Now, I'm not a reasonable mutt. Nor do I have a lot of patience. So... |
| Harley | [A rat grabs Harley by the arm, harassing her. Slobber aims his gun at her.] Get off me! |
| Slobber | How about some target practice! Unless our friend Stoker decides to make himself known-- |
| Stoker | Stop! [He pushes through Martians, exposing and making himself known to Slobber.] I'm the one you want. |
| Slobber | Oh my. That was much easier than I thought it'd be... what a shame. |
| Stoker | Let these folks go. You have me. That's what you came for, right? |
| Slobber | [He turns to aim his gun straight at Stoker's chest.] True. But I think taking the capital for the Plutarkians would bag us quite a bonus, don't you think? [A vrooming sound catches his ears.] What is that? |
| VRRROOOOOOOOOMMMMMM | |
| Vinnie | [POOM] Hey, fleabag! It's the sound of you taking a pay cut! |
| Modo | [CHOOM CHOOM] It's tail-whippin' time! |
| Slobber | Take cover! [Slobber and the Sand Raiders attempt to flee.] |
| Modo | Rimfire-- get everyone you can to safety! |
| Rimfire | But I can fight, too! |
| Modo | When you're older, kid! |
| Slobber | Swiss cheese those biker mice-- NOW! [Armed raiders shoot at the mice.] [POOM POOM] |
| Rimfire | Mom-- Dad-- Everyone-- KEEP MOVING! |
| Harley | [ZARK] AH!!! |
| Stoker | Don't worry, beautiful--I gotcha! [SKIRR] [SKIRR] |
| Throttle | [As Vinnie and Modo dodge gunfire on their bikes, cut to Throttle narrating and explaining the situation to Scabbard and Carbine over another panel of Modo dodging scattered bullets.] "Our town's in big trouble..." [SPAK SPAK SPAK SPAK] [Cut to Martian Munitions Factory.] ...and we need the full support of the troops if we're gonna save them-- |
| Scabbard | Our orders are to stay here, recruit. |
| Carbine | But Sergeant-- |
| Scabbard | The only reason I haven't gone after those two deserters is because I think the army is better of without them. |
| Carbine | Sir, I just think-- |
| Scabbard | I think we have orders to protect this munitions factory, Lieutenant. [He begins to walk away from Carbine and Throttle.] Those bicycle mice are on their own. |
| Carbine | I can make him see reason. |
| Throttle | There's no time, Carbine. You know where I belong. |
| Carbine | You never were much for sticking around. |
| Throttle | I'm sorry. I'm like a boomerang, though. I always come back. |
| Carbine | Can't say I didn't see this coming... [Cut to Throttle, back in his signature attire, riding off the factory on his black motorcycle.] "...so I got you a ride." [VROOOOM] |
| Next: The Freedom to Fight! |
Cast[]
Protagonists[]
- Throttle
- Modo
- Vinnie
- Carbine
- Rimfire
- Primer
- Sweep
- Harley
- Enfield (speaking debut)
- Stoker (debut)
- Scabbard (debut)
Antagonists[]
- Slobber
- Plutarkians
- Sand Raiders
Locations[]
- Brimstone
- Martian Plains Army Boot Camp
- Transport Depot
- Martian Munitions Factory
- Hell Pour Gulch (flashback)