Transcript:Biker Mice from Mars No. 3: The Freedom to Fight

	Mars Slobber and the Sand Raiders have begun to wreck havoc upon Brimstone, the capital of Mars. Martian mice have been forced to stay out of their way as the city sustains a barrage of heavy armory and explosions.
Slobber	"Hell has come to Brimstone!" And when we Sand Raiders are done with it, there will be only ash! Do you hear me... [VROOOM] Biker Mice From Mars?
Vinnie	[VIP VIP VIP] Modo-- Look!
Modo	I see, Vinnie. Let's go! [The pair see a young mouse being targeted by a pair of raiders; each go for one of them, Vinnie running one over and Modo kicking another in the face.] [VROOOOOM]
Vinnie	[WHAM] How about you pick a fight with someone a little less pint-sized?
Sand Raider #1	[WHUD] Oomph!
Modo	[Modo helps the young boy onto his bike.] Need a ride, kid?
Martian Boy	Thanks, mister!
Slobber	[THOOM] There you are!
Vinnie	Man, this Slobber guy is relentless! Really wish Throttle had come with us!
Modo	You're telling me. We'll have to make do without him.
Vinnie	No worries, bro, I got you-- get the kid to safety! One distraction... ...coming right up! Hey, dog breath! Bet ya can't catch up!
Slobber	[PHOOM] Don't got to! [Slobber unleashes a shot from his bazooka, nearly landing on Vinnie as he desperately tries to maneuver the attack.] [BOOM] [SKIRR]
Modo	Vinnie! You crazy mouse! Kid, let's get you to safety so-- [A mouse stands right in front of Modo.] Whoa! [SCREEEEECH] What the--? Dude! Are you out of your mind!?
Stoker	Duck. [Modo follows Stoker's command as Stoker shoots at the incoming Sand Raider vehicle.] [ZARK] [KABOOM]
Sand Raider #2	ACK!
Modo	[Helping the boy to safety] Alright-- who are you?
Stoker	Name's Stoker. Let's talk.
Sand Raider #3	[Cut to Vinnie, who runs into more Raiders as Slobber pursues him.] Gotcha!
Vinnie	Whoa-- roadblock!
Slobber	End of the line, Biker Louse!
Vinnie	I think you just lack a little imagination!
Slobber	[Slobber launches his bazooka, attempting to aim at Vinnie.] [FUUOOM] Ha!
Vinnie	Upsy-daisy! [The laser misses, hitting the two Sand Raiders instead.] [THOOM] Now that's what I call a creative turn! Thanks for the assist!
Slobber	Crap! after him!
Sand Raider #4	[Cut to Brimstone, where the innocent Martians, including Modo's family, are still held captive, with Modo and Stoker stealthily watching them from a safe, hidden place nearby.] Get them together! We can use them for collarteral!
Modo	*Ugh. They've rounded most of them up.*
Stoker	Didn't mean to bring this trouble down on your town.
Modo	If you knew they were looking for you, why did you even come?
Stoker	I heard there were some fighters here-- mice who were willing to fight the Plutarkians on their own terms. Can't keep doing it on my own. For this kind of war... ...you still need an army.
Modo	Tried that route. Didn't take.
Stoker	So, we'll make our own. Trust me. The only way for a mouse to make a difference here... ...is to fight for freedom in your own way.
Modo	What do you have in mind?
Stoker	There's a farm down the way... do you know it?
Modo	Yeah...?
Vinnie	[Cut back to Vinnie and the gunfire.] [SPAK SPAK SPAK SPAK SPAK] Keep trying, you lousy fleabags! [A bullet finally grrazes his back tire, sending him flying to the ground forwards.] [SHRAKT] [WHUD]
Slobber	Hello... [Slobber pulls out a smaller handgun.] ...And goodbye! [Suddenly, an unknown hit destroys Slobber's bazooka on his other hand, surprising him.] [SHRAKT]
Throttle	[POOM] Hey, Slobber! How about I give you a new target? [SKRRR VIP VIP VIP VIP SKRRR]
Vinnie	Throttle! I knew you'd miss my jokes.
Throttle	What can I say? I love a good underdog story.
Vinnie	What we do best! You ready?
Throttle	It's tail whippin' time!
Modo	[SKRRRRR] Bros-- over here!
Throttle	Sheesh, Modo-- You always know the best shortcuts! [VROOOOOM]
Slobber	After them!
Modo	Should we apologize now or--
Throttle	Let's save it for when we thin out the herd.
Modo	Already way ahead of you!
Stoker	[Stoker enters the fight, leading a herd of male horned beasts.] Speaking of herds... male horned beasts are a different kind of ride!
Slobber	[KRASH] Such aggression!
Throttle	Dude's for some tactics! New friend of yours?
Modo	Better than making enemies!
Slobber	[Slobber flees his vehicles and prepares to attack on foot.] Filthy! [THUD] And I don't just mean the beasts.
Vinnie	Well, he's no quitter, I'll give him that.
Slobber	[Aiming a cannon at the trio] How about you hold still for one moment?
Throttle	Got any reinforcements? I'll even take a squirrel bat if you have one.
Modo	Sorry. All out of tricks and beasts.
Vinnie	But not all out of options. Look!
	Carbine leads the way with an army of mice on camoflauged motorcycles behind her. [VVVVVRRROOOOOM]
Carbine	Hey there, fellas! Hope you don't mind... ...A few of the friends you made wanted to lend a hand! [VROOOOOOOOOOOOMM]
Throttle	Whoa... what an entrance!
Modo	Marry her.
Vinnie	Now.
Carbine	Fire! [POOM POOM]
Slobber	They've brought allies?! Well, then it's time for a diversion! [Slobbers presses a button on a remote, setting off a nearby explosion and causing a building to collapse.] [KLIK] [BOOM] [FWOOOM]
Throttle	Burn rubber--the whole building's coming down!
Slobber	Stoker, how about we play a game, just you and me?
Stoker	Not on your life, bone-breath! Not when I've got an army at my command! Let's go, soldiers! Show me what that training got you! [to Harley, winking] And glad to have you on board too, beautiful.
Harley	Name's Harley, and thanks, good-lookin'!
Stoker	[Hopping onto a horned beast] You three feel like taking up the flank?
Vinnie	You kidding? Flanking is what we do best!
Stoker	[Off-page] "See you at the crossroads!"
Vinnie	What about these idiots? [SKRRRRR]
Carbine	Don't worry about it-- we'll handle them. [Various mice mount on board with the cavalry, including Primer with Carbine, and Rimfire with Sweep onto a horned beast.] Oh, Sand Raiders! Come out and play!
Throttle	I think I'm in love.
Vinnie, Modo	We know!
Modo	Keep riding, Romeo!
Throttle	[VROOOOOOM] We need to catch up!
Vinnie	Cut 'em off at the city limits!
Modo	Let's move!
Rimfire	Back off right now! Or--
Sand Raider #4	Or what, runt?
Sweep	Or he'll tell his ma on ya! [Sweep punches the rat in the face.] [KRAK] [WHUD]
Stoker	[Off-page] "I used to think I had to fight this war alone."
Slobber	Faster! They're gaining on us!
Stoker	[Off-page] "That doing it on my own was the only way to get things done..."
Modo	Surprise, you mutts! [PHOOM]
Stoker	[Off-page] "Wasn't worth it to get others involved."
Slobber	AUGH!
Stoker	Hey, punk! Let's go for a ride! [the horned beast bellows.] [HREWWW] [Off-page] "But I know better now. I forgot something important..."
Vinnie	Harley! Hi, need some help?
Harley	Won't ever say no coming from you. Thanks, friend.
Vinnie	Oh...um... okay. Friend. Um. Right.
Stoker	[Off-page] "It ain't just my fight. And I'm better with a team."
	Later...
Carbine	Into the truck, flunky.
Stoker	I'm sorry I brought this to your city.
Throttle	It isn't your fault-- We know who the enemy is.
Modo	And they got big pockets. We can't take them on alone... ...but I'm not joining that army again.
Throttle	I think we've found our leader right here.
Stoker	I'd be honored. It's good to know... [Off-page] "...I'm not the only one fighting for freedom."
	Earth
Charley	Move it! Move it! Move it!
	Later, Throttle and Carbine are talking on their bikes in a canyon.
Carbine	I'm officially granting you an honorable discharge, soldier.
Throttle	Sure you're not disappointed in me?
Carbine	Nah. The Freedom Fighters suit you. And I think there's a place in this war for both of us.
Throttle	Does that mean I still get to see you?
Carbine	Don't get too excited, hotshot. The mission comes first... ...But you're a close second. [They kiss.]
	Desert Spin Valley, Mars One year later...
Plutarkian Soldiers	Get those Freedom Fighters-- --For Plutark!
Vinnie	There's a lot of them.
Throttle	Looks like we're outgunned.
Modo	And outmoused.
Vinnie	Sounds like my kind of Marscavia!
Stoker	Still want me leading this outfit?
Throttle	Can't think of anyone better.
Stoker	Then you know what to do. Let's--
All	Rock and ride! [VROOOM VROOOM]
	Meanwhile, Mr. Stilton is negotiating more aid with Lord Camembert.
Mr. Stilton	It's not that I'm overwhelmed, Mr. High Chairman, Sir... ...But these Freedom Fighters are like scrambling sabre squids. They're causing all sorts of ruckus! Some aid would be appreciated... A mercenary or hitman or--
Camembert	Disappointing! I will not reward your incompetence with my finest! You'll get what you get, you simpering nuisance!
Plutarkian Soldier #1	This is the help he's sending? Sounds like more of a punishment to me. This joker's number 86 on the Plutarkian fish food chain of command.
Plutarkian Soldier #2	Oh geez. What's his name?
Plutarkian Soldier #1	Lawrence Lactavius Limburger!
Limburger	*Ah...Mars-- So nice of you to welcome me!*

Cast[]

Protagonists[]

Vinnie
Modo
Stoker
Throttle
Carbine
Harley
Primer (non-speaking role)
Rimfire
Sweep
Enfield (non-speaking role)
Modo's mother (non-speaking role)
Throttle's mother (non-speaking role)

Transcript:Biker Mice from Mars No. 3: The Freedom to Fight

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