| Lectromag
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[Somewhere in the Milky Way Galaxy...] I got off of Mars before the planetary shield was activated, Limburger, but so did somebody else... ...and they're tracking me.
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| Limburger
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Say no more, Lectromag, my magnetic menace. I've already been stalking-- er, talking to some of my more scrupulous associates in the area and they are on their way to assist. Now, how is our precious cargo doing?
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| Lectromag
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Doctor Hawwki? Been quiet as a mouse. Whatever went down between you two before you handed her off to me has really got her gears turning.
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| Limburger
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Good, good. Back to more pressing matters. I wonder... who was crazy enough to chase after you? [Cut to the Biker Mice.]
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| Vinnie
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The Biker Mice from Mars are in outer space! I always felt it was a crime to keep a handsome mug like mine contained to one planet!
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| Throttle
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Maybe read the room, Vincent? We only got this ship because Modo's family gave it to us, meaning they had to stay behind on Mars.
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| Vinnie
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Right. I was just... I've never actually been... sorry, Modo.
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| Throttle
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We're thousands of miles from home, with no bikes, no backup, and no way to contact our families. Maybe instead of having fun you could try to help?
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| Vinnie
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Gee, I said I was sorry, Throttle. I'll try to work the comms again.
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| Modo
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Don't bother. Can't get through to anybody. Think maybe that out-of-control geo-assembler is disrupting comms? [Cut to the scene of Detonator's destruction.]
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| Throttle
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"That guy who kidnapped Hawwki... Lectromag? He hit that crazy killer bot with an electromagnetic pulse. If the Plutarkian shield around Mars is electromagnetic, too..."
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| Modo
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[Cut to a zoomed-out shot of a shielded Mars.] "...It means Mars can't receive any messages from off-planet. Can't get any messages out, either."
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| Vinnie
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"I bet those slimeball Plutarkians can." [Cut back to the trio.] The Plutarkians could be up to anything-- or that geo-assembler could be destroying the planet right now-- and we would have no idea! Should we... head back?
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| Throttle
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We wouldn't make it past the shield. And we can't stop the geo-assembler without Hawwki. We have to help her and get her back to Mars.
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| Modo
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Where do you think Lectromag is headed?
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| Throttle
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Looks like he's on a course for somewhere called the Merge... but it's strange that he hasn't jumped to hyper-speed yet.
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| Modo
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What do you think he's waiting f-- [The ship's alarm system goes off.]
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| Throttle
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That's the proximity alert, but where... oh. [The ship is captured.] They've got us in a tractor beam! [They are kidnapped and placed in a holding ward with other captured ships.]
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| Red Stalker
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Reach out to the Plutarkian and tell him his friend is clear to make the jump to hyper-speed. We have his pursuers-- and our prey-- in hand. Such a shame that this will be the easiest hunt the Stalkers ever had. [They inspect the ship, only to find it deserted.]
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| Green Stalker
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It's... empty?
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| Red Stalker
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But how? The Plutarkian said we would find some high-value Martian... [He spots the mice.] ...mice. After them! The hunt begins... [The mice split up and hide around the ship, communicated with each other discreetly.]
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| Vinnie
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Do you read me, bros? I heard them call themselves "Stalkers." But these are not the type of Stalkers a handsome mouse such as myself is used to.
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| Modo
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I've heard of them. Intergalactic hunters. They pay for the privilege of hunting high-value targets.
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| Vinnie
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And a bod like mine is definitely high-value!
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| Throttle
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Oh, they're gonna pay for this, all right. Let's find a way to-- [His comm creates static; he finds a grate and opens it with his tail.] Bros? I think they're jamming our comms. Can anyone read me?
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| Vinnie
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Throttle? Modo? Hello? Oh! Hello... [Vinnie stumbles upon a port of ships.] ...what do we have here? You know, if the Biker Mice from Mars are gonna be in outer space, we might need some upgrades...
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| Guard #1
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Guard duty! While a hunt is on in our very own ship!
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| Guard #2
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Guarding our hyperdrive engine is important. If any of those mice sabotaged this thing, it would be--
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| Guard #1
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The humiliation! The embarrassment! I am a hunter! Bah! Those mice are lucky I'm not hunting them!
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| Modo
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Oh yeah? And why's that?
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| Guard #1
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Because if I found them, I'd... Wait, who--
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| Modo
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[Modo faces the surly guard, having already neutralized his partner.] Hi. [He whacks the guard with his tail.] Now what was that about messing with the ship's hyperdrive? [Cut to Throttle, who is being chased by a Stalker.]
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| Soldier #1
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You have my sincere thanks for providing me with a real hunt, mouse!
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| Throttle
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You have my thanks for letting me swipe this sick hoverboard! [He grabs onto a nearby grate.] And you have my apologies... for this! [He drops the hoverboard onto the Stalker.]
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| Soldier #1
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Ooof!
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| Throttle
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Cheap shot, but it felt good! Now to do something about our comms. [Cut to Modo, trying to disable the hyperdrive engine.]
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| Modo
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And if I disconnect this dohickey and insert this thingama--
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| Soldier #2
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Turn around, Martian. I want my face to be the last thing you see.
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| Modo
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[The engine explodes; Modo runs away from the control panel.] 'Cuz you're so ugly you're gonna make me go blind? [The soldier is dazed by the explosion; Modo gives him an uppercut to the jaw.]
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| Soldier #2
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Rraa!
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| Modo
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[Sparks fly from the engine.] Huh. I guess that did the trick! [Cut to Vinnie.]
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| Vinnie
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At least all that time hanging around Harley's Garage was good for something. [Alarms begin to go off.] That's either a really good sign or a really bad sign!
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| Blue Stalker
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What's that?
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| Purple Stalker
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There's a fire in the hyperdrive chamber!
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| Green Stalker
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The Martians! [Throttle lands out of the grate.]
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| Throttle
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This should fix our comms. Never thought I'd miss Vincent so much... [He presses a button.] Okay, time to get out of here! [He makes his escape, meeting up with Modo.] Bros?!
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| Modo
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Back here, Throttle!
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| Throttle
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Modo! Whoa! Where did these come from?!
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| Modo
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They were here when I got back!
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| Vinnie
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Kzzh-- can you hear me?
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| Throttle
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Vincent! Tell us about these championship choppers!
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| Vincent
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I'm pretty sure those beauties are space-worthy!
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| Modo
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These gorgeous gas guzzlers go galactic?
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| Soldier #3
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There they are! [Soldiers shoot at the pair.]
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| Modo
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Where are you, Vinnie?!
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| Vinnie
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Our ship's still stuck in the tractor beam. I'm gonna deactivate it. I need you to buy me some time!
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| Modo
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Not too much time! I may have started a large fire in the hyperdrive room!
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| Throttle
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Modo, are you thinking what I'm thinking...?
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| Modo
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I believe I am, my astro bro...
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| Throttle, Modo
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...Let's rocket and ride!
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| Throttle
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You Stalkers sure you wanna be doing this right now?
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| Modo
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Yeah, isn't your mothership about to go up in flames?!
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| Soldier #4
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The Stalkers never back down from a hunt!
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| Modo
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Neither do Biker Mice riding interstellar stallions! [The Stalker suffers a direct hit.]
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| Soldier #4
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Aaah!
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| Throttle
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I know with a name like "Stalkers" you wanna get up close and personal... ...But I need space! [He lands two hits.]
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| Modo
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Space is where I'm gonna blast these tailgaters to! I wonder how much these guys paid to have us hand their butts to them?!
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| Throttle
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Wooo! Modo, I could get used to zero gravity!
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| Modo
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I could get used to zero enemies-- look!
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| Throttle
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Aw, man. Vincent... [Cut to Vinnie.] ...How's it going?
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| Vinnie
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Oh hey, bros, I forgot you were out there.
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| Throttle
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Vincent!
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| Vinnie
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Kidding! Listen guys, I know I joke around too much sometimes-- especially when things getway intense-- but I promise you I've always got your back. Reversing the tractor beam... now! [The beam is deactivated and their ship falls out of the port.]
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| Throttle
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Nice job! Now we just need to shake these Stalker stooges!
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| Modo
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Easier said than done!
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| Vinnie
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Yours truly has that covered, too, bros! Since I can reverse the tractor beam, I bet I can also oppositize it.
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| Throttle
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"Oppositize" it?
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| Vinnie
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Yeah, instead of the tractor beam capturing our ship... ...I'll just make sure it captures all of theirs!
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| Soldier #5
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What the?!
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| Soldier #6
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The tractor beam!
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| Throttle
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Radical work, Vinnie! Now grab your bike and get out here before that mothership's hyperdrive blows!
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| Vinnie
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It's getting hotter than me in here!
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| Throttle
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Hurry up, Vinnie... ...That fire looks really bad from out here.
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| Vinnie
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Um, bros? What do you think happens to a hyperdrive unit when it explodes?
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| Throttle
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Let's not stick around to find out! Come on, move your tail! [Vinnie activates a spear, latching onto the mice's ship.]
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| Vinnie
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Got it! [The hyperdrive explodes.] Bros!
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| Throttle
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Vincent!
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| Modo
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Vinnie! [The rope attaching Vinnie severs.]
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To be continued...
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