| Throttle
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[Throttle is supervising a training session via flying saucer overlooking Modo, Vinnie, and Charley.] Smooth and gentle, but not quite slick enough. [Vinnie attempts to bat the saucer away.] Okay, I gotta log in that big old caboose of yours, Modo. Gonna need a wider screen. Now, first whiff of any Stoker Rat readings, upload the coordinates directly to me at the big rig here. Capisce? Meanwhile, drone number two will make sure that those feline four flushers are still catnapping about our plan. [Throttle launches another drone onto the ship from the Moon expedition, parked at Rump Plaza. A hypnotic ray surrounds the device, and therefore affecting Throttle.] Huh? What? Uh...
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| Hairball
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Is not polite to busy peepings tomcat, you no-goodnik gopher. You liking my new hypno beam? It will make honest rodent of you. [He laughs maniacally.] Now, tell me all your little Biker Mouski secrets. Betray your comrades and my command, you will obey. [He laughs maniacally.]
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| Throttle
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I will obey. I will obey. I will obey.
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"Biker Mice from Mars" theme song
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| Hairball
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Oh yeah, Cataclysm, with this secret operation, my barrel-chested blowhard of brother will no longer be able to keepings me from rightful glory. Now, you Catatonic captive of Catatonia, proceed. Send me all secret files on the Stoker Rat, thus gettings me the big promotion, da?
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| Throttle
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Da, your most mighty hair suit.
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| Hairball
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Oh, thank you. I like that. This is new intelligence. We will capture that meshugana mutant ratski and "persuade" from him all regenerator data.
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| Throttle
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Yes, oh powerful overlord of back hair.
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| Hairball
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You-- ah-- oh, I just waxed my back! You like? [Hairball quickly tidies the area as Cataclysm walks in.] Oh, I am polishing everything very shiny. As ordered, dear brother. ♫ La, la, la, la, la! Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja! ♫ [Cataclysm grumbles and exits; Hairball blows a raspberry.] Begin the Stoker Rat uploads now, rodent.
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| Throttle
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Yes, your royal shag carpet of cooties. [Throttle uploads the first file from The Adventure begins, Part 1.]
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| Throttle
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There's only one other mouse who can build another regenerator. And even if he is alive, we don't know where he is--
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| Modo
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Or what team he's playing for.
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| Vinnie
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Hey, hey, hey, hey. Stoker's alive. I just know he is! And you guys, ho, you got him all wrong, because the old-timer would never sell out the bros. [Cataclysm and the Catatonians catch up to the mice, who surround them at gunpoint. Cataclysm walks to the remnants of the regenerator.]
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| Cataclysm
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Five years of canned catfood rations, and kitty climbs with no scratching posts, just to get my claws on this regenerator. And now... nothing! Troopers! Bring me the tails of the Biker Mice from-- huh? [As Cataclysm was lamenting to himself, he realizes the Biker Mice escaped the troopers' grasp with Nightshift.]
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| Throttle
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Hey! Tuna breath! Wasn't our fault but we knew you'd have to blame someone.
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| Modo
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So we took a vote.
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| Vinnie
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And you, lost! [Modo shoots his arm blaster at the canyon wall, causing an avalanche to fall on Cataclysm.] By a landslide!
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| Cataclysm
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(clearing out of the rubble) This has been a very bad day... [With Cataclysm defeated, the mice place Night Shift's body on the ground to find out of his identity.]
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| Throttle
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Alright, might as well see who's really to blame. [Throttle lifts his helmet off, horrified.] What? I-it can't--
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| Vinnie
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Pull my tail and call me squeaky.
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| Modo
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Oh, mama...
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| Throttle, Modo, Vinnie
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Stoker! [The next file from New Cats in Town is played.]
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| Vinnie
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[They stop on a cliff's edge, with Stoker horrified at the sunlight.] There's a ray of sunshine we don't wanna see. [Stoker transforms into Stoker Rat, tearing off the spare aqua gear and outperforming the mice and their bikes. He swipes the regenerator and jumps into the volcano.]
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| Modo
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He's gonna fry in there, and we only got a minute's worth of oxygen to go.
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| Throttle
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A mouse has gotta do what a mouse has gotta do. And these mice got a bro to save.
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| Modo
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As my old, grey-furred mama always says: out of the frying pan and into the... uh, well, the frying pan. Let's do it!
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| Stoker
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[Cut to Stoker, who is still inside the volcano. As the sun sets, he returns to his normal form. He picks up a ball of hair nearby.] Catatonian shapeshifter fur. Hmmm, shapeshifter... DNA... might hold the key to curing my rat problem. Maybe cats are good for something after all. Well, maybe. [The file cuts off.]
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| Hairball
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Hmm. This about tetrahydrocarbon overexposure turning Stoker into the big ratski. It's all old bosh. After all, we did plant bugging device on your big rig console during 60,000 mile service.
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| Throttle
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Forgive me, oh prince of all tail lickers.
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| Hairball
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Enough. This is sucking up, you silly little field mouski. [Hairball begins to gag.] I need new... information that... [As he gags, he accidentally send off a missile.] Oops. Stupid rodent, look what you made me do! Oh, no, promotion is going down flashy ball at warp speed. [Hairball types something on his keyboard, to no avail.] And, now we see-- Aaaaah! Stop with the flying, you mouse-seeking missile! [Cataclysm overhears Hairball's cries.] Hope you got my little vermin meal ticket, you bad, bad missile. [Hairball notices Cataclysm and stops, turning to face him and attempting to hide what is on screen.] Is not a thing, brother bubala. Is just a... a soggy cowlick. Yes, yes. Caught in my esophagus. You see that? Can't get out. Oh, it's very bad. [Cataclysm grumbles and leaves.] Must stop crazy missile or end up with desk job on West Planet Plotzky.
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| Throttle
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I hear and obey, your lofty looginess. [He launches a new drone to lead the missile away.]
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| Hairball
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Huh? [The missile intercepts into a Clawbine with Claw Troopers.] You do'ed it? I mean, uh, I, Hairball, do'ed it! Yeah! Huzzah! Now, download all your Stoker files of most secretive variety.
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| Throttle
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Yes, oh emperor of expectorated fur. [A file plays from "The Adventure Begins, Part 1".]
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| Stoker
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(grunts; coughs; licking his lips) Mmm, root beer! Vinnie likes-- root... beer? [Stoker realizes his situation, with the four mice confronting him] (chuckles) Well, ain't you all a sight for these sore, old eyes? [Throttle, furious, grabs him by the shoulders.]
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| Throttle
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Alright, why'd you do it, Stoker?
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| Stoker
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Why'd I do what?
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| Modo
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Excuse me, General Stoker, sir, but I think the commander is asking why you destroyed our regenerator.
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| Stoker
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Hey, I didn't destroy it. Those feline freaks blew it up!
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| Carbine
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After you stole it!
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| Vinnie
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Hey, hey, hey! Calm down, everybody, the Vin Man's got this covered. 'Sup, old timer?
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| Stoker
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What's up with you, rookie? Looked pretty good out there today.
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| Vinnie
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Well, natural talent, old man, natural talent. Hey, hey, you remember the time we--?
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| Throttle, Modo, Carbine
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Vincent!
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| Vinnie
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Alright, alright! So, Stoke. What's up with trying to wreck the planet and all that stuff?
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| Stoker
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I never tried to wreck the planet, I was trying to protect it!
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| Carbine
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Oh, by stealing the regenerator? Huh, interesting choice.
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| Stoker
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Sorry you don't approve, General. I wouldn't have liked it much either when I was running things, but that's the call I made.
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| Carbine
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Ha! What made you think we needed your help?
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| Stoker
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Because I'm the only one who can build you another one! This one wasn't gonna last forever and I needed it to replicate the components.
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| Throttle
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Hey, Stoker, I heard you sold out for a fortune on planet Earth. I also heard you were making regenerators for the highest bidder. Is that stuff true?
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| Stoker
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(defeated sigh) Just one.
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| Vinnie
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Huh!?
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| Stoker
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I'm not proud of it, but I can do it again! I can make another regenerator, and save Mars!
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| Carbine
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Good! Then look around and get yourself comfortable, old timer, 'cause you don't leave this room till I have a new regenerator in my hands.
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| Stoker
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No can do. Not here and not without the original. Only place to get tetrahydrocarbons is back on Earth. You want another one, I gotta do it there. [The file cuts and a new one plays from "The British Invasion".]
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| Rump
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[Stoker's strength and muscle rise as the monstrous rat, gaining huge claws and teeth, the adrenaline pumping through his veins exposed on his limbs. Cataclysm backs away, but then decides to punch Stoker in the face in an attempt to calm him down, but to no avail as Stoker attacks back and knocks Cataclysm to the ground. Stoker breaks free of his handcuffs and runs towards the Catatonian as the two scuffle.] Guards! Guards! [Before backup can arrive, Stoker easily defeats Cataclysm despite his best efforts. Rump cowers nearby Stoker's former chains. Finally, Claw Troopers arrive, pointing their guns at Stoker as Cataclysm falls unconscious. They fire at the monstrous Martian, who dodges their laser attacks effortlessly and climbs around the walls of the prison. Eventually, he is hit by a stray bullet, and makes his way to the ground. Holding onto his injured arm, he knocks the Claw Troopers over with ease and escapes the cell, locking a fainting Rump and all Catatonians inside; the file cuts off and the next one plays from The Adventure Begins, Part 2.]
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| Vinnie
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Well, first thing we'll hit ol' Chi-town, I wanna drop by Quigley Field, score a couple of foot-longs slathered in chili and then, maybe, a motocross race.
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| Throttle
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Ah, Vincent, does the word "work" have any significant meaning to you?
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| Vinnie
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(scoffs) Well, yeah, but nothing good.
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| Modo
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You know, it's not too late to drop him off on the moon. [The ship takes a serious hit to the surprise of the quartet.]
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| All
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Woah!
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| Stoker
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Catatonian Catacruisers, dead ahead!
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| Throttle
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Where?
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| Modo
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Oh, mama. There! [The Catacruisers reveal themselves to the have the ability of invisibility and land another attack on the ship.]
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| Vinnie
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Woah! Not cool!
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| Throttle
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Helmets on and visors closed, bros!
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| Claw Trooper
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(to Cataclysm) Two direct hits, sir. They're listing badly.
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| Cataclysm
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Continue plasma bombardment and prepare to board. And remember - I want Stoker, alive. [The file cuts off.]
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| Hairball
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Oh, nyet, nyet! This data is like moldy old tuna, phew! I require only the new, most covert, most hush-hush poopsie. I am now pushing the pedal to the metal and will extract all knowledge in your puny pea brain. This will render your mouski medulla no more resistant to washings and peeled grape, permanently. Oh, it's so very sad. For you! [He laughs maniacally.] Okie dokie, artichokie. Full service brain cleaning complete. Now, tell soon-to-be, five-star head honcho cat Hairball everything about Mr. General Stoker Rat, huh? [Throttle acts like a non-sentient mouse.] Oi oi oi, I am stupid dumb kennelhead! I make rotten brain null and void! Is no new data! I will now never be top cat! Stupid, stupid, stupid! [Cataclysm walks back in.] Oh, is just an ingrown toenail from working so hard, beloved big brother. What to do, what to do? [Hairball eyes his cyberspace suit.] Aha! Now this is virtual reality suit. I will dim my virtual self to big rig. [Hairball projects himself into the rig, shoving Throttle out of the way and explores the system's files on Stoker.] Ooh, secret dealings between Stoker and Rump! And with blackmail being my favorite sport. [A file plays from "The British Invasion".]
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| Stoker
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[An abandoned homestead in an undisclosed location in the desert. Since Stoker was last seen falling unconscious in his lab, he has since been chained to the wall of an underground prison, now struggling to maintain his composure due to the tetrahydrocarbon exposure aggravating his DNA.] [weakly] Is this the end of Stoker? [The door opens, allowing sunlight to shine directly onto him, causing Stoker to yell in surprise and horror; it is Ronaldo Rump accompanied with Cataclysm.]
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| Rump
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[As Rump taunts Stoker, the mouse's eyes begin to glow red.] Little, furry General Stoker.
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| Stoker
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I thought I smelled a big, fat rump behind this. Are you looking for nothing? I've got a lot of that for you.
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| Rump
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[Sarcastically applauding] Oh, kudos on your bravado. But, eh, [makes a clicking noise] I seem to recall you having said that once before. Now, I'm curious, tell me - how did that work out for you [pokes Stoker in the chest] that time?
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| Stoker
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That was a long time ago, Rump. Things ain't like they used to be.
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| Rump
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Oh, really? Let's see - a prison cell, you're tired, desperate, and far from home. No, it all seems pretty much exactly as it used to be. And just like before, you're going to build me another regenerator. Comprende? [The file cuts to a scene from "Changes".]
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| Stoker
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He's done it to me again. Just like before. Had no choice then... [A flashback on screen shows a Catatonia military base, Phineas P. Catorkian has implanted an explosive device on a captured Throttle, being witnessed in one of Rump's buildings by Rump and Stoker, who are clad in 1970s-style outfits, suggesting the incident Stoker is recollecting took place roughly 20-30 years ago.]
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| Rump
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The plasma chip implanted on your fellow Freedom Fighter here will explode if I give the order. So, you build me a regenerator, or you say sayonara to your-- what do you call him?-- ah, yes, your, ah... "bro."
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| Stoker
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I... I can't sacrifice Throttle.
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| Rump
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So, build the regenerator and nothing happens to your comrade! He won't remember anything. But, if you don't--
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| Stoker
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Enough! (defeated) I'll do it.
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| Rump
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Ah, of course you will, General. Of course you will. [The file cuts off.]
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| Hairball
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Wait, wait, wait, this is all files from my own cat command ship. Explanatory note required.
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| Throttle
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[Throttle stands up, revealing he was never hypnotized.] Sorry, Mr. Head Honcho Runner-Upski. [He grabs Hairball and picks him up.] But I've got your explanatory note right here. Yep, it always pays to pony up for extra UV coating on the old shades. Stores hypno-rays for use on the... oh, for example, you. [Throttle hypnotizes Hairball.] Now, let's see what info's rolling around in that lactose-laced brain of yours. [A file plays from the events of "The Adventure Begin, Part 2".
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| Cataclysm
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(slams his fist, growling) General Stoker was here!? On Mars!? And you let him escape!
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| Claw Trooper
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Intel reports that he's on his way to Earth with several vermin commandos.
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| Cataclysm
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(bats trooper out of the way in anger) Earth... yes, of course! The richest source of tetrahydrocarbons in the galaxy! It seems that General Stoker is going to attempt to build another regenerator.
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| Hairball
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So what is big deal? Listen. We get our claws in this "Stoker" and then... uh, how do the kids say-- oh, yeah, yeah, yeah: It all good, homie!
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| Cataclysm
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Oh, I'll get Stoker all right, but it may not be enough. Locating tetrahydrocarbons takes technology... and money. Lots of it. It's going to take... Rump.
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| Hairball
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Eugh, what is "rump"? (hacks) Sounds disgusting.
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| Cataclysm
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You'll see soon enough. (to Claw Trooper) Launch the armada! We're going rat hunting. [Cut to the phone call between Cataclysm and Rump.]
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| Cataclysm
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I have a business proposition for you.
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| Rump
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Ah, business, I'm all about business. What is on your fuzzy little brain, hmmm?
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| Cataclysm
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Regenerators, Rump. (Hairball stops playing and meets Cataclysm at the screen.) Let's talk regenerators.
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| Hairball
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Eh heh, what? We don't have regenerator, we-- Oh! (Cataclysm nudges him.)
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| Cataclysm
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(to Hairball) But Rump does. Now shut up!
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| Hairball
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Okay.
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| Cataclysm
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(flustered) Uhh, not you, Rump! [Cut to Cataclysm's meeting with Rump on Earth.] You help me find Stoker, and there's a regenerator in it for both of us.
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| Rump
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Oh? Well, Stoker is the only one who can build it... and it is going to take a lot of cash - something which I have lots and lots of, heh heh heh heh! But, you mess up, and I'll turn you loose in a pound full of pit bulls. Comprende?
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| Cataclysm
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Yeah. Got it.
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| Hairball
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[The hypnosis ceases.] Huh?
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| Throttle
|
Wonder if I can dropkick this cyberchump back to his litter box from here?
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| Hairball
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You cannot hurting me, tonka mouski. I am virtual reality kitty.
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| Throttle
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Yeah, well, you can't blame a silly little field mouski for trying now, can you? [He removes the Catatonian tracker Hairball smuggled into the rig and shoves it with Hairball.] Oh, oh, yeah, and take this baby with you. [He drop kicks Hairball into the screen, sending him into cyberspace and back to his own computer, falling at Cataclysm's feet.]
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| Hairball
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Oh! I was just, ah, deep-cleaning monitor, and, well, please pass the schmata? [Cataclysm whacks his head with a broom; he licks the broom.] Mmm! Lemony wax, mein favorite!
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| Vinnie
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Aaaaow!
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| Modo
|
Yee-haw!
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| Throttle
|
Well, party animals, looks like my cat and mouse game gave us some mighty tasty new Catatonian intel. And I'm bringing it along. Meantime, old Hairball's gonna be really busy with an itchy bug he... picked up. [He mounts his bike and catches up with the mice and Charley.] Yeah, baby!
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| Hairball
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[He scratches his rear on the floor.] Oh, I hate those missky, messkis to pieces! [He whines as the scene fades to black.]
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"Biker Mice from Mars" credits theme
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