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Scene of the bros riding into Kansas City, Missouri.
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| Vinnie
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♫ Kansas City! ♫
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| Modo
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♫ Kansas City, here I come! ♫ [Modo sings a further verse, with Vinnie cheering him on.]
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| Vinnie
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You sing it!
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| Modo
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Oh yeah! [Modo and Vinnie sing together until Throttle orders them to calm down.]
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| Throttle
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Bros, bros! Could you chill on the vocals, please? Something's up with the tetrahydrocarbon signal we've been tracking. I can't hear myself think! [The trio stop under a highway ramp to allow Throttle to check the faulty signal.] That's funny. It was working just fine.
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| Modo
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(excitedly) Hey, bros! Get a load of this! Big Bud's Big Butt Backdoor Boondock's Barbecue! Kansas City's finest. Ooh mama, your son has died and gone to heaven.
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| Throttle
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Yeah, before you try on that halo, I'm thinking we finish the mission before we dive into the sweet eats.
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| Vinnie
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Chill, my righteous bro! While we jiggle your monitor, allow yon strapping lad to follow his bliss.
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| Throttle
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Say what, Shakespeare?
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| Vinnie
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Let the big lug fill that hollow leg of his while you and I stick.
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| Throttle
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Well, why didn't you just say so? Go for it, big guy.
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| Modo
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Oh! That's a 10-4. I'll score you some takeout with some extra hot sauce. [Modo makes his way solo to the restaurant.] Oh man, oh man. I can already taste those slabs of short ribs and buffalo and-- [Modo runs into a poster of Ronaldo Rump, expanding to reveal the building of Rump A Mart.] whoa. What in the name of my gray furred old mama? Well, if that don't make an appetite go south, I don't know what does.
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"Biker Mice From Mars" theme song
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| Modo
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[Modo finally meets up with Big Bud, the owner of the aforementioned restaurant.] Excuse me, friend. You're Big Bud himself, aren't you? Hey, what happened to your barbecue joint?
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| Big Bud
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He's what happened. Creep moves in, buys up everything in sight, and builds this monstrosity. Even got his chicken claws on my special hot sauce recipe.
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| Modo
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So n-no more barbecue?
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| Big Bud
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Eh, check out the food court. The sauce is still the best in Kansas City.
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| Modo
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Good luck to you, Big Bud. Man, things sure do stink around here, and it's not because I ate something nasty. [Modo checks out the mart, where he runs into a Twinkle that is eerily familiar to him.]
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| Karbunkle
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Welcome to Rump-A-Mart, where you can shop your rump off.
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| Modo
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Hmm, something awfully familiar about that dude.
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| Karbunkle
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Please park on level ZZZ. [He quickly jumps on the phone to report Modo's sighting.] Red alert, your monumental monster-ness! The mouse took the bait. (laughs maniacally)
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| Modo
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Hmm, place is stone-cold empty. Heh, guess old Rump Butt ain't doing too much business. [A trap door opens underneath Modo and his bike, sending them farther down and landing in an underground tunnel maze. He is met by two identically-clad men in green outfits and top hats, spinning chains in their hands. Modo arms his robotic arm's laser gun at one of the men, causing him to retreat. The other wraps his chains around a stalactite and breaks it off the ceiling; Modo dodges it in time before it lands on his head. The man breaks off a stalagmite and again throws it Modo's way, dodging it; he hides behind a safe wall of rocks.] The things a mouse has to put up with just to get a little barbecue. [Modo walks into one of the tunnels, where he sneaks up behind one of the men, aiming his gun, but not before getting his robotic arm caught in a spiral of chains. the other man doing the same with his other arm. Another attempts to run and put him into a surprise headlock, to which Modo shakes him off.] Is this how you treat all your customers?! [Modo struggles to break free of the chains as another man wraps his legs together in more chains.] Woah! [A lack of balance causes Modo to fall to the ground; a voice from afar enters the room.] No wonder the joint's empty.
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| Limburger
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Ah, yes... ever the mouthy mouse. Welcome to the deepest nether regions, my dear, rapacious rodent.
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| Modo
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It can't be... Limburger!
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| Limburger
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Welcome, indeed. (laughs maniacally)
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| Throttle
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What do you think's taking the big guy so long?
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| Vinnie
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(scoffs) That old chowhound? He's probably still at the barbecue joint on round three of stuffing his face.
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| Throttle
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(chuckling) Yeah. [Throttle finally gets the signal to work.] Bingo. Modo's locator beacon.
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| Vinnie
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You know, maybe we best go save the big fella from himself. Stomach pumping can be so unpleasant. [Throttle and Vinnie mount their bikes and ride to Modo's location.]
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| Throttle
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Strange. Modo's signal's coming from underground, right by the tetrahydrocarbon signals I've been picking up. [The pair make it to the Rump-A-Mart.] Hey, Vin, check this out. Modo's tracking beam's coming from... this parking structure?
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| Vinnie
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Well, maybe he stopped in to buy us something nice., heh heh heh.
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| Karbunkle
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Welcome to Rump-A-Mart, where you--
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| Throttle
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Hey, don't we know you, citizen?
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| Karbunkle
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No no no no, I'm not him! I mean, uh, I'm, uh, someone else! Park on level ZZZ.
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| Vinnie
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(whistles) Man, gene pool from ugly must run real deep around here.
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| Modo
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Say, Limburger, you're looking a lot more buff than that sack of flab look you used to sport.
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| Limburger
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Oh, why, how kind of you to notice! It's Pilates. You should see me in a thong.
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| Modo
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[taken aback; shakes head] U-uh, thanks, I'll pass. I thought we saw the last of your fish face when we kicked your Plutarkian butts off of this planet.
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| Limburger
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Yes, I was quite on top of the world back then, wasn't I? [Flashback to the past; scenes of Limburger with his henchman appear accompanying his narration.] Spacious, extravagant offices. Legions of minions at my beck and call, and then you meddlesome mutts from Mars moved in, uninvited, I might add, and spoiled all my best laid plans. Not only was the Plutarkian strip mining invasion terminated, but Lord High Poobah Camembert stripped me of my rank and forced me back to this forsaken excuse for a planet, the very place of my undoing. Wandering, I lived like an animal, eventually stumbling in these pits, only to be enslaved by a hated nemesis. Imagine my shame, lackey to the Pit Boss, and all the while watching that carpet-bagging Rump exploit the very road to riches I so carefully paved. But I'll soon get it all back, starting now, and with your help.
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Throttle and Vinnie make it to Level ZZZ, where the same trap door that captured Modo opens beneath them as well. Before their bikes crash with them, they enact their bikes' rocket boosters, allowing them to land safely.
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| Vinnie
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Hmm, looks pretty quiet here.
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| Throttle
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Bro, I hate it when you say that.
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| Vinnie
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Why? [The pair are quickly ambushed and flee on foot; they duck behind a wall of rocks; Vinnie falls and lands on his back.] Uh-huh. Enough said.
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| Modo
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[Modo is arrested and wrapped in chains, held prisoner and accompanied by his chained bike, Limburger and Karbunkle.] So, riddle me this, stink-face. What's up with the Rump-A-Mart covering the top of this pit?
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| Limburger
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Let's just say that Mr. Rump has a special arrangement with the Pit Boss. The store provides an ever-so-convenient source of cash, credit cards, and more importantly, a never-ending supply of slaves for the pit mines. In exchange, the Pit Boss uses his captives to mine tetrahydrocarbons for Rump's regenerator. But all the tetrahydrocarbons on Earth won't help that toupee twerper-up when I finish with him. You see, two can play at this regenerator game. Now that you've dropped into my lair, I shall regain my former glory and deal with that idiot Pit Boss once and for all!
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| Pit Boss
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Who are you calling an idiot?
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| Limburger
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Ohh! Uhh... me! Me. As your lowly, idiotic servant, but I have intercepted an old enemy! Oh, boss of bosses.
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| Pit Boss
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I always wondered what you did around here, you falling flounder.
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| Twinkle
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(giggles) Oh, daddy! Who's this big hunk of cheese? [She walks up to Modo and caresses his face.]
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| Pit Boss
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Aw, just never you mind, darling. Now, schschschschschschsch. Daddy's busy right now.
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| Modo
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Time to split this family affair! [With his freed legs, he double kicks the henchman guarding his bike, landing on the seat. However, his escape is intercepted by the Pit Boss when he throws his whip at Modo, catching him by the leg and throwing him onto the ground.]
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| Pit Boss
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Take this, muscle-bound muskrat to the arena and feed him to the Cat Commandos.
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| Limburger
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Ohhh, great unthinning headmaster, this mouse and his friends have been a habitual thorn in the backside of Mr. Rump. Whoever catches them will surely garner favor with the Rump Empire. Please resist the impulse to destroy him outright. Whenever a mouse is in one's house, others are most certainly in the vicinity.
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| Twinkle
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[to Modo, flirtatiously] So, you big-eared hunkmeister, you're into bikes chains? Oohh, that's hot! [He struggles and squirms to get away from her.] Daddy, can I keep him? Can I? Can I, huh?
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| Modo
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[in horror] Oh, mama, what have they done to your son? [Twinkle towers over him as she attempts to kiss him with drool-ridden lips. Cut to Throttle and Vinnie, who are still fighting off henchmen.]
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| Vinnie
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This place is the Pits!
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| Throttle
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Yeah, as in really the pits. Remember, that underground dump full of rejects from a Mad Max flick?
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| Vinnie
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Yeah! Hey, didn't we kick some major butt here on our way to greatness? [A projectile is flung into the air and explodes, causing rubble to rain down.] Must not be their favorite memory.
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| Throttle
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Using the old flares, huh? [Vinnie begins to light a pair of flares.]
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| Vinnie
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Yeah, it's old school but it feels right. [He throws them up to the ceiling, where they explode and send to huge stalactites down on a group of henchmen, who flee, regain their footing, and continue to shoot at the mice. The pair run to their bikes and put on their helmets.]
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| Throttle
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That was easy... maybe too easy.
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Modo is captured and chained in the center of the arena. He tries angrily to escape, but his robotic arm weapons are too fragile to break through the tough chains. with Pit Boss looking over him in disapproval. Meanwhile, Limburger sends a command as henchmen organize loot.
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| Limburger
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Have your men retreat to the arena. We must lure these marauding mice here. The Biker Mice shall be at your mercy shortly, oh dread yet dashingly debonair master.
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| Twinkle
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But popsy, wopsy, don't catch the cute little he-mousey. Pa-leeeeease?
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| Pit Boss
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Now, never you mind, sweet-face. Your poppy has work to do. Once the mice are together on the field, over the explosives below their feet, kaboom! [laughs maniacally]
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| Limburger
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Yeah... quite subtle. [Twinkle gasps in horror as she watches Modo struggle.] I don't doubt that Mr. Rump will make you a vice president for this.
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Pit Boss opens the arena doors, where Modo is confronted by a group of armed Cat Commandos. As he fights them off one by one, Twinkle swoons.
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| Twinkle
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He sure kicks robot butt! That's hot.
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| Vinnie
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Ah-ho-ho! Now we got 'em cornered. It's a righteous tail whipping!
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| Throttle
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Woah, woah, woah, hold on, despe-reigns, it's all a little too convenient. I will get you to tandem. Modo and all are in there.
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| Vinnie
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Smelling a mousetrap, huh?
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| Throttle
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Fo'shizzle, my brizzle! Did I- did I do that right? Is that how the kids say it? Anyway, I say we take a high road. [Throttle and Vinnie boost their rocket engines.]
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| Vinnie
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Ah-ha-ha-ho-ho-ho! 'Sup, gladiator boy? Cavalry's here.
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| Throttle
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Do my little pink eyes deceive me, or do I actually see Lawrence Lactavius Limburger?
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| Vinnie
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Wellie, well, well. Pull my tail and call me squeaky. Big cheese himself. Time for a butt kick and trip down memory lane.
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| Modo
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Bros? You can cut me loose now! [Gunfire shoots at Modo, where he desparately dodges the shots.] Bards? Dudes?! Compadres!
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| Vinnie
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What'd you say? Gotta catch you later, bro! Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the party!
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| Pit Boss
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Now, come on, you miserable vermin. Just get a little closer together. [Right before Pit Boss presses the button to activate the underground explosives, Twinkle jumps into the arena and wraps her arms around Modo.] No, pumpkin!
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| Modo
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Woah!
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| Twinkle
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But father, I love him! [to Modo] I think I'll call you Muffin. [Pit Boss facepalms.]
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| Modo
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Oh, for the love of Mars.
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| Vinnie
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You gotta admit, they do make a handsome couple.
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| Modo
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Guys, get her off of me before she starts singing... show tunes!
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| Throttle
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[laughs] You two get better acquainted while we wrap this baby up.
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| Twinkle
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Courage, Muffin. I'll save us!
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| Modo
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Look, thanks, but-- whoa! [Twinkle holds onto Modo and heaves him forward in her arms, breaking the chains. She escapes with him through an entry point, accidentally hitting Modo's head on the top as they leave.] Watch where you're driving, lady.
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| Pit Boss
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Two of them is better than none. So long, rodents! [He presses the button, and electricity begins to generate. However, instead of the arena exploding, Pit Boss' chair explodes, with money raining everywhere. Limburger and Karbunkle walk into the arena and confront Throttle and Vinnie.]
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| Limburger
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Success! And now, my good doctor, if you don't mind. [Karbunkle presses a button an his remote, activating a giant magnet above the arena. Vinnie and Throttle attract to it effortlessly.]
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| Vinnie
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I didn't know I was wearing so much bling.
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| Limburger
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Oh, lest we forget, doctor. Please retrieve our runaway rodent Romeo. [The magnetic field trails to Modo and Twinkle.]
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| Modo
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Look, I'm flattered and all, ma'am, but where is this relationship going? Oh! [He is picked up by the magnetic attract, angering Twinkle.]
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| Twinkle
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Hey! Don't think you're getting away that easy, big boy.
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| Modo
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Oh, mama! [He sticks onto the magnet, Limburger laughing maniacally.] Thanks for sticking around, bros.
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| Limburger
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Mix phony tetrahydrocarbon signals with three Biker Mice. Scramble their tracker. Add a booby trap thrown and voila! A true Limburger piece de resistance. And you mice were just the boobies needed for the trap. All bow before Lawrence Lactavius Limburger, the new Pit Boss! [The surrounding henchmen and Cat Commandos bow down to him, the three mice watching from above in surprise.]
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| Throttle
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Well, one thing you gotta admit about old Limburger.
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| Vinnie
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Yeah, he still smells...
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| Throttle, Modo, Vinnie
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...baaaaaaaad!
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| Limburger
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Ah, I've almost missed that futile sarcasm of yours, especially when so tragically expressed in the face of imminent defeat.
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| Throttle
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Oh, yeah, you won yourself a real palace here, Limburger.
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| Limburger
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Oh, but I have no intention of staying down here. With Karbunkle's recreated Martian regenerator, I intend to placate Poobah Camembert, thereby regaining favor, standing, and privilege. If you'll allow me.
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| Vinnie
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You flipped your gills, cheese ball? That's nothing but a dialed-up super soaker.
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| Modo
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You couldn't fool your own mother with that thing.
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| Karbunkle
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Well, (laughing nervously) it was the best I could do. What with budget cutbacks, outsourcing and whatever.
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| Limburger
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Not to worry. The overly gaseous Lord High Camembert doesn't see as well as he used to. He'll be pleased, all right. Especially when he receives my gift adorned with a decorative garnish of the Biker Mice from Mars. And now, I bid you sweet adieu. [A large explosion rocks the floor, sending Limburger and Karbunkle to the ground; it is Twinkle, whom has acquired a bazooka cannon.]
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| Twinkle
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Courage, my pet!
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| Modo
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Oh, mama! [Twinkle launches a missile at the magnet's control panel, destroying it and setting the Biker Mice free.]
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| Pit Boss
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Limburger! I'll deal with you later. Right now, destroy those mangy mice!
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| Vinnie
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Ah-ha-ha-ho! Time for a tabby tangle! [The Cat Commandos and mice start a skirmish, causing quakes in the above mart to patrons' confusion. With a rear-mounted grappling hook, Modo wraps two commandos and ties them together. In a hurry, Karbunkle puts his disguise back on, but Limburger orders him put.]
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| Limburger
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Stay put, you hippocratic hypocrite!
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| Vinnie
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[cackling, acquiring the fake regenerator] The only way to can a fresh fish. [Vinnie sprays water onto Limburger and Karbunkle.]
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| Throttle
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What say we scope out cheese chub's sagging arm cannons? [Throttle grabs Limburger's belt and facial disguise off his body, causing his pants to fall down and massive stomach to hang out.]
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| Limburger
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How mortifying...
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| Vinnie
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Oh, man! We always knew Limburger was a stuffed shirt, but this... [whistles]
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| Limburger
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[Limburger tries to make a run for it, clad in only his trousers and shoulder pads, but the Pit Boss grabs him with his whip by the ankle and brings the disgraced Plutarkian to his grasp.] Oh, great receding hairline! Actual truth, in fact, I had engineered this entire undertaking for your sole benefit and gain. [The Pit Boss scoffs.] Not buying it, eh? [Pit Boss throws him into a pile of rubble nearby Karbunkle, who sighs sadly.]
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| Pit Boss
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And now, to finish off you, bag of boobs. [Pit Boss whips a nearby group of Cat Commandos stack on top of each other, turning into a Cat Commando mech.]
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| Vinnie
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Now there's a gadget with some real growth potential.
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| Throttle
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Yeah, maybe, but I'm not ready to invest just yet. [The trio, on their bikes, charge at the mech, blasting it with lasers and attempting to throw it off balance. Its power throws Vinnie and his bike into a pile of trash. Modo flies at it, shooting it with his bionic arm, but the mech throws a punch at the mouse and sends him plummeting to the ground, a stalactite falling on top of him. Throttle attempts to fight it solo, but is hit with the mech's eye lasers and thrown off course and flees from it on foot.] There's gotta be a way to skin this mighty kitty. [Throttle reaches for Karbunkle's regenerator and sprays the cat mech with water, where it begins to malfunction.]
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| Pit Boss
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No, no! [He runs from the scene at the mech deteriorates and explodes.]
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| Vinnie
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Nice thinking, bro.
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| Throttle
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Cats and water - bad mix.
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| Twinkle
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[Twinkle finds Modo crushed under the rocks; she throws it off of him and begins to comfort him.] Speak to me, my mighty mouse!
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| Modo
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Oh, man... anybody got a root beer?
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| Twinkle
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Oh! Oh, you're okay! [She hugs Modo tightly; Throttle and Vinnie snicker behind them. As Modo comes to, he tears her off of him.]
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| Modo
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Look, Missy, I'm flattered. I really am. It's just that I'm not ready for a long-term relationship.
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| Twinkle
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Huh? You don't want to be my pet?
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| Modo
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Pet? But I thought--
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| Twinkle
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What, my boyfriend? Ew! It's to the extreme! That's so not hot.
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| Modo
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Oh...
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| Twinkle
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Men. You're all alike.
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| Vinnie
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Huh. Got a real interesting way with the ladies, big guy.
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| Throttle
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Alright, look, this soap opera's finished. What say we spread our wings? It's time to rock...
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| Throttle, Modo, Vinnie
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...and fly! [The trio fly up the hole from where they came from.]
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| Limburger
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My dear malpracticing miscreant, I believe we have one surprise left for our malevolent mice, do we not?
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| Karbunkle
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Oh, yes. [He hands Limburger a remote.] After you, oh squishy one.
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| Limburger
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Why, thank you, Doctor. [He presses a button on the remote; the building begins to explode and collapse.]
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| Throttle
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Fasten your tails, bros! Looks like Limburger's bringing the whole house down!
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| Karbunkle
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[The rubble begins to fall into the pit, burying Limburger and Karbunkle.] Perhaps a smidge too much dynamite, your cheesiness?
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| Pit Boss
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Come to papa!
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| Karbunkle, Limburger
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Nooooo!
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Cut to Big Bud's Big Butt Boondock's Backdoor Barbecue.
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| Big Bud
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Now how can I ever thank you, young fellas?
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| Vinnie
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Man, oh man. You are going to be so sorry you asked. [Big Bud hands them several boxes of takeout.]
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| Modo
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Ooh-hoo-hoo, yeah. Now that's what I'm talking about!
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| Twinkle
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Yoo-hoo! Come to me, mouse!
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| Sprinkle
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Ooh, I like the white-haired one!
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| Modo
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She's got a sister! The horror!
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| Vinnie
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Oh, ditto, big fella! Let's rock...
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| Throttle, Modo, Vinnie
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...and run! [Big Bud laughs as they ride away, Sprinkle and Twinkle chasing them.]
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| Vinnie
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I've said it once, I've said it a bajillion times. You got a real interesting way with the ladies.
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"Biker Mice From Mars" credits
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