| Vinnie
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[An episode recap begins, narrated by the Biker Mice.] This story started with the Vin Man's most heroic efforts ever. You see, I--
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| Modo
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That's not where it started, bro.
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| Throttle
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No, in fact, we were late arrivals. It started with Night Shift stealing Rump's Regenerator. Right about that time, we received a really bad 411.
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| Modo
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Yeah, water was running out big time back on Mars. With no Regenerator there to make more, the future on Mars was looking bleak. Thing is, Stoker now had two Regenerators but was making a very suspicious deal.
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| Vinnie
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Then Throttles' "friend", General Carbine, arrived on Earth with some weird news of her own.
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| Throttle
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Stoker's DNA scan had split into two separate signals.
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| Modo
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Which we tracked to Area 51D, just outside of Detroit. Carbine and Charley went off to track one signal while we--
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| Vinnie
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That's when the Vinster heroically--
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| Throttle
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No, no, no, not exactly... "Vinster." That's when we followed Stoker and were captured by an old enemy: that Plutarkian blowfish, Lawrence Limburger.
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| Vinnie
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So when do we get to my hero part?
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| Modo
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Stay tuned, bro. Stay tuned.
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"Biker Mice from Mars" theme song
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| Limburger
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Ah, Chicago. Just had to say it for old times' sake. The best laid plans of mice and fish have indeed come together in a most opportune fashion. Don't you agree, my diminutive associate?
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| Napoleon Brie
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Oh, yes, your woyal widebodiness.
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| Limburger
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And you owe it all to my magnanimous ability to let bygones be bygones, don't you, Brie? [He grabs Brie by the collar, bringing him close.] Say it.
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| Napoleon Brie
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I can hardly wait to pay you back. [He grins slyly as he knocks Limburger out of his chair with his broom and onto his control panel.]
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| Limburger
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Oh, how the mighty have fallen. A nun lower than you, my erstwhile rival. [He fixes Brie's hair with his own broom.] But I'm pleased as punch to bring on board someone I can look down upon. [He twists Brie's nose.] After all, fish slime is thicker than water. [He kicks Brie in the rear.] It seems like only yesterday we were disreputable hooligans alienated from the great Plutarkian leadership.
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| Napoleon Brie
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And yet here we are.
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| Limburger
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Yes, gathering space aliens to form the core of a powerful new army. And now, as we are but moments from obtaining the regenerator we need to provide all the resources Plutark shall ever require, reclaiming my... our... former glory and prestige is inevitable. [Brie pours hot tea on Limburger's lap.] Why, we may very well be standing on the precipice of history. [He yelps, standing up and shoving the teapot onto Brie's head.] Must be more careful. Now, where was I?
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| Napoleon Brie
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[He manages to get the pot off of his head.] On the pwecipice of his doing?
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| Limburger
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[He pats Brie's head in assurance.] I'm so gratified that we see eye to eye. [Limburger's pants fall down, Brie trying not to laugh; cut to the Biker Mice in their cell.]
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| Vinnie
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Anyone got a plan? I'm taking requests.
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| Modo
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Oh, don't look now, bros, but I'm thinking we just got rescued.
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| Throttle
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[Throttle eyes Stoker nearby.] Okay, time's a-wasting, General. Come on, blast these force beams! We'll do the smash and grab.
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| Vinnie
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Yeah, as much as we like being wall hangings in an outer space uglies museum-- [An alien growls at Vinnie.]
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| Stoker
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Sorry, bros, can't do it. Trust me.
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| Throttle, Modo, Vinnie
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Huh?
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| Stoker
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I have to do this my way.
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| Limburger
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[Limburger enters with Karbunkle, Greasepit, Brie, and others.] Catching up on old times, are we? Touching and sentimental, but ill-advised.
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| Vinnie
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Napoleon Brie, the Big Cheese, and the Motor City Maniac? Are both these guys really back, or is my life in reruns?
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| Throttle
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Chill, Vincent. Stoker's up to something.
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| Modo
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Mm. Wish he was up to getting us out of here.
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| Limburger
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I trust that you've brought them both?
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| Stoker
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You'll get your regenerator when you take me to the tetrahydrocarbons - and the package that you stole from me.
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| Limburger
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Then all I need, dear General, is some verification that your inventions actually do what you say they will do. [Stoker demonstrates the regenerator's power.]
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| Greasepit
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Ooh, look how pretty and shiny, boss! You can see yourself in this thing. Look at that. [A building begins to emerge under Greasepit's feet, sending him through the roof, and plummeting when it disappears, hitting the floor and splattering grease everywhere.]
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| Limburger
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Oh, my. Splendidly convincing, I must say. And about your desperate companions?
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| Stoker
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Do what you want with them.
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| Vinnie
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A rat! Traitor! I knew it. [Stoker steals the Motor City Maniac's gun and shoots a whole in the roof of the trio's cell, the floorboard falling and narrowly missing the mice.]
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| Limburger
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It seems that we no longer need concern ourselves about the brave general's loyalties. They simply don't exist. However, in the interest of tidiness, find those troublesome females the vermin travel with.
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| Greasepit
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Find those girls? Oh, but I didn't even know they was lost. I's on it, chief! [Limburger and his gang leave; Throttle pick up the rubble with his tail.]
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| Throttle
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On three, bros. One, two--
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| Modo
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Move! [Throttle lifts the board and blocks an array of cell bars, allowing the mice to escape. Vinnie is the last one to make it out of the cell and accidentally zaps his tail.]
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| Vinnie
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Nyah! What happened to three?
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| Throttle
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Budget cutbacks.
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| Modo
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[The mice mount their motorcycles.] So, Stoker's shot was...
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| Throttle
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On purpose? Bingo. Alright, you bros head out for Stoker. I'm right behind you. [He answers a call.] Charley, come in.
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| Charley
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Well, we're still on the trail of Stoker's alternate signal.
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| Carbine
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Yeah, looks like it's taking us to the salt mines under Detroit. Did you find Stoker?
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| Throttle
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Oh yeah. And we ran into a couple of other old friends you guys won't be thrilled to see. I'll fill you in when we rendezvous. [Vinnie and Modo catch up with Limburger.] Better catch up with the bros before they find that trouble they're so good at.
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| Limburger
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[Brie bumps into Limburger, falling down.] Mitigate this conflict and there's a good lad.
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| Napoleon Brie
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Vewy soon I'll put that big ball of wub in his place and be the newest wising star in the Plutarkian hiewarchy. [He laughs and whistles for an alien soldier, commanding him to go after the mice.] Go, go, gorilla! [The mice charge; two more aliens appear with the cyclops. Vinnie throws a flared shuriken, where it successfully strikes an alien. A purple alien tries to knock Modo off his bike, but he jumps into the air and shoots a thermal laser at the creature, knocking him down. The cyclops charges again and is met with Throttle, who blasts his hand laser straight into the alien's face, knocking it back.]
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| Modo
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There's a message here.
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| Vinnie
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Yeah, one monkey don't stop no show...
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| Throttle
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And three don't have a chance.
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| Karbunkle
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Allow me to present my express elevator to the underground salt mines. [Karbunkle gesture for them to board.] Gentlemen.
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| Limburger
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Please ensure that the elevator provides its next passengers with a very special ride.
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To be continued...
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"Biker Mice from Mars" credits theme
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