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Recap of previous episode
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| Carbine
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In our last episode, the conquesting Catatonians launched an all-out attack on the Martian Freedom Fighters to get their crummy claws on the Martian Mouse regenerator, the only machine capable of producing the water needed to sustain life on the bone-dry Martian planet! The heroic Biker Mice did their best to hold off the Cata-creeps, but in the end, there were just too many of them - the regenerator fell into the wrong paws. That's where he came in - the name is Stoker. In his alter-ego as Nightshift, he managed to take back the regenerator, but it all went wrong - the regenerator was destroyed. The good news is that Stoker knows how to build another one, but it can only be done on planet Earth - which is exactly where the Biker Bros are taking him, so it's time to rock and ride!
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"Biker Mice From Mars" theme song
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The Biker Mice and Stoker are on a ship headed to Earth.
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| Vinnie
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♫ On the road again, ta pa da ta pa pa pa pa pa -paaaa! On the road, I just can't wait to get on the road again, ta pa da pa-- ♫
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| Stoker
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Yo, Vinnie! Can the catawomp, will ya?
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| Vinnie
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♫ (whistling) On the road again... (whistling) ♫
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| Stoker
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Makes it kinda hard to focus here.
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| Vinnie
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♫ Road, agaaaiiin! Yeeeeesss! ♫
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Stoker furiously marches to Vinnie, taking his earbud out and screaming in his ear, startling Vinnie and causing him to throw his soda up in the air.
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| Stoker
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I said, SHUT IT!
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| Vinnie
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Hey! What!? What'd I do now!?
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The soda spills all over Vinnie, and the other three laugh. Stoker reprimands him.
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| Modo
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First bath he's had this month!
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| Throttle
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Whoo, smell me about it!
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| Stoker
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Searching for tetrahydrocarbon deposits is a tricky business, punk, so I'd appreciate it if you could cool out. You know, quiet? Like a mouse?
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| Vinnie
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Ah, lighten up, old timer, we're on our way to Earth! It's the numero uno party planet in the galaxy, so like, enjoy! (Vinnie throws his empty soda can at Stoker in defiance, who catches and crushes it. He shakes off the excess root beer on his fur.) Some mice just don't know how to chill.
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Vinnie throws his empty soda can at Stoker in defiance, who catches and crushes it.
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| Throttle
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I'll "chill" when we're back on Mars with a new regenerator. Till then, stay tuned in for trouble.
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The ship continues its course. Meanwhile, at the Catatonian base, Cataclysm is screaming at a Claw Trooper for their allowance of Stoker to escape.
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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 is listening on the conversation, filing his nails.
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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.
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The Catatonians officially launch in search of the Martian ship. The scene cuts to Ronaldo Rump making a bad swing on his newest Siberian golf course resort, the orange golf ball landing far off course into the snow.
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| Rump
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Daw, nuts!
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| Carol
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Uh, you're 14 over par, Mr. Rump.
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| Rump
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Ooh, is not bad. Not bad at all.
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| Carol
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You've only played three holes.
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| Rump
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(clears throat) Are you, eh, sure about that, Carol?
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| Carol
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Oh, silly me! Um... uh... uh, two under par?
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| Rump
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Oh, yes, excellent. It's good to be the king!
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Rump is interrupted by a call on his golf cart from Cataclysm.
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| Rump
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Ah, Cataclysm, you felonious old feline! You still making the universe safe for the cat chow and the kitty litter? (to Carol) Give me thirty seconds, then cut us off. (to Cataclysm) So how did you get my private number, pal? I thought I had it changed the last time we chatted. (laughs) I kid, I kid. (grabs Georgie) This freak really chase my, um, my... rump. Purchase the phone company and fire everyone. (to Cataclysm) So, my old friend, what can I do you for you for?
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Cut to Cataclysm's point of view. Hairball is chasing his tail in the background of the phone call.
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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!
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| Rump
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Ah, Cataclysm, my fuzzy boy, I am now golfing in Siberia on my newest Rump golf resort, another piece of worthless real estate which I, Ronaldo Rump, have transformed into a profitable paradise! And how does Rump do it, you ask? With your regenerator! (laughs) Actually, it's my regenerator now, but since you mention it, I could use another one, pal, so we have a deal. My people will be in touch, we'll do Sochi.
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| Cataclysm
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That's great, Rump, but we also want a deal with the-- (Cataclysm is cut off from the call.)
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| Rump
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Oh, he's a bad lie. Georgie! Any good woods in the bag? (he snaps his fingers and allows Tiger Woods to play the swing.) Yeah, go, do your thing, Mr. Woods, do your thing.
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Tiger swings and the golf ball goes well into the air, and transitions into a comet to cut back to the mice. Vinnie is reading over brochures on what places to visit in Chicago.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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Vinnie is deployed by the bay of the ship armed with a gun and takes aim at the attacking Catacruisers, who land plasma hits near him.
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| Vinnie
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Woah! Ah, four against one, eh? My kinda odds! (he aims at one of the ships and lands a major direct hit.) Ooh, yeah! Vin Man one, Cata-creeps nada!
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| Throttle
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Say good night, greasies. (he charges a shot and lands.)
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| Modo
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Yeah, don't let the bed bugs-- (the ship sustains a hit.) bite!
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| Vinnie
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(losing balance) Woah, eugh!
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| Throttle
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Lock and load for space battle! (the four mice arm themselves with guns and Cataclysm's ship makes its way to theirs and boards them with a plasma bridge, melting the door down.) Batten down the hatches! We got pussycat pirates scratching at the door.
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| Modo
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As my old, grey-furred mama always says: if company come a-calling, be sure to put out the welcome mat!
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Claw Troopers assault the mice. Despite Modo's cannon and Vinnie's shurikens fending most of them off, they manage to take Stoker hostile.
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| Claw Trooper
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Drop 'em, or your general is vermin soufflé.
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| Vinnie
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Oh, man, I hate when this happens. (the trio surrender.)
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Meanwhile, back on Earth, Rump is aiming his regenerator at a new plot of land for his latest project.
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| Rump
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(humming) There! It's the picture-perfect location for the Rump empire's newest parking garage and spa!
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| Carol
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Uh, are you quite sure, Mr. Rump? You've been using up a lot of the regenerator's power lately.
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| Rump
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Hm, it is through enough, thus our opportune deal with the Catatonians, we will have to do our best to persuade General Stoker to build us another when Cataclysm delivers him!
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| Carol
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Uh, I don't believe that the General is going to be particularly anxious to business with us again.
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| Rump
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Ah ah ah ah, I think he will deal, Carol. Remember, everyone has their price. If not, I'll just make delivery the problem of that pin-headed pussycat, Cataclysm! But now, just for giggles, let's make some money!
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Cut to Last Chance Garage. Charley is working on a bike and humming the 1993 Biker Mice From Mars theme song to herself. She overhears the erection of Rump's latest building, which is right next store to her - a Rump hotel.
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| Charley
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Ah, not again! That's the fourth building this week, and a little mouse in my head tells me that this young lady is next.
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Cut to the Biker Mice and Stoker, who are being confronted by Cataclysm.
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| Cataclysm
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Ahh, the great General Stoker. How good to see you again.
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| Stoker
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Wooh, a little too much tuna in the diet there, Sylvester?
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| Cataclysm
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(growling) Enough. Take this general to my ship. As for the rest of these vermin, exterminate them.
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| Vinnie
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(Cataclysm is walking away with Stoker captive.) Hang in there, old timer. We'll spring ya - Mouse's honor.
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| Stoker
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Ten-four, little bro. Till then, ride free, citizen! (Stoker is hit from behind with a gun barrel and taken away.)
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| Claw Trooper
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Gaww, touching. But if you're looking to be heroes, you might try saving your own tails. (places a bomb on the ship, set for one minute self destruction and laughs.) Bye-bye. (he leaves with the rest of the Catatonians.)
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| Throttle
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To the bikes, bros! Time to rock!... and hop.
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The three, tied up, hop their way to their bikes reluctantly.
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| Vinnie
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How mortifying...
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| Throttle
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(they make their way to the exit, but the doors begin to slide open slowly.) (annoyed) Uh, Vincent, weren't you supposed to get this fixed?
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| Vinnie
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Well, it was fix the door or make my aerobics class. Health is our most important asset, you know.
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| Throttle
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(sighs) Modo, take up the slack.
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| Vinnie
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(Jumping up powerfully from the ground, Modo brings the tied mice back to their standing position and blasts the door with his arm cannon.) Subtle.
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Throttle whistle for their bikes, which free them from their bonds with a couple laser shots. The Biker Mice hop on and plan their escape with twenty seconds remaining.
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| Throttle
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Let's blow this Popsicle stand!
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Vinnie reaches for the switch to open the door, but also fails to open. Modo and Throttle glare at him.
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| Vinnie
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Oh, boy, um, (laughing nervously) must have been on my fix-it list too, huh? (chuckles awkwardly)
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| Throttle; Modo
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(unamused) Ya think?
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| Bomb voice
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(the timer reaches zero.) Enjoy your trip.
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The ship self-destructs piece by piece. The mice make their way to crash land on Earth.
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| Cataclysm
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Ah... so, General, what do you think about your so-called "bros" now?
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| Stoker
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A bit of advice - spend less time gloating and more time worrying what I'm gonna to do your scraggly hide when I get free.
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| Cataclysm
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(growls) Communications officer, contact Rump. Tell him I've got a mouse in the house - and it's all his for the right price!
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Meanwhile, at Last Chance Garage, Charley is practicing a test run on one of her motorcycles in a self-made racing course.
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| Charley
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(finishing the race) Woo... this baby's pretty cherry! Now if I can just twerk out a few more RPM's on it... (Charley takes notice of the flaming comet crashing down and coming closer to the ground.) (nervous) Let's see... make a wish? (gasp) Gotta run!
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The crash obliterates the ground, creating a massive bonfire in the alleyway. An unscathed Charley watches in awe.
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| Charley
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Woah! I haven't seen the likes of this since those macho mice went home to Mars! (Charley tries to inch her way closer to the fiery debris.) Ooh! Hot!
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| Vinnie
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Eh heh, why, thank you. You're looking pretty spiffy yourself.
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| Charley
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I-- I could've sworn I heard--
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Throttle, Modo, and Vinnie, come out from under the fire and reveal themselves to Charley.
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| Charley
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Throttle! Modo! (rejoices happily) No way.
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| Throttle
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Oh-ho-ho, way.
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| Modo
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Definitely way. (Charley embraces them.)
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| Charley
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I missed you so much!
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| Modo
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Right back at ya, Charley, ma'am.
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Charley turns to Vinnie, who is sheepishly avoiding eye contact with her.
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| Vinnie
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(chuckles nervously) Hiya, doll.
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| Charley
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You don't write, you don't call!
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| Vinnie
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Well, I... I've been kinda... I don't know...
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| Charley
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(hugs Vinnie) Oh, I don't believe it! You're back! (cries with joy)
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| Vinnie
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Yeah, better than ever, pretty lady!
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| Throttle
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Heh, kids these days. (fist bumps Modo)
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Meanwhile, Stoker is being held captive on Cataclysm's ship, being handcuffed around a chair. With his tail, he sneaks out a smuggled laser gun to cut off the cuff's chain. He releases his hands, sighing in relief, and fakes his captivity until the right moment.
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| Claw Trooper
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Entering Earth's atmosphere, sir. (hisses)
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| Stoker
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Not for nothing, but where are we headed?
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| Cataclysm
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We're going to see a man about a mouse.
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| Stoker
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(disgustedly) Oh... Rump.
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| Cataclysm
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Yeah, Rump. He's gonna be real happy to see you.
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| Stoker
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Sorry, but I've got me other plans. (Stoker springs up and instantly knocks out a nearby Claw Trooper, aiming for Cataclysm next with a forceful kick, sending the huge cat to the ground. With his gun, he begins to shoot his way out.)
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| Cataclysm
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Corner that rat!
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| Stoker
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Hasta mas tarde, el gatos! See ya on the other side. (He jumps back first off of the ship, summoning a hand glider from his gun to safely float down to Earth.) Ah, joy of flight, ha ha ha ha!
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Meanwhile, at Last Chance Garage, Charley has begun to prep the bros' poorly damaged bikes for repair, making them nervous.
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| Charley
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(amused) I can see that my dance cards are gonna be filled for a while. Why don't you slackers wait outside while I work?
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| Modo
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I... I'd like to stay with my little darling if you don't mind, Charley, ma'am.
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| Charley
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Don't worry, Modo. I'll take good care of her. But I do my best work alone.
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| Modo
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Huh? (Charley gently shoves him out.)
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| Charley
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Okay, girl, time to strut your stuff. (Charley lights her torch and begins to work.)
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| Rump
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(the scene cuts to Rump tower, with Rump meeting with the Catatonians. He is furious about the news of Stoker's escape.) You what!? You had Stoker in those fat ham hocks and you lost him!?
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| Hairball
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What is big deal? Listen to me, Ronaldo. We track the vermin to whatever hole he hide in, and we take him! Hahahahaha! It's simple, no? (a shark swims by in Rump's underwater aquarium.) Ooh, fishy! Here, fishy, fishy, fishy, fishy... Aah! Ooh!
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| Rump
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(to Cataclysm) Boy, he's a crazy guy.
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| Hairball
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(he stops chasing the shark and immediately runs and salutes to Rump.) (clears throat) Assistant Supreme Commander Hannibal T. Hairball, heheheh!, at your service.
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| Rump
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Ah, he's... family, isn't he?
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| Cataclysm
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(groans) Yeah... but this time, he happens to be right. 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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| Rump
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Now, what about those, eh, "Freedom Fighters" you mentioned? The, eh, "Biker Mice", is it?
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| Cataclysm
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Forget about them. They're probably sidewalk pizza for the alley cats by now.
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| Modo
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(cutting back to Last Chance Garage, where Charley is still working on the bros' bikes.) Oh, mama, what's taking so long?
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| Vinnie
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Dude, dude, oh, I just wanna know what's going down with my bike!
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| Throttle
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Alright, l-let's j-just chill, bros... right? I mean, everyone knows Charley's the best wrench jockey this side of the sun, and... (sighs, notices Modo panicking) that little-- I'll be good, big fella.
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| Modo
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Maybe for us, but I wonder if old Stoker can say the same.
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Stoker, on his glider, is making his way land-bound in a desert canyon, a destination familiar to him. However, the pathway is too narrow for the glider and eventually results in Stoker crashing into the boulders head-on.
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| Stoker
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(groaning, turning into hysterical laughter) Am I still the baddest mamma jamma of all, or what? (as he stands up, he sustains some serious back pain, reflecting the reality of his age.) Ow! Maybe it's time to rethink that whole "baddest mamma jamma" thing. (he makes his way to part of the rock wall, banging his fist on an old hidden keypad, eventually forcing it open to type in the code to unlock an old base hidden inside with a motorcycle and tetrahydrocarbon lab.) Oh, Lucy, I'm home! (he continues to walk staggerdly towards his bike, but eventually passes out from exhaustion.)
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At Last Chance Garage, the Biker Mice are still nervous wrecks as Charley walks out of her garage with the news.
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| Throttle
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Well?
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| Vinnie
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(grabbing and shaking Throttle) Oh, this can't be good!
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| Modo
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Oh, mama, I can't take it anymore!
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| Charley
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(smirks; laughs) They made it! (Charley hits a button on her remote, opening the garage and allowing the three newly refurbished bikes to show themselves around. The mice watch in awe) Check out the improvements, a la Charlene. By the way, Vinnie, when was the last time you gave yours a tune-up, anyway?
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| Vinnie
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Oh, man, there's that fix-it list again.
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| Modo
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(a tracker device hidden in his robotic arm sends an alert.) Hey, we're definitely on a lucky roll, bros! I got a read on Stoker, he's alive!
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| Throttle
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Let's bike up, bros! We've got a package to pick up.
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| Charley
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What, that's it? You're leaving? Just... like that?
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| Throttle
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Well, we could always use a good wrench jockey and... you know, this mission's gonna be one long, tough trip.
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| Modo
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That is, if you don't mind coming along, Charley, ma'am.
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| Charley
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Mind? I've been packed since you guys left for Mars! Just park your tails right there and I'll be right back!
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| Vinnie
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Heh heh ha! Bikes, bros, and Charley girl. It's party time!
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| Throttle
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Roger that, Vincenzo! Let's rock, and-- (the mice are interrupted by a loud truck horn, crashing down like dominoes.)
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| Vinnie
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Hey, are my pink little eyes seeing things or is that Charley girl driving--?
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| Charley
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A truck! Complete with full garage and sleeping quarters for the baddest mamma jammas in the galaxy!
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| Vinnie
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Ow! Does this lady whip tail or what?
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| Charley
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Throttle, I believe you were saying?
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| Throttle
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Why, thank you, Charlene. I believe that the exact words were: Let's rock...
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...and ride!
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At Rump Tower, Cataclysm has also received the alert on tracking Stoker.
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| Cataclysm
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What have we got here? It's Stoker! (laughs maniacally) (to Rump) He's been located.
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| Rump
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Well then, (reaching out for Cataclysm's hand) it looks we are in business. (the two shake hands, confirming their deal.)
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| Cataclysm
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Yes, guess we are... for now. (he growls to himself as the scene zooms out, Hairball playing with the fish under the floor and chasing it into the screen. The episode fades out.)
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"Biker Mice From Mars" ending credits + theme song
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