| 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. | |
| Stoker | [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 | [As Rump taunts Stoker, the mouse's eyes begin to glow red.] Little, furry General Stoker. |
| Stoker | I thought I smelled a big, fat rump behind this. Are you looking for nothing? I've got a lot of that for you. |
| Rump | [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? |
| Stoker | That was a long time ago, Rump. Things ain't like they used to be. |
| Rump | 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? [Rump's pronunciation causes spit to fly onto Stoker's face, disgusting him.] |
| Stoker | [Stoker's rage rises, but quickly turns to horror as the sun shines onto his body, causing it to change, beginning with glowing eyes and rising, beast-like qualities and strength.] [Internally, as his words become growls and roars] Something... strange... not... right! [The transformation continues, as he becomes more and more beastial into a rat-like creature, growling and snarling at Rump and Cataclysm and struggling to break free of his bonds and maintaining his self under the stress of the transformation.] |
| Cataclysm | You're breaking my heart. |
| Stoker | You... Cataclysm! You're the one trying to put the kabash on me and my bros! |
| Cataclysm | For once, you got it right. Now, the man here gave you an order and you're gonna do it. |
| Stoker's transformation continues due to exposure to the sun, successfully turning into the Stoker Rat. The screen shows a close-up of his jagged teeth and he begins to confront Cataclysm and Rump. "Biker Mice From Mars" theme song | |
| 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. | |
| Rump | 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. Meanwhile, the Biker Mice are following a signal not far behind in the desert, rising their bikes up a desert cliff wall.] | |
| Vinnie | [cackles] Last one up the mountain's a stinky cheese! |
| Throttle | How about less racing, more working, Vincent? |
| Vinnie | Funny how he always says that when he's losing. |
| Modo | Hey, come on, reign in the goofing around, buddy. My readings put Stoker somewhere on top of this mountain and we gotta find him. |
| Vinnie | [scoffs] No goofing around? Have we met? [The trio continue up the cliff as a hot-air balloon with the symbol "BS" rises above in the sky, containing three British men, the two glad in tuxedos blowing into tubes to maintain the balloon's hot-air and a blond, muscular man keeping watch.] |
| Richard | Come, come, old man, we're losing altitude! |
| Mash | Bangers, dear boy, might I trouble you for some replenishments? |
| Bangers | Oh, why certainly, Mash. [He hands his comrade a bowl full of hot peppers.] |
| Mash | Cheers, then! Down the hatch. [He downs the entire bowl.] Well, that should stoke the old-- [Due to the spice, he suddenly catches the peppers' heat and briefly exhales fire because exhaling more breaths more quickly into his tube, inflating the balloon. Brand-Something, through his binoculars, catches sight of the Biker Mice.] |
| Richard | Hang on, what's this? Could these be the migrating mice of which cousin Rump has spoke? Suit up, gents! Time to exercise our rodent eradication protocol! [Bangers and Mash tie their tubes' ends and, while their eyes glow green, transform into their robot bodies.] Have at it, chaps! Jolly good fun, yes? [Brand-Something laughs as he locks in on the mice and shoots at them with a cannon placed on the bottom of the balloon basket.] |
| Throttle | [The mice scatter from the shots.] Looks like we were expected. Battle mode, bros! |
| Modo | Locked... |
| Vinnie | And loaded! [Vinnie laughs triumphantly; Their bikes modify to arms themselves with offensive cannons displayed above their front wheels.] |
| Throttle | Alright, you mamma-jammas, let's rock and-- [Throttle is interrupted by laserfire shooting at him in his path.] Moving right on to evasive action. Hit it! [Brand-Something continues to fire, nearly hitting Throttle.] Woah! |
| Modo | Oh-ho-ho, mama! [Modo wheelies up a cliff and catches some air.] Yee-haw! |
| Vinnie | Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ho-ho-ho! [Vinnie, in a combination of being hit and colliding with a rock, falls to the ground and off his bike. He gets up and pulls out a handgun.] Not cool! [Throttle and Modo rush to his side to grab him out of the line of fire.] Anybody watching? [He is interrupted and taken away to safety behind the nearby rock.] |
| Modo | Ho-ho! Hit case at high noon! |
| Vinnie | Heyyy! Who's having a birthday? [Modo and Throttle glare at him, unamused.] What? Not a... party balloon? [The opposing pair shake their heads.] |
| Throttle | [Pumping his fist] Oh, it's going to be a party, all right. Biker Volley Number 7, bros! [Small guns assemble of of the trios' biker gloves and Modo's robot arm.] Assume your positions. [They point their barrels at the balloon and shoot, hitting and sending the balloon plummeting to the ground. Brand-Something orders Bangers and Mash out of the basket to assault the mice.] |
| Richard | This simply won't do! [He presses a button on his remote that detaches the balloon itself and transforms the basket into an airplane.] |
| Throttle, Modo, Vinnie | Huh?! |
| Richard | Bombs away it is! [Brand-Something activates his remotes, sending down missiles onto the mice in addition to Bangers and Mash heading their way quickly, leaving them literally stuck between a rock and a hard place.] |
| Vinnie | Oh, man... [The scene cuts to the title.] |
| Throttle | Incoming! |
| Modo | Come to Uncle Modo. [Modo raises his bionic arm's shooter and fires at the missiles, cuasing them to detonate mid-air.] Dead-eye. |
| Throttle | Ooh, heavy machinery at 3 o'clock! |
| Vinnie | Ah, no problemo. The Vinster's got a little heavy machinery up this way. [He whistles, commanding his bike to return. He jumps onto it, cackling deeply, and circles around the pair of robots. He ignites and throws a pair of flare shurikens at them via his bike's front chamber, chopping Bangers' arms off, causing him to shriek.] Ah-ha-ho! Now that's what I call disarming the enemy. [Bangers re-emerges with a backup pair of arms, with guns instead of hands.] Or not... [Throttle and Modo run to their motorcycles and trail up to Vinnie; Bangers shoots at Vinnie, who struggles to dodge his attack.] Woah! Oh, man! [Modo shoots at Mash's back. Bangers turns around to Modo's direction, Mash following, and the latter equips a chest blaster and fires it at a surprised Modo.] |
| Modo | Huh?! [Brand-Something spectates from above in his plane, laughing in a pleased manner. He aims at Throttle, dropping more missiles down on top of the mouse, to which Throttle rides up a ramp, does a half front-flip, and shoots at and detonates the missles, all in mid-air. Modo regains his footing and goes after Bangers.] Yee-haw! |
| Vinnie | [Bangers shoots at Vinnie again, but he dodges more effortlessly.] [Cackles in triumph as he steadily parks at a safe distance away from Bangers, equipping his bike front's cannon.] If at first you don't succeed... [He fires, decapitating Bangers. As his head lands on the ground, he is seen desperately trying to look for it.] ...knock his block off. [Vinnie and Throttle high-five. Meanwhile, Modo rides towards Mash on the offensive.] |
| Modo | Woah-ho-ho! [He shoots a weighted net at Mash, where it expands and covers the robot completely. Modo jumps off his bike at the right moment and tackles Mash.] Temper, temper, big fella. We'll have you out of there in... eh, who am I kidding? You're not going anywhere. [His eye glowing red, Modo punches Mash right in his head, the screen briefly appearing inverse with the impact, and the robot falls unconscious.] Sleep tight, don't let the rust bite! [Bangers is still crawling around to find his head; Modo sees it and shoots it off in the distance. Meanwhile, Throttle and Vinnie chase after Brand-Something's plane, THrottle locking in on it to attack.] |
| Vinnie | [Throttle's radar is blinking.] Got a read on him? |
| Throttle | Please, you doubt? [Throttle launches a double-barrel laser beam at the plane, but misses.] |
| Richard | Ha ha! Cute! [A laser beam hits and knocks off the plane's tailfin. Brand-Something shouts in surprise from behind and begins to plummet to the ground.] Oh, bother... Well, if I'm going down, I'm taking a few blighters with me. |
| Throttle | Bogey at 12 o'clock high and coming low. [The trio attempt to outrun the plane. Brand-Something laughs, and presses a button that transforms the plane into a helicopter. He flies on the Biker Mice's level, and gains air again and leaves.] |
| Richard | [Laughs] Ta-ta-, old chaps! See you on the other side! [He flies away.] |
| Vinnie | Where does he get those wonderful toys? |
| Modo | Been waiting a long time to use that line, eh, bro? [As Brand-Something leaves, Charlie finally catches up to the trio's signal in her semi-truck headquarters. She shows them her tracking device, which is glowing with accurate readings.] |
| Charlie | Your tracking device works like a charm. [Charlie scans the area, seeing Bangers and Mash and the rubble of the concluded brawl.] Heh... keeping busy, huh, boys? |
| Throttle | Yeah, just another day at the office, Charlie girl. |
| Modo | Now, let's go find us a Stoker. [Charlie and the mice continue their hunt for Stoker. Meanwhile, Stoker is still running through the desert brush, injured. He trips on a long and briefly tends to his ankle. He finds a dark hole with a thin waterfall to take shelter in, where he collapses and reverses the transformation, becoming his normal self again.] |
| Stoker | [He groans, standing back up and pulling out an audio recorder to log his experience.] My worst fears have happened. Too much exposure to tetrahydrocarbons... [sighs] Guess you can't build a regenerator without cracking a few eggs. [He walks to the entrance and sticks his arm out into the sunlight, witnessing the transformation due to the tetrahydrocarbon levels, and pulls it back in, yelping in surprise. He comes to a conclusion.] Sunlight... since I haven't stocked up on sunblock, well, I'm guessing from now on, this mouse rides at night. |
| Scene cuts to the prison Rump and the Catatonians are trapped in. Cataclysm groans in frustration; Rump is gambling with pennies to pass the time. He flips 3 to the ground, and wins. He chortles triumphantly. | |
| Rump | [To a pair of Claw Troopers] Heh, heh, heh! Oh, what a shame, eh? Come on, friends! Double or nothing! |
| Cataclysm | Enough! I want out! [Cataclysm charges at the door in an attempt to break it open, but fails and falls to the ground.] |
| Rump | Ay, ay, ay... es muy estupido. [Rump and a Claw Trooper turn to the door; Throttle is chuckling on the other side and is accompanied with the bros and Charlie.] |
| Throttle | That's gotta hurt. |
| Vinnie | Hey, hiya, boys. Whatcha in for? |
| Rump | Oh... this day just keeps getting better and better. |
| Throttle | Any sign of Stoker in there? |
| Vinnie | Mm... nope. Nobody here but a bunch of peeved pussycats and a big, fat, rump. |
| Rump | Oh, I am so sorry, boys, but he's not here. Of course, I do know where he is, so naturally I'm sure that we can come to some... arrangement? |
| Throttle | Start talking, Bottle Butt. |
| Rump | Well, it's really quite simple. You release me, and I take you to Stoker. |
| Throttle | [Scoffs] Yeah, like anything is ever that "simple" with you, Rump. [A voice from outside the cell is heard; Brand-Something and his robots have found the hideout.] |
| Richard | We're here. [He holds a gun to the mice and Charlie.] |
| Rump | Oh, look, it's Mary Poppins. Will this torment never end? [Pulling his hair out] |
| Vinnie | Oh, brother. Caught between the schlock and a used car salesman. |
| Throttle | You? What's your beef with us, pal? I mean, who are you, anyway? |
| Rump | That would be my cousin, Sir Richard Brand-Something. |
| Modo | Hey! You're that rich guy who never met a camera you didn't like! |
| Richard | [Flips his hair and bows.] At your service. Just here to gain a bit of assistance from dear, old cousin Rumpy. |
| Throttle | Uh-uh. No dice, hambone. We got first dibs on... "Cousin Rumpy." [Modo and Vinnie laugh to themselves at Throttle's mockery.] |
| Richard | Oh, really? You know, I'm sorry to disappoint you chaps, but I'm afraid that simply won't do. [To Bangers and Mash] If you would, gentlemen. [The two robots modify and arm themselves with offensive weapons. Bangers' eyes and Mash's chest weapon glow purple. Vinnie chuckles maniacally.] |
| Charlie | [Shrugging] Well, here we go. |
| Throttle | You've dialed Biker Mice 2-0-0-6, so if it's trouble you want-- [The mice are interrupted with Mash's grappling weapon and Bangers' arms trapping each respective Martian to the wall.] |
| Vinnie | [To Bangers] Chill out, R2! You're reppin' my style, here! |
| Richard | [Brand-Something chuckles to himself, approaching and grabbing Charlie by her shoulder.] Well done, chaps! Now escort these malevolent mice into the pokey while the young lady and I enjoy a spot of tea. Then, we get down to business. [The mice are locked into the cell, leaving Charlie alone with Brand-Something and the robots.] |
| Cataclysm | Welcome to the party, boys. [He laughs, drool coming out of his mouth.] |
| Some time has passed. Rump is flipping a penny while Vinnie sorrowfully plays a harmonica. Throttle paces around the room, figuring out a plan. | |
| Throttle | Oh, man. Could this be more embarrassing? |
| Cataclysm | Hey, rat-face. [Vinnie ignores him and contninues playing.] I'm talking to you, rodent! [Vinnie stops playing and fidgets nervously.] Looks like mouse stew tonight! [He drools, salive landing on Vinnie's head, to which he makes a noise in disgust, but then chuckles.] |
| Vinnie | Look, fur-freak, if I'd wanted a schmitz, I'd have signed up for the spa plan. [Cataclysm grabs Vinnie, bringing him up to his face. Modo quickly intervenes, holding a gun to the Catatonian's back.] |
| Modo | Put him away, fluffy. We're not on the menu today. [Cataclysm glares at Modo, but obeys, dropping Vinnie to the floor.] [to Vinnie] You're welcome. |
| Vinnie | Yeah, my best side thanks you. |
| Nightfall. Stoker is seen still camped out in the shelter and preparing to venture outside as Nightshift. | |
| Stoker | Bros should have found me by now. That can only mean... they're gotten their tails in a wringer. [He preps his handgun and starts his motorcycle.] To borrow a phrase - It's time to rock... and ride! [He rides out into the night. Meanwhile, Charlie, handcuffed to a pole, is forcefully having tea with Rump and Brand-Something.] |
| Rump | So, what is with this poppy, Brand-Something? [He drinks a sip of tea.] Why are you not out there hucking your name on the airplane? Heh heh, heh. |
| Richard | Ha ha! You know what they say, cousin, expand or die. [Charlie grasps for a cup of tea, but fails. Brand-Something drops the plate and cup, but Bangers catches its fall.] I prefer to expand. And to do that, I require the use of that nifty regenerator of yours. |
| Rump | What? The regenerator...? I don't know anything about this, ah, how you say... "regenerator"? |
| Richard | Oh, come, come, Rumpy, you know how it goes. My mumsy has a bit of a chat with your mumsy, your mumsy brags a bit about good old Rumpy and his regenerator, nod, nod, wink, wink, Bob's your uncle, hmm? |
| Rump | Okay, listen to me. I don't care what my mother said to your... "mumsy." [He slams his cup to tea on the table.] And I do not have this uncle Bob! |
| Charlie | [Smirking, finally having some tea] Hmm. |
| Richard | Can't blame a bloke for trying. Bangers, Mash, time to toddle on! |
| Rump | [Flabbergasted] That's it? You're just leaving? |
| Richard | Yes, well, it would be crickey to overstay my welcome, old boy. Besides, I believe the answer to my aspirations rests with that chap, Stoker, yes? I do have sources other than mumsy. |
| Rump | Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's not be hasty, Sir Richard. Maybe we can, eh, help each other out after all. |
| Richard | Oh, splendid! Do tell me, cousin. I'm all ears. [Rumps whispers information to Richard, out of shot of intelligibility. Rump holds up Charlie's own Stoker radar to her, revealing that trapping her and the bros there is a setup to attract Stoker to the corrupt businessmen. Meanwhile, Nightshift has located the abandoned homestead and, using a grappling hook, scales the building, unknowingly surrounded by Rump, Brand-Something, and Catatonian forces.] |
| Rump | [Via walkie-talkie, to Cataclysm] It looks like the mouse took the bait. Heh heh heh heh! |
| Cataclysm | Yes... |
| Nightshift plants a small detonator on the roof of the house, exploding and creating an entrance. He peers down and sees Charlie and the Biker Mice tied up, Throttle quickly advising him not to free them.] | |
| Throttle | Stoker, it's a trap! Haul your tail out of here! [Catatonian forces begin relentlessly shooting at Nightshift, who struggles to dodge the fray. He takes out his thermal handgun and aims the beam down at the floor near the four, scaring Vinnie a little.] |
| Modo | You sure he's on our side? |
| Throttle | One's gotta hope. [Nightshift hids behind a chimney and leaves the gun in its place.] |
| Rump | Trap is sprung! |
| Cataclysm | Troopers, move in! Repeat, move in! [Catatonian soldiers and mechs close in on the homestead.] |
| Richard | [Ectastic] Oh, this is jolly good fun! I can't wait till the newspaper's all about it! Wait - I might be able to use it in a... commercial! |
| Vinnie | [Vinnie is frighted by the impending beam.] Whoa! [The beam reaches the ropes, cutting through them and freeing the quartet. Once Nightshift sees this, he shuts the beam off.] |
| Throttle | Heh heh heh, we'll take it from here, Stoke! |
| Stoker | Before the party's over? Oh-ho, negatory on that, bro. [Stoker jumps off the homestead and gets to safety. Modo blasts through the door with his bionic arm's laser cannon. Meanwhile, the Catatonian forces advance.] |
| Cataclysm | Take 'em down! Every last one! |
| Vinnie | Hey, Sweetness, happy Valentine's day. [He lightly tosses a laser gun to Charlie.] |
| Charlie | Gee, I didn't know you cared. |
| Modo | Uh, Charlie ma'am, are you sure you know how to use one of those things? |
| Charlie | [Charlie cocks the gun effortlessly, resting it on her hip.] That's what I'm talkin' about. |
| Vinnie | Ah-ha-ho-ho! You go girl! |
| Stoker | [Stoker is being chased by an onslaught of soldiers and Catwalkers. He manages to cause one to trip and fall to the ground, but is not enough to weakin their forces.] One down! ...Too many more to go. |
| Modo aims a signal from his bionic arm out the window of the house to their parked motorcycles in the distance. They respond by driving themselves to the mices' sides. The Catatonians increase their gunfire, shooting holes into the house's walls and threatening to collapse the wall protecting the mice and Charlie.] | |
| Throttle | Now or never! Move out! [The four quickly move and meet up with their bikes, mounting them and putting their helmets on. Charlie rides with Vinnie, handing her her helmet.] |
| Vinnie | Ha ha! Hang on, doll, it's party time! |
| Throttle | Plan Seven from Outer Space, now! [The middle of each bikes' wheels transforms to connect to each others' rear wheels, forging a bar. They charge at the impending Claw-bine.] |
| Vinnie | The smellier they are... [The machine loses balance, Claw Troopers abandoning ship, and falls to the ground.] ...the harder they fall! |
| Throttle | Eyes right, bros! Heavy metal on stage. [Bangers and Mash march towards the Biker Mice, relentlessly shooting at them. Vinnie throws a grappling rope at Mash, tangling him up as he falls. Throttle and Modo shoot at Bangers, but the lasers have no effect.] |
| Modo | Ohh-kay. Any ideas? |
| Throttle | Ahh... I got nothing. [A stray laser shoots Bangers, strong enough to knock him over and neutralize him. Throttle and Modo are shocked; they turn nearby to see it was Charlie that shot him, as she twirls the gun in her hand.] |
| Charlie | Like I said, that's what I'm talking about! [Throttle and Modo stare at her blankly.] |
| Stoker | [Stoker stops running from the Catatonians; he parks his bike and faces them head-on.] Time to face the music. You fellas looking for me? [The Clawbines and Catwalkers arm their vehicular guns to aim at Stoker.] Well, you found me. Too bad for you. [He presses a button on his handgun, activating a hidden trap door in the ground. All Catatonian soldiers and material fall in and come crashing down.] Oldest trick in the Freedom Fighter manual - Black Hole Number 9. Until we meet again, ride free, citizens. [Stoker looks to see the sun rise, and hastily rides away to seek shade.] |
| Charlie | [The mice have defeated their opposing forces, leaving the former battlefield a mess. Charlie whistles in awe.] You guys left your usual stamp of approval. |
| Vinnie | Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho, ain't it grand? |
| Throttle | Yeah. Except for, where's Stoker? [An arrow lands on a nearby rock, with a note attached. Throttle picks it up and reads it.] Hm. It's Stoker. He's not coming in. Says it's too dangerous, that he'll find us when he finishes his work. |
| Richard | [Brand-Something's helicopter lifts off in the air nearby the mice and Charlie, carrying Rump and Cataclysm.] Cherrio, blighters! Until next we meet! Don't forget - fly Brand-Something! Ha ha ha ha! [The helicopter flies away.] |
| Modo | What do you think, bro? |
| Throttle | I believe Stoker is with us. He'll find us when he's ready. Until then I say, ride free, Commander Stoker. |
| With the sunrise, Stoker begins to transform, but is competent enough to hide back into his shelter. He walks back into it as the scene fades to back with a front view of Stoker Rat. "Biker Mice From Mars" credits |
Cast[]
Protagonists[]
Antagonists[]
- Ronaldo Rump
- Cataclysm
- Claw Troopers
- Sir Richard Brand-Something (debut)
- Bangers (debut)
- Mash (debut)
Locations[]
- Earth
- Undisclosed desert location