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BIKER
MICE FROM MARS
"Back To Mars -- Part Three"
(#6640-021)
By Bob Forward & Eve Forward
TEASER
RECAP OF EVENTS FROM PART ONE AND TWO
Including the capture of Limburger, the
Biker Mice arrival on Mars, Brie's assault on Limburger Tower and the rescue of
Limburger by Greasepit and Karbunkle. END with the potential execution of the
Biker Mice and the threat of the oncoming asteroid.
NARRATION
(to come)
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
ESTABLISHING SHOT -- MARS FROM SPACE
As the asteroid RUMBLES down toward the
planet below --
WIDE -- ON THE GARDEN
The assembled Freedom Fighters and captive
Biker Mice are REACTING.
FREEDOM FIGHTERS
(ad lib)
An asteroid! Look! It's coming right at
us! (etc)
CLOSER ON THE BIKER MICE
Reacting upward to the giant skyborne
iceberg headed toward them.
THROTTLE
Stay cool, bros.
VINNIE
(looking OS)
Yeah! This could be our big chance!
WIDEN to REVEAL Charley RUNNING UP to
them, dragging Carbine.
CHARLEY
(to Carbine)
Come ON!
(as she stops by the Mice)
You've got to let them loose! They can
stop it!
CARBINE
Impossible! No one can stop an asteroid
that size!
THROTTLE
We can try.
MODO
Yeah! Charley-girl's souped our bikes six
ways from Sunday! If anybody can get ta that chunk o' chill before it plows
down, we can.
VINNIE
Besides, we're heroes!
CLOSER ON THROTTLE AND CARBINE
As he looks into her eyes with grim
sincerity.
THROTTLE
Carbine. Through all this I've never
forgotten what we once meant t' each other. Now trust me. I won't let ya down.
Carbine bites her lip -- then pulls out a
laser pistol, touching him lightly beneath the chin with its muzzle.
CARBINE
You better not.
BLAM! She shoots their chains away.
VINNIE
Aaaaow! Free ta ride again!
Carbine grabs Throttle by his bandanna and
YANKS him down, planting a big smooch on his mouth. Throttle turns red.
CARBINE
Save our tails, hotstuff.
VINNIE, MODO
Wooooo! Hotstuff, eh? (etc)
WIDE
Throttle STRAIGHTENS, still blushing but
radiating studliness.
THROTTLE
(to Vinnie and Modo)
Aw, stuff it yourselves, you two!
BLAM! He uses Carbine's pistol to blast
the bikes free.
THROTTLE
And saddle up!
CUT TO:
LONG SHOT -- THE GARDEN OF HOPE
As we HEAR a ROAR of bike engines and SEE
the Biker Mice BLAST out of the garden in rocket-assisted jumps, roaring TOWARD
CAM and the incredible Olympus Mons!
ON THE ICE ASTEROID
Practically filling the sky now, an
awesome sight --
ON THE BIKER MICE
TRACK WITH THEM as they hit the slope of
Mons Olympus and ROAR UP it at full throttle!
THROTTLE
Helmets on space mode, bros! No air at th'
top o' Mons Olympus!
VINNIE
Aaaow! The jump I always been dyin' ta
make!
MODO
Interestin' choice of words, bro! Gonna
take everything these bikes have got ta keep from dyin'!
THROTTLE
An' maybe even more! Light yer fires,
bros --
DRAMATIC
The Biker Mice FIRE their rockets and
STREAK up the ever- increasing slope.
THROTTLE
Let's ROCK and RIDE!
TOP OF MONS OLYMPUS
Actually protruding above the Martian
atmosphere. The Biker Mice, traveling at incredible rocket-speed now, streak up
and LAUNCH themselves into the actual limits of space!
MODO
We got the right stuff--
VINNIE
To boldly go where no mouse has gone
before!
FAST SHOT -- CHARLEY AND CARBINE
Watching with amazement from below.
CARBINE
Incredible.
CHARLEY
That's my guys.
SPACE -- THE ICE ASTEROID
Filling the screen now, with the Biker
Mice still rocketing toward it.
THROTTLE
We gotta crack this cube, bros!
He POINTS at a visible crack running over
the surface of the asteroid.
THROTTLE
Hit that split!
VINNIE
Yeah! Right in the kisser!
WIDE -- THE BIKER MICE
Still sailing toward the giant ice
asteroid, they OPEN FIRE with all their bike weapons! Missiles, blasters,
lasers, grenade launchers, everything cuts loose --
ON THE ICE ASTEROID
Like the surface of the South Pole. The
missiles and blasters SLAM into the giant crack and EXPLODE thunderously. The
ice asteroid begins to SHUDDER and we hear SFX: ICE SPLITTING...
REAR ANGLE -- BIKER MICE
They're about to plow right into the
surface of the ice asteroid at top speed, still firing--
THROTTLE
Shock that rock, bros!
VINNIE
Aaaow! Biker banzai!
When --
KRACKASHAKKOW! The ice asteroid suddenly
SHATTERS, exploding around them in hunks of ice which STREAK UP PAST CAM as the
Biker Mice DODGE --
VINNIE
Yow! Hail, hail, the gang's all here!
NEW ANGLE
The Biker Mice WRENCH their bikes around
in space and begin heading back toward Mars, falling with the ice chunks --
THROTTLE
We got a frosty homecomin' before, bros,
but maybe now they'll warm up to us.
MARS FROM SPACE
The ice chunks TUMBLE past the peak of
Olympus Mons, beginning to heat up from re-entry and MELT. The Biker Mice are
with them.
MODO
Speakin' o' warm-ups...
VINNIE
Aaoow! It's gettin' hot!
CLOSER ON THE MICE
Throttle SWINGS OVER behind an ice chunk.
THROTTLE
Hitch yer hawg to a hunk o' cool, bros!
MODO
Yeah! -- let these chunks take the heat
for us!
Their laser cannons burrow into the chunks
of ice, and the Bikes tuck into these chunks as the ice begins melting around
them...
NEW ANGLE -- DRAMATIC
The Biker Mice SAIL DOWN, each shielded by
a large chunk of ice which MELTS around them as they fall. The Biker Mice
SPLASH through the falling water and SLAM down on the slopes of Mons Olympus
like MX jumpers, ROARING back down the slope --
GARDEN OF HOPE
Everyone is CHEERING.
FREEDOM FIGHTERS
(cheers)
CARBINE
I can't believe it!
CHARLEY
I can.
CARBINE
They did it!
CHARLEY
They're the best.
(moment of smugness)
'Course, so are their bikes.
At that moment, the Biker Mice SKID up
beside them and give each other high-fives.
MODO
All in a day's work.
VINNIE
Thank you, thank you... no autographs,
please...
CHARLEY
(rolling her eyes)
Brother.
CLOSER ON CARBINE AND THROTTLE
THROTTLE
How's that for a show o' good intentions,
Carbine?
CARBINE
Forgive our earlier actions, Throttle. Our
suspicions were unfounded.
(extends a hand)
You've saved our lives.
Throttle takes her hand gently.
THROTTLE
Aw, Carbine... hunh?
They both REACT as a SPLASH of water LANDS
on their clasped hands.
WIDER
Charley reacts, looking skyward.
CHARLEY
Look!
WIDE
The falling ice chunks have all melted and
RAIN is pouring down! Huge, wet, torrents of rain, stretching across the planet
--
CHARLEY (CONT VO)
The melting asteroid chunks! They're
becoming RAIN!
CARBINE
Reacting in stunned wonder as rain beats
down on them.
CARBINE
Rain! You've brought water back to Mars!
(clutches Throttle)
You've saved more than our lives --
LONG SHOT OF THE GARDEN FROM A LOW ANGLE
IN THE DESERT
As we SEE the water splashing over the
rocks and sand. Long- dormant Martian plants begin to SPROUT, the landscape
visibly GREENING... SFX: Swelling "Jurassic Park" music again.
CARBINE (CON'T VO)
You've saved our PLANET!
BACK ON THROTTLE AND CARBINE
Carbine HUGS Throttle. PAN AWAY to the
other two Biker Mice who are waggling their eyebrows at each other. Finally,
Modo clears his throat.
MODO
Ahem. Job's not finished yet.
VINNIE
Yeah! Limburger's still stinkin' around
out there.
CHARLEY
And Earth's still in danger as long as
that cheeseball is free!
WIDEN to INCLUDE Throttle, who has broken
the clinch reluctantly.
THROTTLE
Yer right, bros. 'Sides -- we got a score
ta settle.
VINNIE
You said it! AAAOW! Let's ROCK and RIDE!
Sweeping Charley onto his bike with his
tail, he and Modo ROAR OFF. Throttle pauses for a moment to look at Carbine.
THROTTLE
I'll be back. Someday.
He ROARS away. Carbine looks after him,
through the drenching rain.
CARBINE
I'll be waiting.
AND CUT TO:
LIMBURGER, KARBUNKLE, GREASEPIT
Soaking wet in the rain, Karbunkle
struggling to repair the Transport Remote. Greasepit's holding a battered umbrella
over Limburger's head.
LIMBURGER
Hurry, you hydrocephalic helpmeet! Plutark
destroyed the Martian spaceships long ago. If we can flee back to Earth, we'll
leave the Biker Mice stranded on Mars for all eternity!
KARBUNKLE
(closing the remote)
One imminent transport to Earth, coming
up, your Rinded Royalness!
He begins ADJUSTING controls on the
remote. (NOTE: NO BOOTH. JUST A REMOTE-CONTROL UNIT. LIKE WHEN "STAR
TREK" BEAMS PEOPLE UP OFF A PLANET) Transporter FX start to crackle around
them --
NEARBY RIDGE
The Biker Mice come BLASTING UP over it in
high, rocket-assisted jumps --
DRAMATIC ANGLE ON LIMBURGER
Reacting upward.
LIMBURGER
AAAAGH!
CRASH! The Biker Mice SMASH DOWN onto
Limburger and Co. Vinnie begins WRESTLING Karbunkle for the Transport control.
LIMBURGER
NOOOOO! GET US OUT OF HERE!
KARBUNKLE
(struggling with Vinnie)
I'm trying, your Cheesy Ripeness!
VINNIE
Gimme that, ya vivisectin' viper!
KARBUNKLE
(clutching it to his chest)
No! Mine!
Throttle reaches down and GRABS Limburger
by the tie.
THROTTLE
Hey there, Stinkface! We just dropped in
ta discuss that tape ya made.
LIMBURGER
To which tape are you referring, you
miserable rodent?
THROTTLE
Th' one ya faked, makin' it look like we
worked for ya. The one ya beamed to Mars.
CLOSER ON LIMBURGER
Reacting.
LIMBURGER
I never --!
(thoughtful pause)
Intriguing idea though...
THROTTLE
Well, if you didn't do it, who did?
MODO
Yeah! Who would want ta get rid of both
the Big Cheese and us at th' same time?
THROTTLE AND LIMBURGER
Both reacting. They look at each other,
each with the same thought.
LIMBURGER
Excellent question.
THROTTLE
With only one lousy answer.
Beside them, Vinnie and Karbunkle both
REACT COMICALLY as the Transport Remote CLICKS in their struggling hands and
EFX FLARE over them.
THROTTLE
It has ta be --
MATCH CUT TO:
THE TRANSPORT CHAMBER -- KARBUNKLE'S LAB
-- EARTH
Where the whole group APPEARS in exactly
the same pose. The Transporter SPLITS OPEN and CRASHES to either side.
THROTTLE AND LIMBURGER
(unison)
Napoleon Brie!
Then they REACT as they hear:
BRIE (OS)
(insane, maniac laughter)
THEIR POV -- THE FAR END OF THE LAB
Brie is there, laughing, flanked by Number
One and his Rangers.
BRIE
Wight! It was I, Napoweon Bwie, who
awwanged fow yow wude weception on Mars!
(leans forward, eyes wild)
But I see you thwee wascally wotten
wodents have weturned -- along with my old wival Wimburger! I am IMPWESSED!
(mocking, maniac laughter)
In fact, dowble congratuwations awe in
owder! Kudos to me, as I now WULE both Chicago and Detwoit... and to you, on
youw wapid wetirement! DESTWOY THEM!
ON THE BIKER MICE, CHARLEY, LIMBURGER, GREASEPIT,
KARBUNKLE
As they REACT --
BRIE (OS)
(laughter)
FADE OUT
END ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
INT. KARBUNKLE'S LAB -- AS BEFORE
The Biker Mice, Charley, Limburger,
Greasepit, and Karbunkle reacting to Brie's Rangers getting ready to blast
them.
VINNIE
Man, isn't anyone ever pleased ta see us?
MODO
Well, ya know how bad wet fur smells...
THROTTLE
Ya take off ta Mars for a few days, and
look what happens... aliens take over yer town.
LIMBURGER
He JERKS himself out of the pile quickly,
holding up a hand in a businesslike manner.
LIMBURGER
Oh, now, come come, my fine fellow fish!
Such extreme methods are entirely unnecessary.
(straightens tie)
Erhm! Let us instead consider a peaceful
settlement, a merger as it were, of our mutual interests. I'm prepared to be
quite generous. Positively philanthropic. Think of it! Limousines, solid gold
fish pond, catered slime worms...
ON BRIE
Seeming to consider the offer.
BRIE
Possibwy... possibwy... but pewmit me to
pwesent a countewpwposal.
(gesture)
Numbew One?
BLA-BOOOM! Number One OPENS FIRE with a
bazooka. So do the rest of the Dune Rangers. BLAMMABOOM!
BRIE
(laughing)
ON THE BIKER MICE AND CHARLEY
Reacting, zipping to one side as
explosions BLAST around them. Limburger, Karbunkle and Greasepit DIVE behind
lab tables.
THROTTLE
A bit unstable, isn't he?
MODO
Looks like negotiations have broken down
big time.
VINNIE
What we need is some room ta make a few
points of our own!
MODO
Let's MOVE!
They BLAST from the lab, right out through
a wall. Explosions FOLLOW.
LIMBURGER
Behind a lab desk, he REACTS to the
vanishing Mice.
LIMBURGER
(to Greasepit)
Quickly! Follow those rodents!
GREASEPIT
Duh -- why?
They both DUCK as a missile EXPLODES just
beside them.
LIMBURGER
(solicitously and pseudo-cool)
That is why. Those mice will clear a path,
and we'll follow them to safety.
(yells)
Now move, you demented dripping dolt!
WIDER
Greasepit LEAPS onto the Grungemobile as
Limburger JUMPS into the sidecar (where the Asteroid Attractor still is.)
Greasepit ROARS the Grungemobile after the Mice --
KARBUNKLE
Wait, your Glorious Glutinosity!
He LEAPS for the Grungemobile, but
Limburger pushes him away.
LIMBURGER
Dreadfully sorry, Karbunkle, but at the
moment, it's every man, or whatever you are, for him self.
NEW ANGLE
As explosions HAMMER behind them, he and
Greasepit BLAST AWAY after the Biker Mice.
BRIE
He SCREAMS with maniacal fury.
BRIE
Wun them into the gwound! Wub them out!
Wip them up! Go go GO!
The Dune Rangers, led by Number One, ROAR
after the Mice and Limburger in their Dune Buggies --
FAST SHOT -- THE BIKER MICE
BLASTING through wall after wall of the
interior of Limburger Tower. Every room they pass through is already decorated
with statues and paintings of Brie. Vinnie REACTS to this.
VINNIE
Whoa! This guy's got terrible taste!
MODO
(making a face)
Man, you wouldn't get ME t' taste a
Plutarkian for anything!
ON LIMBURGER AND GREASEPIT
Following the Biker Mice's easily-marked
trail. Limburger also reacts to the new decor.
LIMBURGER
I don't know which is worse -- those
rodents' ravages or Brie's interior decor!
GREASEPIT
Dem Biker Mice is gettin' way ahead of us,
boss! We ain't fast enough!
LIMBURGER
Indeed? Then I shall lighten our load!
Gruntingly, he THROWS the Asteroid
Attractor out of the sidecar as they SMASH into a hallway --
FAST SHOT -- BIKER MICE
Charley REACTS backward to the Asteroid
Attractor being jettisoned in the corridor.
CHARLEY
The Asteroid Attractor! If Brie gets his
crazy claws on it -- uugh! (shudder) -- I've got to get rid of it!
She HURLS herself off Vinnie's bike to
CRASH into a pile of cardboard boxes --
CHARLEY
Oof! Good plan, Charlene!
VINNIE
He REACTS backward as the Biker Mice SMASH
through another wall.
VINNIE
Charley girl! What are ya --
BABBOOM! The screen EXPLODES as missiles
STREAK IN from OS --
WIDE -- INTERIOR LARGE "SECRETARIAL
POOL" OFFICE
With paintings and statuettes of Brie
everywhere. The wall which the Biker Mice have blasted though is near an outer
window. The Dune Rangers have smashed in from the interior wall. BOOM-BA-BA-
BOOOM! The Dune Rangers are firing all their weapons --
WIDE -- EXT. LIMBURGER TOWER
In an EXPLOSION OF FLAME the Biker Mice
are BLOWN right out the side of the building on their bikes. They SAIL through
the air--
VINNIE
Aaaow! Th' only way ta fly!
THROTTLE
Ride the wild wind, bros!
MODO
Yaa-hoo!
-- and WRENCH their bikes around, turning
the fall into a high jump. They LAND hard, roaring across the Plaza --
BACK ON THE WINDOW
As there as MORE EXPLOSIONS. Greasepit and
Limburger, in the Grungemobile, come SAILING out --
GREASEPIT, LIMBURGER
AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
And SLAM to the Plaza in an ungainly,
tooth-rattling landing.
ON THE BIKER MICE
Skidding around.
VINNIE
Bros! Charley's still in there! We gotta
go back!
He starts to ROAR forward, but Throttle
GRABS him by the tail, yanks him back.
VINNIE
Yowch!
THROTTLE
We will, Vincent --
BLAMMA BLAMMA BLAM! Explosions begin
HAMMERING UP from the concrete around them --
THROTTLE
But not this way!
ANGLE ON THE TOWER
Showing the Dune Rangers in all the
windows and weapons ports, FIRING DOWN at the Mice and Limburger.
MODO
Yeah! Don't want Charley girl caught in
th' crossfire!
WIDE
They REACT as Limburger and Greasepit ROAR
BY, explosions HAMMERING after them.
GREASEPIT/LIMBURGER
Yow!
THROTTLE
High tail it, bros!
They SKID their bikes around, ROARING
after Greasepit and Limburger --
ON GREASEPIT AND LIMBURGER -- TRACKING
They React as the Biker Mice ROAR
ALONGSIDE. Throttle GRABS Limburger right out of the sidecar and holds him face
to face.
THROTTLE
I got a plan. Let's roll!
AND ZIP TO:
INT. TOWER -- DESERTED OFFICE -- DARK
Charley (still in the Tower, which is
where she'd jumped off Vinnie's bike) CREEPS INTO the office, dragging the
Asteroid Attractor. She SHUTS the door.
CHARLEY
Whew!
NEW ANGLE
Through the outer windows she can SEE the
Biker Mice ROARING away, missiles and laser blasts still hammering their tails.
CHARLEY
Looks like the guys got away. Good.
(dragging the Asteroid Attractor toward a
closet)
Now all I have to do is keep this out of
the hands of that deranged maniac Brie!
The Asteroid Attractor CRASHES over on top
of her.
CHARLEY
Ooomph! Easier said than done!
AND ZIP TO:
INT. BRIE'S THRONE ROOM (FORMERLY
LIMBURGER'S OFFICE)
Now decorated in Brie's favorite style --
himself. Brie scowls sullenly from an ornate throne at Dr. Karbunkle, who
cringes before him, guarded by Number One. All the fish in the tanks wear
little Brie masks.
BRIE
So Wimburger has wudely weft you in my
cwutches, hmm? You know, I've always wanted a mad scientist of my vewy own...
especiawy one pwivy to all Wimburger's secwets! Care to appwy? Top wates!
NEW ANGLE
Karbunkle tries to bluster.
KARBUNKLE
Never! I would never betray his chunky
blue cheesiness for ANY... er... top rates, did you say...?
Brie smiles insanely and holds up a
quarter.
BRIE
A quawtaw.
KARBUNKLE
A quarter!? Why... I...
Brie FLIPS it toward Karbunkle. BLAM!
While it is still in the air, Number One FIRES.
CLOSER ON KARBUNKLE AND NUMBER ONE
Karbunkle REACTS as the quarter LANDS on
his glove and SIZZLES, a hole shot right through it. Number One smiles at him
meaningfully and blows smoke from the muzzle of his laser.
KARBUNKLE
(gulping heavily)
Er, your generosity is gratefully
accepted, your Gallic Greatness. Consider me your eternally faithful servant!
ON BRIE
He SMILES with maniac satisfaction.
BRIE
Excewent! Then wepaiw that twanspowter!
I've pwanned something extwa special for my adwersawies! (laughter)
AND WIPE TO:
EXT. LIMBURGER TOWER -- NIGHT
START PAN on the Bikes, parked in
concealment behind some bushes. Greasepit is there too, seated on the ground
and securely tied.
GREASEPIT
I always get stuck wit da stupid jobs...
"Stay here an' don' move"... "Get da Mice"... "Shut
up"... what kinda career is dis?
PAN OVER to REVEAL the Biker Mice,
CREEPING toward the building in the shadows, shoving Limburger ahead of them.
(Rick: please see page 15)
LIMBURGER
But my dear diligent dormice! What makes
you suspect I even HAVE a secret entrance?
THROTTLE
'Cause yer an underhanded slinkin'
Plutarkian scumbag, that's why.
VINNIE
An' cause if ya don't, we're gonna hafta
BLAST our way in to your building through enemy fire!
MODO
With you as a shield!
Limburger gulps and sighs.
LIMBURGER
Ah. Your point is well taken. Here, then,
is the secret you are seeking.
CLOSER ON THE BUILDING
Limburger pushes on a secret panel. An
entire slab of marble SWINGS ASIDE, exposing a dark staircase.
LIMBURGER
A direct route from my office, you see,
carefully installed in case of unnatural disasters..
(he makes a face)
Such as yourselves.
THROTTLE
Not bad, cheesebreath.
LIMBURGER
I thought it rather clever myself. Now, if
you'll excuse me, I'll just be toddling along...
VINNIE
Oh no ya don't, eel-skin!
MODO
Yeah! Yer not runnin' upstream while
Charley's still up a creek!
He SHOVES Limburger forward. The
Plutarkian leads them nervously up the dark stairs.
LIMBURGER
Oooh, I detest this sort of situation.
Really, I do.
AND ZIP TO:
TOP OF STAIRS -- PITCH BLACKNESS
The Biker Mice and Limburger can be heard
stumbling up, talking in whispers.
MODO (VO)
Oh, mama. It's so dark I can't even see my
hand in front o' my face!
THROTTLE (VO)
Mmmph! That's 'cause it's in front o' MY
face, Modo!
VINNIE (VO)_
Hey! Offa my tail!
LIMBURGER (VO)
Owch! Watch where you're going, imbecile!
MODO (VO)
Oh yeah?! Watch this, cheesebreath!
(PUNCH sound)
THROTTLE (VO)
OW! Modo!
MODO(VO)
Oops... heh heh... Sorry bro...
VINNIE (VO)
(goosed noise)
Man! Ya'd think ol' curdbutt coulda
installed some windows or somethin'!
LIMBURGER (VO)
If I had, you annoying animal, it would
hardly be a secret exit, would it? Now then, I think the handle is over here...
ah, yes...
With a CLICK, a panel SLIDES OPEN and
light GLARES IN on the Mice, who REACT, shielding their eyes --
VINNIE
Yow! Blinded by the light!
MODO
Hey, the situation's lookin' brighter
already! Now we can look fer Charley-girl!
Throttle peers over the top of his shades
and REACTS.
THROTTLE
Uh, actually, I think this light's part of
a serious black cloud, bros.
BRIE (VO)
Indeed! Gweetings, Wimburger and wough-
widing wats!
The Biker Mice and Limburger REACT to:
NEW ANGLE -- LIMBURGER'S OFFICE (BRIE'S
THRONE ROOM)
Brie is there on his throne, smiling
mockingly. Beside him is Number One and Karbunkle, who SHRUGS sheepishly.
KARBUNKLE
(nervously)
Heh, heh... ewwww!
(ahems)
BRIE
I have been so wooking fowad to your
awival!
(he GESTURES)
I took the wiberty of bwinging in some of
youw old fwiends fow a wovewy weunion!
PAN OVER to REVEAL three imported
SUPER-VILLAINS: LECTROMAG, TUNNEL RATT, and the X-TERMINATOR.
LECTROMAG
(unpleasantly)
Lllong timmmme nnnno see!
X-TERMINATOR
I am bahk.
TUNNEL RATT
Ratt on.
ON THE BIKER MICE AND LIMBURGER
Reacting.
THROTTLE
Looks like quite a party, bros.
MODO
Man, you got a lot of enemies, Limburger.
LIMBURGER
(to the ceiling)
All I wanted to do was destroy the
Earth... was that so much to ask?
WIDE
Brie STANDS commandingly and POINTS at the
Mice and Limburger.
BRIE
Have at it, my wengeful wenegades!
The villains MOVE FORWARD with evil
purpose as the Biker Mice REACT --
THROTTLE
Maybe we shoulda stayed on Mars!
VINNIE
An' miss immediate annihilation? Never!
ON THE THREE SUPER VILLAINS
They move toward the mice, CHUCKLING
EVILLY.
TUNNELL RATT, X-TERMINATOR, LECTROMAG
(evil chuckles)
and we:
FADE OUT
END ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
WIDE -- LIMBURGER'S OFFICE (NOW BRIE'S
THRONE ROOM) -- NIGHT
The trio of super-villains MOVE TOWARD the
Biker Mice, chuckling nastily.
LECTROMAG, TUNNEL RATT, X-TERMINATOR
(nasty chuckles)
BRIE
EWIMINATE THEM!
ON THE BIKER MICE AND LIMBURGER
Reacting to the scene.
MODO
What'll we do now, Throttle?
THROTTLE
See Charley girl anywhere around?
VINNIE
Nope. Must be hidin' in another part o'
the building.
THROTTLE
Then ya know what ta do, bros --
(activating Nuke-Nuks)
Let's nuke 'em!
NEW ANGLE -- DRAMATIC
Throttle LUNGES FORWARD and BASHES the
X-Terminator with his Nuke-Nuks. The X-Terminator FLIES BACKWARD to CRASH into
Lectromag, carring him back to SMASH into Brie's throne.
BRIE
AiiiEEE!
THE BIKER MICE
As Vinnie whips out his flares and Modo
jacks out his arm cannon.
VINNIE
Fire up! Aaaow!
MODO
Let's party!
LIMBURGER
(cringing)
Er, I think I'll just... sit this one out,
if you don't mind...
He attempts to SNEAK back down the secret
staircase but Modo's tail SLAMS the door with finality.
LIMBURGER
(groan)
ON THE DUNE RANGERS AND TUNNEL RATT
Roaring forward in their vehicles, FIRING
their weapons. Tunnel Ratt is in his orecart, FIRING his laser-jackhammer (Ref
show #3)
TUNNEL RATT
Time to make some... meece-holes!
THROTTLE
He BASHES a Dune Buggy flying, and
ROUNDHOUSE KICKS another Dune Ranger out of a second buggy.
MODO
He CLOTHESLINES a Ranger out of a buggy
with his left arm and BLASTS another buggy to bits with his arm-cannon. The
Ranger inside FLIES OUT INTO CAM --
TUNNEL RATT
The Ranger sent flying by Modo's blast
CRASHES into Tunnel Ratt just as he's ROARING toward Vinnie, FIRING his
laser-jackhammer. Tunnel Ratt YELLS, unable to see, and the Ranger's legs
sticking out the front of the cart like horns --
TUNNEL RATT
Waaa! I can't see!
VINNIE
VINNIE
HA! Toro! Toro!
He SNATCHES down a red "Brie" flag
from the wall and SWEEPS it around bullfighter-style, gracefully SIDESTEPPING
the speeding cart and SLICING his flare along the side --
VINNIE
Ole'!
(pause)
Always wanted ta do that!
PAN WITH the orecart as the wheels on one
side TUMBLE away, sliced free. The cart SKIDS and CRASHES OUT through one of
the huge windows --
TUNNEL RATT
YIIIII!
FAST SHOT -- OTHER DUNE RANGERS
Firing all weapons --
EXT. TOWER
The orecart with Tunnel Ratt SAILS DOWN
from the penthouse window in a blazing arc as the other windows EXPLODE OUTWARD
in a series of blasts. Tunnel Ratt's orecart SPLASHES DOWN in the plaza
fountain.
ANGLE ON GREASEPIT
Still sitting in the bushes, tied up
alongside the bikes.
GREASEPIT
Aw, dey're having all da fun without me!
BACK INSIDE PENTHOUSE -- THROTTLE
As he one-two punches a pair of Rangers
flying backward, then spins to KICK a third OS.
VINNIE
Backflips up to HANG by his tail from a
chandelier and GRABS two Rangers right out their buggies, BANGING their helmets
together.
MODO
He BASHES a Ranger over the helmet with a
desk. Another comes up behind and SMASHES a chair over Modo's head. Modo merely
blinks, then SWINGS the desk overhead and back without looking, BASHING the
Ranger's helmet right through the top.
MODO
Pesky 'skeeters.
The dazed Ranger DROPS, comically, the
desk still around his neck.
QUICK CUT TO:
DOWNSTAIRS -- IN EMPTY OFFICE
Charley PEERS from the closet, REACTING to
the OS EXPLOSIONS and CAM SHAKES.
CHARLEY
Hmm. Sounds like the boys are back in
town.
She starts to DRAG the Asteroid Attractor
back out.
CHARLEY
(grunts)
Now's my chance to get this thing out of
here before EITHER of those stinkfaces get their fins on it again!
CUT BACK TO:
ON BRIE AND NUMBER ONE
Brie is concealed behind the throne, with
Number One standing protectively in front, blasting with a laser.
BRIE
Bwast! Owr diwect appowach is usewess! We
must pwepare a secwet weapon!
NUMBER ONE
Got any bright ideas, Brie?
BRIE
Those wepulsive wodents weturned wooking
for the wed-haiwed wady! She must be on the pwemises! Wocate her!
Number One NODS and RUNS OS. Brie DUCKS a
blast that takes out part of his throne.
BRIE
And weturn extwemewy wapidly!
ON LIMBURGER
Crawling behind a cabinet, trying to stay
out of the way.
LIMBURGER
Blast that Brie! He's insane! Excessive!
A Brie statuette THUDS down beside him.
Limburger reacts in distaste, dropping the statuette into a wastebasket.
LIMBURGER
And absolutely tasteless.
CUT TO:
DOWNSTAIRS -- CORRIDOR
Charley has opened the door to the office
and is just trying to drag the Asteroid Attractor out when she REACTS to:
NUMBER ONE (OS)
Hey!
WIDEN to REVEAL Mumber One RUNNING toward
her, laser trained. Charley REACTS, shoving the Asteroid Attractor back in the
room, out of sight.
NUMBER ONE
What are you doing there!?
NEW ANGLE -- CHARLEY -- SEEN FROM INSIDE
OFFICE
As she REACHES STEALTHILY INSIDE the door
and CLICKS ON the Asteroid Attractor.
CHARLEY
Uh... a little overtime?
The Asteroid Attractor HUMMS to life as
Charley SHUTS the door. Through the frosted glass we SEE Number One grab her.
NUMBER ONE
Not in THIS company. We got enough
overhead as it is.
CHARLEY
(as she's dragged away)
You can say that again!
FAST SHOT -- SPACE -- THE ASTEROID SWARM
Three smaller chunks of ice the size of
skyscrapers start to glow, MOVING out of the swarm and headed for Earth...
AND ZIP BACK TO:
INT. THRONE ROOM/LIMBURGER'S OFFICE
START TIGHT on a last Ranger as he CRASHES
to the ground in a dazed heap, then WIDEN to REVEAL the Biker Mice standing
triumphant, dusting themselves off, rubbing their knuckles, etc.
THROTTLE
Looks like we cleaned house!
MODO
Yeah! Now t' can the REAL garbage!
But at that moment they REACT to:
LECTROMAG (VO)
Nnnnot yet, mmmmice!
NEW ANGLE
Lectromag and X-Terminator RISE UP from
the heap of wreckage by the throne. X-Terminator FLIPS OUT his massive gun.
X-TERMINATOR
Hasta la vista, rodents.
LECTROMAG
You'rrre gonnnna get beeeamed up!
He FIRES his electromagnetic beams at the
Mice --
ON THE MICE
Reacting as they are YANKED UPWARD into
the air and SMASHED against the ceiling.
BIKER MICE
YIII!
WIDER
Lectromag holds them suspended in the air,
grinning unpleasantly.
LECTROMAG
Carrre for a little... mmmmouse-ssshoot?
X-Terminator AIMS his massive gun at the
mice --
X-TERMINATOR
No problemo.
FAST SHOT -- THE MICE
Suspended in the air, they glance at each
other.
THROTTLE
When yer feelin' troubled --
MODO
An' ya don't know what ta do --
VINNIE
Just give a little whistle!
BIKER MICE (UNISON)
(whistle)
WIDE
With a ROAR and a SMASH, the Bikes come
CRASHING IN through a window behind Lectromag and X-Terminator, who REACT --
LECTROMAG, X-TERMINATOR
Whattt!?
The bikes FLIP OUT their cannons --
EXT. LIMBURGER TOWER -- NIGHT
As -- BA-BOOOOM! The two super-villains
come FLYING out of the penthouse as well, ARCING DOWN to SPLASH into the
fountain. WIDEN to REVEAL Greasepit watching this grouchily.
GREASEPIT
(grumpy)
I never get in on th' fun stuff.
(sniff)
It's okay... I don't have any feelin's....
just 'cause I dripped grease in da punch last time, dey never invite me
anymore..!
FAST SHOT -- THE DAZED WET HEAP OF
SUPER-VILLAINS
Piled on top of each other in the
fountain.
TUNNEL RATT
(dazed)
Brothers, we have got to get us a medical
plan.
AND CUT TO:
INT. BRIE'S THRONE ROOM/LIMBURGER'S OFFICE
As the Biker Mice STEP menacingly through
the wreckage toward the cowering Brie.
THROTTL
Ya put us through a heap o' trouble, ya
worthless wacko...
MODO
An' now we're gonna run both you AND
Limburger through a cheese-grater!
FAST SHOT -- LIMBURGER
Hidden behind the cabinet, he REACTS to
this --
DOORWAY
We SEE Number One STEP IN with Charley at
laserpoint.
NUMBER ONE
Not so fast, mice. See what I got here?
WIDEN to INCLUDE the Mice REACTING.
VINNIE
Charley!
CHARLEY
Heh heh... Hi guys! Sorry...
THROTTLE
Oh, man...
BRIE
(sudden triumphant laughter)
My twump cawd is wevealwed! You are
powerwess! Suwwender, wodents!
WIDEN as the Biker Mice reluctantly raise
their hands.
BRIE
And as fow my dear wival Wimburger...
Limburger STANDS abruptly, straightening
his tie, composed even in defeat.
LIMBURGER
Yes, yes, I know. One moment.
CLOSER ON BRIE
Looking slightly surprised as Limburger
strides up, very dignified. Limburger speaks to him confidentially.
LIMBURGER
(sotto so others can't hear)
Excellent show, Brie. Truly, you are my
superior in vision and intellect.
NEW ANGLE ON LIMBURGER
As his eyes shift to the side. He can see
Number One guarding Charley, but watching suspiciously. Limburger smiles
slightly.
LIMBURGER (CONT)
(to Brie)
Chicago and my Tower are yours. I admit
defeat. Permit me to shake your hand.
He sticks out a hand, grabbing Brie's and
shaking it.
FAST SHOT -- NUMBER ONE AND CHARLEY -- BY
DOOR
Number One REACTS suspiciously to the
sight of Limburger and Brie shaking hands.
NUMBER ONE
Eh? What's going on over there?
BACK ON LIMBURGER AND BRIE
Brie yanks his hand back suspiciously.
BRIE
(sotto)
What are you up to, Wimburger?
LIMBURGER
Me? Not a thing. You're far too paranoid,
my good Plutarkian.
(turns)
Now then. I'll just pack a few things...
He heads for the door -- a crafty smile
forming on his face.
DOOR
Number One STEPS in front of Limburger,
blocking his exit.
NUMBER ONE
(suspicious growl)
Hey. What was that all about?
LIMBURGER
My good man, is that any way to address a
superior?
NUMBER ONE
WHAT!?
LIMBURGER
Yes, I'm afraid so. My dear old fish
school friend has decided to overlook our little rivalry. He and I ARE both
Plutarkians, after all!
(smiles)
In fact, he has appointed me to your
position.
NUMBER ONE
WHAAAT!? NO!
LIMBURGER
Oh yes, I'm afraid so, Number One. You are
now, in fact...
(smirk)
...Number None.
DRAMATIC
Number One WHIRLS on the surprised Brie.
NUMBER ONE
Why you backstabbing bigmouth bass!
BRIE
What!? WAIT!
BA-BOOOM! Number One FIRES his laser
pistol and BLASTS Brie backward right through the throne --
BRIE
AAAAIIIE!
He SMASHES against the wall, scorched and
smoking.
ON THE BIKER MICE -- REACTING
THROTTLE
Looks like dissention in the ranks.
VINNIE
(sniffing Plutarkian smoke)
Smells rank, anyway!
MODO
C'mon! Let's grab Charley!
WIDE
They race toward Number One, who FIRES at
them. Modo FIRES back, aiming carefully. The explosion sends Number One
CARTWHEELING through the air as Charley gets thrown in another direction --
NUMBER ONE, CHARLEY
(yells)
FAST SHOT -- LIMBURGER
Now standing beside the dazed Brie and the
smashed throne, holding the cringing Karbunkle by the collar.
KARBUNKLE
Er... I hope you know, your Esteemed
Cheesiness, that I was only pretending to join Brie's side...
LIMBURGER
Shut up, you miasmatic moron.
(to Brie)
And as for you, my dear Brie -- permit me
to offer you some advice.
(sudden snarl)
Never mess with Lawrence Limburger!
BIKER MICE
As Charley and Number One COME DOWN,
Vinnie CATCHES Charley while Throttle BELTS Number One OS --
VINNIE
Welcome back, Charley girl!
CHARLEY
Whoo! That wasn't as fun as it looked!
LIMBURGER AND BRIE
Limburger STRAIGHTENS his tie proudly as
Number One SAILS through, SMASHING into Brie and CARRYING him OS.
LIMBURGER
You see, Brie... You may be a power-hungry
insane dictator... but I am, and always will be -- a businessman.
There is an OS SPLASH from the fountain.
Limburger SNAPS his fingers with finality. The floor GLOWS and he and Karbunkle
SHOOT DOWN through the floor, the hole closing up after them.
ON THE BIKER MICE AND CHARLEY
Alone in the wreckage, on their bikes now.
MODO
Dang! That slippery salmon got away!
VINNIE
Man! Now what are we gonna do!?
CHARLEY
Leave.
THROTTLE
Huh?
VINNIE
Whatcha talkin' about, sweetheart?
CHARLEY
(wink)
Just trust me on this one little thing,
okay?
WIDE -- EXT. BUILDING
We see the Biker Mice BLAST OUT in high,
rocket-powerd jumps, TOUCH DOWN beside the heap of villains in the fountain,
(now including Brie and Number One) and ROAR AWAY past Greasepit, still tied
up. PUSH IN on Greasepit.
GREASEPIT
Aw, darn it! The party's all over, an' I
missed da whole ting! (mutter) I bet dey didn't even save me any of da ice
cream...
AND WIPE TO:
LATER -- INT. LIMBURGER'S OFFICE --
TRASHED -- NIGHT
Limburger wearily sits down in his chair,
shoving a bust of Brie off onto the floor with a CRASH. He mops his brow with a
hanky, and sighs.
LIMBURGER
Yet another expensive failure, and
exhausting to boot. I feel quite parched.
(presses intercom button)
Karbunkle! Fetch me some cool liquid
refreshment at once... with lots of ice.
INT. LOWER OFFICE
Where Karbunkle has found the Asteroid
Attractor and is staring in horror at the vidscreen showing the ice asteroids
descending at top speed
KARBUNKLE
(into hand-radio)
Er, I don't anticipate any problem with
that request, my Imminently Cheese- Pressedness!
EXT. LIMBURGER TOWER -- NIGHT
As WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The ice asteroids
SMASH into Limburger Tower in quick succession like three scoops of ice cream.
A BEAT, then CRASH! The weight SMASHES the Tower flat.
LIMBURGER (VO)
Oooh. I'm afraid it would appear my
assets... are now frozen.
WIDEN to REVEAL the Biker Mice and Charley
watching from atop a neighboring building. They LAUGH and give each other
high-fives.
VINNIE
Aaaow! What a day!
MODO
Savin' two planets--
THROTTLE
An' puttin' the Big Cheese on ice.
(quieter)
For a while, anyway.
CLOSER ON THE MICE
The other two don't notice Throttle's
somberness.
VINNIE
So who's for dogs and root beer?
MODO
Man, yer playin' MY song, bro!
VINNIE
Yow! Let's ROCK and RIDE!
NEW ANGLE
Modo and Vinnie (with Charley) ROAR off
the top of the building in triumphant, rocket-powered jumps. PUSH IN on Charley
(on Vinnie's bike) who LOOKS BACK in knowing concern...
ANGLE ON THROTTLE -- NIGHT
Still atop the building, helmet off,
looking up at the stars. A red one in particular.
THROTTLE
(softly)
Our work here ain't finished, Carbine. But
we'll be back someday. I promise.
He slowly DONS his helmet and RIDES his
bike OS off the top of the building. PAN UP to the red planet of Mars and PUSH
IN:
DISS THRU TO:
CARBINE -- MARTIAN DAY
Standing by a limpid stream, surrounded by
sprouting green and Martian flowers. She is looking up at the blue sparkle that
is Earth in the dark Mars sky, and holding a Martain lily.
CARBINE
Ride free, Biker Mice. You... and freedom
fighters everywhere... will never be forgotten.
DISS TO:
WIDE SHOT -- SPACE
Showing Mars and Earth and the swarm of
ice asteroids finally moving away out of the solar system... and:
FADE OUT
THE END
