BIKER MICE FROM MARS
"Caveat Mentor"
(# 6640-057)
2056 words
Written
By:
Glenn
Leopold
FIRST
DRAFT
7/19/94
SECOND
DRAFT
7/28/94
THIRD
DRAFT
8/5/94
FOURTH
DRAFT
8/9/94
FINAL
DRAFT
8/12/94
REVISED
FINAL (*) DRAFT
8/15/94
REVISED
FINAL (**) DRAFT
8/19/94
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copyright 1994 New World Animation
BIKER MICE FROM MARS
"Caveat Mentor"
(#6640-057)
(as of Revised Final (**) Draft dated
8/19/94)
CAST LIST Dialogue Count
Throttle 35
Vinnie 50
Modo 37
Charley 19
Limburger 26
Karbunkle 8
Greasepit 25
Fred 1
Goons 4 (yells, oofs only)
Goon 1 1
Stoker 63
Rimfire 23
Plutarkian Officer 1 10
Plutarkian Officer 2 10
3 Plutarkian Guards 2 (Oof, Yeow only)
Plutarkian Tower Guards (no dialogue)
Slobber The Mutt (no dialogue)
Sand Raiders (no dialogue)
Young Martian Freedom Fighters (no dialogue)
BIKER MICE FROM MARS
"Caveat Mentor"
(#6640-057)
TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. QUIGLEY STADIUM SCOREBOARD - DAY
PUSH IN on the SCOREBOARD as we HEAR LOUD
SLAMMING of METAL.
INT. SCOREBOARD HIDEOUT - ON MODO
Modo tosses a manhole cover in the air,
then BLASTS it at an angle with his ARM CANNON. It SLAMS down onto two manhole
covers, stacked like Pogs on the floor. The two metal covers flip up and O.S.
in one direction, the 'slammer' in the other.
ANGLE - VINNIE AND THROTTLE
Ducking as two of the covers SMASH through
a wall behind them. [NOTE: Throttle has his helmet on.]
THROTTLE
*
Nice slam, bro!
ON CHARLEY
She's working on a bike, detailing it,
just as the 'slammer' WHIZZES THROUGH SHOT. She ducks as the manhole cover
SMASHES into a shelf full of tools behind her.
CHARLEY
Whoa!
(weary sigh)
I don't s'pose you guys know how to play
Pogs without using deadly force?
WIDEN TO REVEAL VINNIE, spinning a manhole
cover on his finger.
VINNIE
(surprised)
You can do that?
He tosses the manhole cover OS. CRASH!
Charley winces comically. ZIP PAN to Throttle, readying to shoot. Suddenly, his
ears perk up to the SOUND OF A JET. The manhole cover smashes a hole in the
wall as Throttle closes his visor.
EXT. SCOREBOARD - ON THROTTLE
Who peers out and REACTS, as COMPUTER
GRAPHICS activate on his visor.
THROTTLE
What? Heads up, bros!
HIS POV - ON RIMFIRE'S SHIP
ZOOMING right toward the scoreboard (and
CAMERA.)
THROTTLE (VO)
*
We got Plutarkians droppin' in fer dinner.
INT. HIDEOUT - ON BIKER MICE ALL LOOKING
OUT THE WINDOW.
The Plutarkian ship FIRES A BLAST.
VINNIE
Whoa! An' here comes their housewarmin'
gift!
They LEAP AWAY as the ship's CANNON BLAST
TEARS a hole in the scoreboard right where they were standing.
ON MODO
Back on his feet, his eye glowing angry
RED.
MODO
Well, let's send 'em back a "Thank
You" note!
He starts firing his ARM CANNON out the
hole at the oncoming ship. Throttle and Vinnie's tails WHAP their bikes'
storage compartments. RIFLES spring out. The Mice catch them. [PROPS: Design
after weapons in toy packages of each mouse.]
DRAMATIC OTS SHOT - PLUTARKIAN SHIP
It's approaching the scoreboard fast as
the Biker Mice BLAST away with all they've got. The Mice REACT as the ship is
hit and starts smoking but is still headed right for them!
MODO
Oh, mama! That reekfish limo is stinkin'
but not sinkin'!
OTS BIKER MICE AND CHARLEY - ON SMOKING
SHIP
It's ROARING right toward them, as we...
FADE OUT:
END TEASERACT ONE
FADE IN:
OTS RIMFIRE'S FLAMING PLUTARKIAN SHIP -
APPROACHING SCOREBOARD
The Mice and Charley look like sitting
ducks as the ship WHINES toward them.
OTS MICE AND CHARLEY - ON APPROACHING SHIP
VINNIE
Rock n' Hide, sweetheart!
Vinnie grabs Charley with his tail and
DIVES O.S. as Throttle and Modo do the same.
CHARLEY
(grunt)
Oof!
A BEAT and the ship CRASHES PAST CAMERA
(like the train in "Silver Streak") with SPARKING, SMOKING,
SCREECHING SFX.
EXT. SCOREBOARD - CONTINUOUS
SCREECHING CONTINUES as the rest of the
ship disappears inside the scoreboard, leaving a jagged hole. A BEAT LATER the
O.S. SCREECHING stops.
INT. SCOREBOARD - ON FALLEN BIKES AND
BIKER MICE
Covered with ceiling debris, we see
Charley and the Mice dig out from the rubble. The bikes are on their sides,
covered with dust. The hideout is filled with DISSIPATING SMOKE.
VINNIE
Oh maaan! Third time! Where on this
scoreboard does it say "Alien Parking"?!
The door of the ship starts to CREAK open.
DRAMATIC ANGLE - SMOKE FILLED DOOR OF SHIP
As we see Vinnie and Modo REACH IN...
RIMFIRE
(coughing)
VINNIE
Sorry, Stinkfish, yer parked in a
"blow-away" zone.
...to pull a COUGHING figure from the
ship. Vinnie has his fist poised to clobber... as Modo REACTS.
VINNIE
Say "cheese"! URK!
Vinnie begins to throw a punch but Modo
grabs his arm and jerks it to a stop.
MODO
Hold it! It's Rimfire!
RIMFIRE
(coughing)
Hi, Uncle Modo. (cough)
ANOTHER ANGLE - OPEN DOORWAY OF THE SHIP -
REFLECTED ON THROTTLE'S VISOR
Throttle REACTS to another figure in the
smoky ship doorway... Stoker!
STOKER
(coughing)
Still ridin' free, Biker Bums?
ON THROTTLE AND STOKER
He punches Throttle in the shoulder.
ANGLE - MICE
They REACT in wide-eyed disbelief.
THROTTLE
(grunt)
Stoker!
VINNIE
I don't believe it!
MODO
As my ol' gray-furred Mama would say: Oh,
mama! (laugh)
WIDER
Modo rushes forward to give Stoker a big
bear hug.
STOKER
(grins)
Modo my mouse -- long time no see.
(grunt)
Like a wrestler, Stoker SMASHES his palms on
either side of Modo's head. Modo grins as he DROPS Stoker.
MODO
(grunt! laugh!)
THROTTLE
(taking off his helmet)
*
Haven't seen you since you honchoed us in
the Second Battle of the Canals. (grunt)
Throttle pounds Stoker on the shoulder.
STOKER
(grunt)
But this old soldier can still flatten all
your furry fannies!
(to Vinnie)
Hey punk! Aoooowwww!
Head down, Stoker charges right into
Vinnie... hitting him in the stomach and carrying him O.S. right past...
VINNIE
What..? Oof!
CHARLEY
Who REACTS, dodging out of the way, as
Stoker and Vinnie FLY THROUGH SHOT.
CHARLEY
Whoa!
LOW ANGLE - FLOOR
As Vinnie CRASHES onto his back with
Stoker on top of him.
VINNIE
(slightly agitated)
Oof! No fair, man! Sucker punch!
STOKER
Just ol' Head-Butt Sneak Attack 7!
VINNIE
(snotty)
Howzabout New Head-Lock Backflip 13?!
(grunt)
Vinnie gets Stoker in a headlock and FLIPS
him backwards O.S.
ANGLE - THROTTLE AND MODO
As Stoker FLIES IN with a THUMP, Stoker
LAUGHS.
STOKER
Oof! (laughs)
*
(dialogue ommitted)
STOKER
Leg-Trip Attack 40!
Stoker LASHES out with his feet and trips
Modo, who topples... taking Throttle with him. The trio start playfully
pummeling each other.
MODO/THROTTLE
Oof!
MODO/THROTTLE/STOKER
(ad lib tussle)
ON CHARLEY
Who dodges to both sides as first Vinnie,
then Rimfire, DIVE THROUGH SHOT to get into the fray.
CHARLEY
Yi!
VINNIE
Aooowww!! Biker brawl!
RIMFIRE
Hey! I want in!
CHARLEY
Whoa!
ANGLE - BIKER MICE
Rolling around on the debris strewn floor,
trading stomach punches. Charley ENTERS SHOT, ducking a flying fist, as Modo
sprawls at her feet.
BIKER MICE
(ad-lib covered by fight)
CHARLEY
Before you macho, muscle-brained mice beat
each other black-and-blue, does anyone care to introduce me?
DOWN SHOT - ON MODO - AT CHARLEY'S FEET
He points O.S.
MODO
(laughs)
Oh yeah. Charley Ma'am, that'd be Stoker.
ON STOKER, VINNIE AND THROTTLE
Stoker is trading stomach punches with
Vinnie. With his other arm, he tries to forearm SMASH Throttle and Rimfire, who
are coming up behind him. They dodge away.
STOKER/VINNIE
Oof, oof, oof!
THROTTLE/RIMFIRE
(laugh)
MODO (VO)
Stoke was our unit leader in th'
Plutarkian Wars. Taught us everything we know 'bout bikin'...
THROTTLE
...fighting...
(grunt)
STOKER
Oof!
Throttle whacks Stoker on the shoulder, as
the older Mouse gets him in a headlock.
VINNIE
...and...
ON MODO AND CHARLEY
CHARLEY
(interrupts)
Never mind.
MODO
On Mars, when they talk "Baddest
Motorjammer", they're talkin' Stoker!
ANGLE - STOKER AND THROTTLE
Stoker REACTS, releasing Throttle and
straightens up.
STOKER
Just, Mars? Try the whole galaxy!
ON RIMFIRE AND MODO
Panting happily, as they sit down to catch
their breath.
MODO/RIMFIRE
(heavy breathing)
RIMFIRE
(heavy breathing)
Sorry for droppin' in unannounced, Uncle
Modo, but we didn't have much choice...
RIPPLE DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. PRISON YARD ON MARTIAN MOON - NIGHT
FLASHBACK
(Use S/A BG keys BM # 23 - Titan)
PHOBOS, the Martian moon, is big in the
sky. PAN DOWN to the prison walls, further down to the prison yard where
Stoker, in prison garb, wearily swings a sledgehammer against rocks. THREE
evil-grinning PLUTARKIAN GUARDS prod him. One kicks him down, Stoker glares at
them
RIMFIRE (VO)
Stoke here was doin' hard time in a
Stinkfish slammer on Martian Moon Two. So I figured I'd pay him a visit...
Suddenly, a HUGE EXPLOSION! The Guards
turn.
GUARDS' POV - ON PRISON WALL
Through the SMOKE we see a jagged hole in
the prison wall. And ZOOMING right through it is RIMFIRE, on his Freedom
Fighter BIKE (see Galoob Design for Bike used in BM #27.) His bike weapons are
BLASTING TOWARD CAMERA!
ON GUARDS
LASER BLASTS ZAP the weapons from their
hands. The Bike ZOOMS IN as Rimfire SMASHES the guards O.S. with his forearms.
GUARDS
Oof!
ON STOKER - GETTING TO HIS FEET
As Rimfire SKIDS up to him, BLASTING off the
leg chains with a SIDEARM. Stoker hops onto Rimfire's bike.
STOKER
Rimfire! 'Bout time someone sprang me from
this fishbowl!
RIMFIRE
Hang on, teach!
Rimfire tosses a GRENADE O.S. as he ZOOMS
off.
DRAMATIC DOWN SHOT - OTS TOWER GUARDS - ON
RIMFIRE/STOKER
The Grenade EXPLODES, as the Tower Guards
train their mounted LASER CANNONS down at Rimfire's CAREENING bike.
ON RIMFIRE/STOKER - THROUGH HOLE IN PRISON
WALL
The bike VEERS toward the jagged hole IN
FG. Stoker and Rimfire are ducking LASER FIRE from both sides and above! The
bike BARRELS RIGHT PAST CAMERA.
HIGH ANGLE - DOWN SHOT - RIMFIRE'S BIKE
It ZOOMS away from the prison walls,
jumping over rocks, dodging LASER CANNON BLASTS all around it from the Tower
Guards.
ON STOKER AND RIMFIRE - ON BIKE
It JUMPS over a rock and toward a parked
Freedom Fighter ship. As they move toward the open ramp of the ship we see a
group of Plutarkian GUARDS appear from inside with LASER RIFLES.
RIMFIRE
Stoke! They grabbed my ship!
STOKER
Then return the favor!
The guards start BLASTING at the Bike,
which SCREECHES O.S.
DRAMATIC ANGLE - A PLUTARKIAN SHIP OUTSIDE
PRISON
There's two Plutarkian GUARDS guarding the
ship. Rimfire's bike ROARS IN from FG, his bike weapons BLASTING. The Guards
DIVE away, as the bike ZOOMS up a ramp into the Plutarkian ship.
GUARDS
Yeow!
DRAMATIC ANGLE - TOWER GUARDS
Swivelling their LASER CANNONS and
BLASTING at the Plutarkian ship as it TAKES OFF upward. The BLASTS bounce off
the armored ship as it ZOOMS away from the surface of Phobos.
EXT. PLUTARKIAN SHIP IN SPACE
As the Plutarkian ship ZOOMS from the moon
toward Mars, three Plutarkian GUNSHIPS move in to block it, BLASTING away.
INT. SHIP - SHAKING FROM O.S. BLASTS
RIMFIRE
Mars is blockaded! We gotta change course!
Rimfire is at the helm, as Stoker mans
some gun controls, POUNDING them like video game joysticks. The video game-type
TARGET VIEWSCREEN shows him missing the Gunships pretty badly. Rimfire sees
this and gets a concerned expression and pulls on the ship's controls.
STOKER
Aw, man! I can't hit squid with these
lousy Plutarkian blasters.
EXT. RIMFIRE'S SHIP AND GUNSHIPS - MOVING
As BLASTS from the Gunships rock Rimfire's
veering ship, he does a fancy double-loop 180 turn and heads away from Mars.
PAN WITH Rimfire's ship as it ZOOMS off toward Earth.
EXT. EARTH - CLOSE
Earth, as seen from space. Rimfire's ship
streaks toward the surface. We PULL BACK to see it's on the viewscreen of a...
INT. PLUTARKIAN GUNSHIP
Two Plutarkian officers are at the
console. OFFICER 1 speaks into a console microphone.
OFFICER 1
Now tracking Priority Prisoner Number One.
Will assume pursuit.
INT. RIMFIRE'S SHIP
Stoker reaches for a control, bends over
the console reaching for the radio, but his arm accidentally hits one of the
gun controls. The ship shakes with the BLAST as at viewscreen, the rocket heads
right for the Quigley Stadium Scoreboard.
RIMFIRE (V.O.)
We were gonna contact you, when Stoke
kinda, accidentally blasted you...
On viewscreen comes a BLAST from the
Scoreboard right to nose of the Ship -- BLAMM! -- setting fire to the console
and torching the radio. Dials spin crazily. A "horizon indicator"
screen wobbles crazily.
RIMFIRE (V.O.)
Then you hit our radio and guidance
system...
RIPPLE DISSOLVE TO:
INT. SCOREBOARD - DAY - BACK TO PRESENT -
CLOSE ON RIMFIRE
He finishes his story, pointing to the
still-smoking hulk of the ship. WIDEN to see everyone now gathered around him.
RIMFIRE
...Anyway, I guess we'll be hanging' for a
while till we can figure a way back.
VINNIE
(sarcastic)
No problem! You can catch the next
spaceship. Should be another one crashing in here any day now. Oof!
Stoker sucker-punches Vinnie.
VINNIE
(mildly pissed)
Still a barrel of laughs, eh, Stoke?
CLOSE ON STOKER
Grinning down at Vinnie. He winks
cavalierly.
CUT TO:
EXT. LIMBURGER TOWER AND BOTTLING PLANT -
DAY
ESTABLISH the TOWER as we PAN OVER to a
new factory type building next door. PUSH IN as we hear:
LIMBURGER (VO)
Yes, I, Lawrence Limburger, guarantee...
INT. FACTORY/SOUNDSTAGE - ON LIMBURGER
We're in a small glassed-in SOUNDSTAGE,
where a grinning LIMBURGER is holding a bottle of "CLAM-POO", and
pointing to an adorable little girl with beautiful Shirley Temple curls.
LIMBURGER
...that used daily, my new
"Clam-Poo" will make your hair marvelously manageable. In fact, I'll
put my own money on it.
CLOSER - SHAMPOO BOTTLE
The bottle is in the foreground, with a
floating 20 dollar bill in it. We see a film camera and Klieg lights past it. A
shadowy director (Karbunkle) sits in a chair.
LIMBURGER (VO)
During this special trial offer, I will
personally place a crisp twenty dollar bill in each bottle.
LIMBURGER
Holds up the shampoo with a cheesy smile.
LIMBURGER
Limburger "Clam-Poo". You don't
have to buy it... we'll pay you to try it.
KARBUNKLE (VO)
Cut! That's a wrap, your jovial
bovineness.
Karbunkle's shadow ENTERS SCENE and stops.
PULL BACK to see the director, Karbunkle, hold up a clapper.
CLOSE ON THE LITTLE GIRL
Karbunkle SLAMS the clapper shut... right
on the fingers of the little girl, who loves it. She whips off her wig/mask to
reveal FRED underneath.
FRED
Oooh! I love show biz! Ahhh!
CLOSE ON GREASEPIT
In a corner, Greasepit is covertly
emptying a bottle of shampoo onto the floor to get at the twenty. He stands in
a puddle of spilt shampoo.
GREASEPIT
(sotto)
If da boss don't wanna pay me, I'll just
pays myself. (stupid chuckle and grunts)
But the bill is stuck to the bottom of the
plastic bottle. He hits the bottom like a stubborn catsup bottle.
KARBUNKLE (VO)
You are indeed a marketing genius supreme,
your Cheese Fondoofusness.
CLOSE - KARBUNKLE
Karbunkle holds up another bottle of
Clam-Poo, then moves TOWARD AND PAST CAMERA with it.
KARBUNKLE
Once Clam-poo's secret mind control
formula penetrates through their scalps into their brains...
ON GREASEPIT
Greasepit bites the bottom off the empty
plastic bottle, and triumphantly removes the twenty. He pulls his pink piggy
bank from his overalls and slips the twenty into it. Greasepit slips in the
shampoo puddles and falls onto his butt.
GREASEPIT
(sneaky chuckle to self)
Wha...? Oof!
KARBUNKLE (PARTIAL V.O.)
...the good citizens of Chicago will
become mindless puppets...
Karbunkle approaches from behind and pours
the shampoo onto Greasepit's head. Greasepit, who has been peering into the
opening of the bank, suddenly stiffens into immobility.
LIMBURGER (CONT.)
...Only too willing to sign over all their
land to you.
GREASEPIT
(chuckle cont'd... into "oh")
Limburger ENTERS.
LIMBURGER
Greasepit, open your piggy bank... over
your head.
GREASEPIT
(trancelike)
I lives to obeys.
Greasepit SMASHES the piggybank over his
head. COINS SCATTER. The twenty dollar bill flutters in the air. Limburger
catches the twenty, pocketing it.
LIMBURGER
(smiles to Karbunkle)
Excellent.
ANGLE - LIMBURGER AND KARBUNKLE AT GLASS
WINDOW
Looking through the glass as we PUSH
THROUGH into the FACTORY BOTTLING PLANT, where we see bottles of
"Clam-Poo" come off an assembly line, after being filled from a huge
vat of shampoo goo.
LIMBURGER (CONT.)
(chuckle)
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. SCOREBOARD HIDEOUT - DAY
PUSH IN to a scoreboard number window. We
see the Mice finishing up repairs on the scoreboard (from inside), patching it
with POUNDING HAMMERS, as they munch hot dogs. (NOTE: There's no evidence of
the ship or the gaping hole now.) [STORYBOARD: Make sure all cans clearly say:
"soda" whenever seen.]
MODO
*
Hey, Stoker, 'member that time we took out
two hundred Sand Raiders in the North Canal?
INT. SCOREBOARD - ON STOKER
CHOMPING on a hot dog as he swigs from a
can of root beer.
STOKER
Two hundred?! Man, I personally took out
two hundred and fifty! (chuckle)
WIDEN SHOT as we see Vinnie toss away his
hammer and grab a hot dog and root beer. In the BG, Charley is working on the
damaged Plutarkian ship engine with a large wrench. We hear some HEAVY METAL
MUSIC from the TV, which is on quietly in the BG. Stoker POUNDS Vinnie's
shoulder, spilling root beer all over an irked Vinnie. The hot dog squirts out
of the bun and hits Vinnie in the eye.
VINNIE
Oof! Grrr!
STOKER
*
I really pulled your tail outta the fire
that day, eh, punk? (chortles)
OTS STOKER - 0N VINNIE AND THROTTLE
Vinnie REACTS, wiping root beer off
himself.
VINNIE
(irked)
Hey, this mouse never needed anybody,
anywhere savin' his tail. (grunt, drinking noise)
ANGLE - REFRIGERATOR
As Vinnie turns to it, irritably, and
FLINGS open the door to pull out another root beer, RIPPING the top of the can
off. He GUZZLES it as Throttle ENTERS and puts his hand on his shoulder.
THROTTLE
(sotto)
Hey, Hey... Take it easy, bro.
VINNIE
(swallows irritably)
Ah, Stoker always did cramp my style.
(belch)
Man, ya ever seen a bigger ego on any
mouse?
THROTTLE
(diplomatically)
Uh, well.... maybe once.
VINNIE
Annoying, isn't it?
THROTTLE
You don't wanna know...
MODO (VO)
Hey, bros! Scope out this eye pollution!
OTS MODO - THE TV SET (THE SOUND TURNED
DOWN)
Modo turns up the sound. We see the end of
Limburger's "Clam-Poo" ad. There's the grinning Limburger holding up
the shampoo with the Limburger logo on it.
LIMBURGER
... Remember, for happy hair and a
spick-and-span scalp, Limburger Clam-poo is the shampoo of champions.
ON THE MICE
Watching and frowning, now gathered around
Modo.
THROTTLE
What's wrong with this picture? A
Plutarkian shillin' soap suds.
MODO
(flicks off T.V. set)
Don't even have ta think about it ta know
it's crooked.
STOKER
(a big grin)
A Plutarkian? Well, hey! Time's a wastin',
troopers!
ON THE BIKES
As Stoker LEAPS onto Charley's bike and
starts to REV it.
STOKER
...Let's go FRY HIS FINS!
Modo eagerly JUMPS on his own bike.
MODO
Aw-right!!! My kinda music!
ON RIMFIRE
RIMFIRE
(worried)
Uh, Stoke, maybe that's not such a hot
idea...
STOKER ON THE BIKE
The other Mice are now on their bikes.
Stoker waves to Charley.
STOKER
Thanks for the wheels, beautiful!
The bikes all fire up. He flips down his
helmet, ready for action, then ZOOMS O.S.
ANGLE - RIMFIRE AND MODO
Rimfire, on his bike, settles next to
Modo.
RIMFIRE
(sotto to Modo, worried)
Listen, I-I need to talk to you about
Stoker...
Stoker ZOOMS THROUGH SHOT as Throttle and
Vinnie follow. Modo follows, waving Rimfire on, as:
MODO
C'mon, nephew! It'll be righteously radical
ridin' again with Mars' baddest motorjammer!
EXT. SCOREBOARD - DAY
As Stoker ZOOMS out of the scoreboard,
with the three Biker Mice following.
STOKER
Sing it, boys! Let's rock...
EXT. STREET
The Mice and Stoker land and zoom away.
STOKER/THROTTLE/MODO/VINNIE
...and RIDE!
EXT. SCOREBOARD - DAY
A worried-looking Rimfire ZOOMS out of the
scoreboard on his bike, following them.
RIMFIRE
(worried)
Oh man...
EXT. STREET
Rimfire lands and heads off in the
direction of Stoker and the Mice.
WIPE TO:
EXT. LIMBURGER WAREHOUSE - DAY
ESTABLISH and PUSH IN on the warehouse
(Use S/A BM #16), with its big open garage door.
GREASEPIT (VO)
Hussle yer butts, youse goons! Da faster
we get dis Clam- poo in da stores...
INT. WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
There are three huge semis (trucks) full
of Clam-Poo crates backed into the warehouse through the garage doors.
Greasepit and some GOONS finish loading up the last one. Stacked everywhere on
the warehouse floor are piles of crates.
GREASEPIT
...da faster Mr. Limboiger can start
toinin' people's brains inta mostaccioli.
THROTTLE (VO)
Sorry, sludgeface...
Greasepit whirls as we ZIP PAN OVER TO:
GREASEPIT
Huh?
DRAMATIC UPSHOT SOME CRATES IN THE
WAREHOUSE
The Biker Mice, plus Stoker and Rimfire,
on their bikes, in macho poses on a large stack of crates. [Note: All the Mice
keep their helmets on through this sequence, so Clam-poo doesn't get on them.]
THROTTLE
...But we're issuing a recall on this
product.
GREASEPIT AND THE GOONS
By the open semi trailers, looking O.S.
GREASEPIT
(gasp)
Oh no! Five of 'em! Blast dose
multiplicatin mice!
Greasepit and the goons pull out WEAPONS
and start BLASTING!
ON BIKER MICE, STOKER AND RIMFIRE
They ZOOM off the pile of crates, just as
the LASER BLASTS EXPLODE the empty wooden crates into kindling!
OTS VINNIE'S BIKE MOVING
He ROARS TOWARD Greasepit (who's standing
by an open truck, blasting), FIRING away with his bike guns.
GREASEPIT
Dives into the open truck. Vinnie races by
the truck. The sides of the truck trailer FOLD OUT with Greasepit manning a
swivel LASER TURRET GUN. He FIRES.
VINNIE
Veers to avoid the LASER BLASTS.
VINNIE
Waaaoooohh!
OTS STOKER - MOVING
Stoker BLASTS away, WILDLY MISSING two
Goons who are firing at him from behind some crates. Nearby crates are getting
BLASTED APART. The goons react to the errant shots, shrug and continue firing.
ON STOKER
Racing along.
STOKER
Aoooowwww!
ANOTHER ANGLE STOKER AND VINNIE
STOKER
*
One side, punk!
Stoker ZOOMS past Vinnie, cutting him off.
Vinnie is forced to veer toward Greasepit's semi, in the BG.
OTS GREASEPIT - ON VINNIE
Who's swerved his bike right into
GREASEPIT'S LASER SIGHTS.
VINNIE
(looking back at the O.S. Stoker)
Hey! What kinda bonehead move was that?!
Whoa! Oof!
A BLAST OF GREASEPIT'S LASER FIRE shoots
at him. Vinnie ducks and puts his bike into a SPARKING SLIDE under a nearby
truck, with Greasepit's BLASTS just missing all along the way, till Vinnie is
safely under the truck. A beat, then:
VINNIE (VO)
(pissed)
This is not my idea of hero-type exit.
ANGLE - STOKER AND A GOON
Stoker is BARRELING toward a Goon who's
shooting at him from atop a crate. Stoker BLASTS wildly, missing.
GOON 1
(sneers)
Need glasses, Rat-face?!
ON THROTTLE
Clotheslining two Goons, he looks back at
Stoker and REACTS.
GOONS
Oof!
THROTTLE
(to himself, worried)
Man, Stoke's even missin' the easy shots.
OTS GREASEPIT - MODO AND RIMFIRE
The two Bikers head toward CAMERA, side by
side. DOWNSHOT shows a bunch of shampoo crates hanging from the warehouse roof
by a metal chain -- and Modo and Rimfire and heading right under it.
ANGLE ON GREASEPIT
As he DUCKS from a BARRAGE of laser
blasts. The blasts hit Greasepit's turret in the foreground, which sends his
turret FLIPPING back into the semi.
GREASEPIT
Yiiii!
ON STOKER
He ducks from some LASER BLASTS, loses
some control of his bike, then, off balance, FIRES WILDLY at the Goon atop the
crate. FOLLOW one of his stray BLASTS up to:
UP ANGLE - CHAIN HOLDING THE HEAVY CRATES
The LASER BLAST ZAPS through the chain and
the crates start to fall DOWN TOWARD CAMERA.
OTS FALLING CRATES - DRAMATIC DOWN SHOT ON
MODO AND RIMFIRE
Modo looks up and REACTS... just in time.
MODO
Rimfire!
He CLAMPS his metal arm on Rimfire's bike
and ZOOMS them both O.S., just as the CRATES SMASH to the warehouse floor
SPLATTERING it (and the CAMERA LENS) with Clam-Poo!
ON MODO AND RIMFIRE
Racing along.
RIMFIRE
*
Uncle Modo, I been tryin' t' tell you.
Stoker's lost his freedom fightin' edge.
ANGLE - GREASEPIT - IN SEMI CAB
He's now at the wheel, looking frantic as
he REVS the truck.
GREASEPIT
*
Dey's too many mices! I's leavin' dis
infestation post- hastily!
PULL BACK to:
OTS THE MICE AND RIMFIRE (MINUS STOKER)
ZOOM OVER CAMERA INTO FRAME from four
different directions, and line up four abreast like the Earps in front of
Greasepit's truck, blocking his way out.
VINNIE
Wrong again, lard-lumps!
STOKER (VO)
Hey, bros!
DRAMATIC UP ANGLE - STOKER
He LEAPS off a stack of shipping crates
toward the truck, BLASTING wildly at the truck, as...
STOKER
Time to bail out your sorry bu ---
uu-oooh!
...he hits the Clam-Poo spill and his bike
goes out, SKIDDING right into...
THE BIKER MICE AND RIMFIRE
As Stoker's bike KNOCKS THE FOUR BIKES
O.S.!
BIKER MICE/RIMFIRE/STOKER
Oof!
We hear on O.S. CRASH and sound of CRATES
SPLINTERING.
LOW ANGLE - SPRAWLED BIKER MICE, RIMFIRE
AND STOKER
They are on the floor of the warehouse,
near the open garage door, off their bikes. Around them are splintered Clam-Poo
crates. Clam-Poo is all over the floor. Vinnie tries to get to his feet, but
SLIPS and SLIDES, landing on his back with a WHOMP! [NOTE: No one gets the
stuff on their head -- they have helmets on.]
VINNIE
Whoaaaa! Oof! Not coo... (slips)...
ooooool! Oof!
They all look up woozily at the SOUND OF
REVVING ENGINES.
ALL
(woozy)
Huh?
THEIR POV - THREE SEMIS
Greasepit's driving the middle truck,
Goons driving the two that flank him. They're BARRELLING TOWARD CAMERA.
GREASEPIT
*
Flatten dose furballs! (laugh)
OTS THE SEMIS - ROARING TOWARD THE FIVE
SPRAWLED MICE
As the three trucks bear down on them,
they REACT, and we...
FADE OUT:
END OF ACT ONEACT TWO
FADE IN:
INT. WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS -
HIGH ANGLE - DOWN SHOT - BIKER MICE,
RIMFIRE AND STOKER
The three semis ROAR toward the sprawled
mice, who are flailing around in the spilled Clam-Poo.
MICE
(Ad-lib slipping)
DRAMATIC ANGLE - VINNIE AND MODO
Modo raises his arm cannon, and Vinnie his
sidearm, as they send LASER BLASTS TOWARD CAMERA.
LOW ANGLE - ONCOMING TRUCKS
The LASER BLASTS BLOW the tires of the two
flanking trucks.
OTS THE BIKER MICE, RIMFIRE, STOKER - ON
TRUCKS
The flanking trucks with blown tires
SCREECH aside to CRASH O.S., as the drivers bail out to safety -- but
Greasepit's truck keeps coming. Stoker FIRES, but his laser blast MISSES the
truck. Throttle FIRES and BLOWS one of Greasepit's tires.
WIDE ON SCENE
Greasepit's truck hits the Clam-Poo spill
and starts to FISHTAIL, spinning wildly out of control.
GREASEPIT
(spinning)
Yaaaaaahhhh!!!
ON THE MICE
They scramble to their left, SLIPPING and
FALLING in the Clam-Poo...
ON GREASEPIT'S SEMI
It veers toward the Mice.
THE MICE
scramble and slip over each other to their
right...
GREASEPIT'S SEMI
But the spinning, out-of-control truck
veers back toward the Mice, seemingly homed right in on them.
BIKER MICE/STOKER/RIMFIRE
(ad lib yells, grunts)
OTS MICE - ON GREASEPIT'S TRUCK
As Greasepit's truck SLIDES right toward
CAMERA, Modo barely manages to grab Rimfire and DIVE away, as does Throttle.
Vinnie snags Stoker with his tail and YANKS him O.S. just as Greasepit's rig
BARRELS PAST CAMERA.
LOW ANGLE - CHARLEY'S BIKE
Greasepit's truck CRUNCHES OVER IT as it
SLIDES through scene.
GREASEPIT'S TRUCK
SKIDS out the open garage door. Now out of
the Clam-Poo spill, Greasepit regains control and ROARS off down the street.
ANGLE - THE SPRAWLED BIKER MICE AND STOKER
As Vinnie releases Stoker with his tail,
Stoker struggles to his feet in the gooey glop and goes O.S.
STOKER
(grunt)
VINNIE
Now who's pulling whose tail outta the
fire?
ANGLE - RIMFIRE'S BIKE
As Stoker finishes lifting it up from the
ground and jumps onto it, REVVING and ROARING O.S.
STOKER
Watch and learn, baby bros!
LOW ANGLE - CHARLEY'S WRECKED BIKE
As Stoker ROARS PAST IT and out of the
garage. A BEAT LATER comes Vinnie on his chopper, followed by Throttle, and
Modo (with Rimfire riding tandem behind him.)
VINNIE
(apprehensive)
I'll flip ya to see who tells Charley
'bout her bike.
CUT TO:
EXT. HIGHWAY HIGH ANGLE - DOWN SHOT
We see Greasepit's truck ROARING along as
Stoker ZOOMS up behind, BLASTING wildly with his LASER SIDEARM, and missing
completely, shooting dumpsters, destroying billboards, topppling telephone
poles.
GREASEPIT
(chuckle)
Either dis mousekaroon is one lousy shot
or I'm gettin' to be a lots better driver.
(a revelation:)
Boy! Five years o' traffic school's
finally payin' off!
DRAMATIC ANGLE - STOKER
Stoker ZOOMS ahead toward the passenger's
side of the truck. He jumps off and grabs the passenger's door of the cab,
pulling himself up with difficulty. He's got his sidearm in one hand. Rimfire's
bike continues on OUT OF FRAME by itself.
STOKER
(grunts, straining)
OTS STOKER - ON GREASEPIT - THROUGH CAB
WINDOW
Greasepit (in the driver's seat) looks
over and grins TOWARD CAMERA as his big foot comes up and kicks the door open.
The passenger door (and Stoker's back) SWINGS PAST CAMERA.
GREASEPIT
(chuckle)
Dis ain't no car pool, grampa!
ON STOKER AND SIDE OF TRUCK
As the swinging door SLAMS his back
against the truck, causing him to drop the sidearm.
STOKER
Oof! Oof! Oof!
The door swings back toward the cab as
Greasepit's foot WHIPS out to kick it again, SLAMMING Stoker again. Stoker's
now clinging to the door by one hand.
ON MODO AND RIMFIRE - ZOOMING BEHIND THE
TRUCK
Rimfire and Modo REACT, and Modo revs his
bike to try to ZOOM alongside the truck.
ANGLE - SIDE MIRROR (ON DRIVER'S SIDE)
We see Modo and Rimfire approaching in it,
as Greasepit LEANS OUT and looks back.
GREASEPIT
Hey, mousies! Dis rush hour traffic can be
moider! (laugh)
OTS BIKER MICE AND RIMFIRE - ON REAR OF
TRUCK
We see automatic MACHINE GUN LASERS FLIP
up from the rear of the truck and start BLASTING. Modo veers his bike to avoid
the blasts. Rimfire leaps upward and does a flip, avoiding a BLAST, to land
nimbly on the truck's roof as Modo's bike falls back.
DRAMATIC ANGLE - ROOF OF THE TRUCK
Rimfire gets his footing and starts to
move toward the cab (AWAY FROM CAMERA.)
OTS THE TRUCK - APPROACHING A NARROW
UNDERPASS
RIMFIRE
Hang tight, Stoke!
Rimfire reaches down with his tail and
grabs Stoker off the swinging door and up to safety. They FLATTEN on top of the
truck, just as the truck ZOOMS through the narrow underpass and the passenger
door is RIPPED off!
OTS MODO, VINNIE AND THROTTLE
As the door FLIES BACK TOWARD them, Modo
SMASHES it away with his metal arm.
MODO
(grunt)
ANGLE ON THE TRUCK
As the truck ROARS ON, we see Rimfire and
Stoker on their knees on top of it. Greasepit, in the cab, is BLASTING upward
with a sidearm.
DRAMATIC DOWN SHOT - ROOF OF TRUCK
Rimfire and Stoker roll to avoid the LASER
BLASTS that are ripping up through the truck roof and riddling it like Swiss
cheese, just missing them.
RIMFIRE
(whistles for his bike)
Jump, Stoke!
DRAMATIC ANGLE - TRUCK AND BIKER MICE
As the Mice ROAR alongside the truck,
their bike WEAPONS BLAST the LASER GUNS on the truck to scrap. Modo's bike
ROARS alongside as Rimfire uses his tail to grab hold of Stoker's belt and
lower him off the truck roof. Stoker lands behind Modo.
MODO
Sail yer tail offa there, Rimfire!
DRAMATIC DOWN SHOT - ON ROOF OF TRUCK
We see Rimfire's bike is ROARING alongside
the truck. Rimfire is about to jump, when suddenly he's HIT by a LASER BLAST
from out of the clear air above.
RIMFIRE
*
Checkkk,... UNH!
He collapses on the roof. Suddenly the
truck is BATHED in a YELLOW TRACTOR- type BEAM from above!
DRAMATIC ANGLE - BIKER MICE AND TRUCK
The Mice are ROARING down the road,
looking upward as the entire truck is lifted by the YELLOW BEAM coming from
mid-air!
MODO
Rimfire!
ON GREASEPIT - IN CAB - BATHED IN YELLOW
LIGHT
The terrified Greasepit is spinning the
wheel uselessly as the cab is lifted.
GREASEPIT
(sobbing in fright)
Mommy! I's havin' a close encounter! (sob)
ON THROTTLE - ON HIS BIKE - MOVING
He looks up and flips down his visor.
THROTTLE
Let's see what we can't see...
THROTTLE'S POV - UP ANGLE - THROUGH VISOR
(REF: BM #10)
Through the TARGETING GRID we see the
Plutarkian Gunship becomes visible, pulling the truck into its docking bay,
which then closes.
THROTTLE (VO)
*
Bingo! A cloaked Plutarkian Gunship. Must
be after Stoker. Computer visors on, bros.
As Modo and Vinnie close their visors, we
see through each their P.O.V. the Ship appears. The Gunship starts BLASTING its
CANNONS DOWN TOWARD CAMERA.
DRAMATIC DOWN SHOT - THE BIKER MICE AND
STOKER ON FREEWAY OVERPASS (REF BM #17)
The Gunship (invisible again, so we just
see blasts coming from mid-air) is BLASTING at the three choppers, TEARING up
the highway with LASER FIRE. The Mice FIRE BACK with BIKE WEAPONS, and Modo
with his arm cannon, but the BLASTS just bounce off the Gunship's invisible
shields and ricochet directly back at the Mice.
THROTTLE
Take cover!
Throttle and Modo (with Stoker) ZOOM O.S.
just as an EXPLOSION near Vinnie takes out half the roadway. Vinnie SOARS over
it and follows the other Mice down an embankment to a road below.
THE PLUTARKIAN SHIP
Is right on the Mice's tailpipes as they
turn a sharp corner toward...
A HIGHWAY TUNNEL
The Biker Mice ZOOM IN as the Gunship
follows, BLASTING away with CANNONS. But the tunnel is too narrow, and the
too-large Gunship WEDGES in the tunnel opening with a SCREEEEE, as it becomes
VISIBLE!
INT. PLUTARKIAN SHIP
We see the two Officers at the controls.
On the vidscreen, we see the Biker Mice/Stoker ZOOMING out of the far end of
the tunnel (AWAY FROM CAMERA.)
EXT. TUNNEL
With a ROAR, the Gunship ENGINES FLARE and
it pulls out of the tunnel, COLLAPSING the tunnel mouth as it does.
OFFICER 1 (VO)
Stabilizers damaged. Retreat to a safe
zone for repairs.
ANGLE - GUNSHIP
It ZOOMS off, disappearing in the distance
as we PULL BACK to see the Biker Mice in the FOREGROUND, their visors down,
looking after it.
MODO
Looks like we're in for some serious
overtime, bros.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. LIMBURGER'S OFFICE - DAY
Limburger squirms uncomfortably behind his
desk as the Two Plutarkian Officers glare at him from the other side. Greasepit
stands to one side, holding the woozy Rimfire.
LIMBURGER
(restrained sarcasm)
And to what do I owe this perfectly
profound pleasure, officers?
OFFICER 1
We tracked the escaped Freedom Fighter
Stoker from prison on Phobos.
WIDE ON SCENE
Officer 2 indicates Rimfire.
OFFICER 2
This rebel rodent aided his breakout...
and escaped prisoners make us look bad.
(with a meaningful glance)
A condition we're told you're quite used
to, Limburger.
Limburger smiles nervously and runs his
finger around his sweaty collar.
LIMBURGER
(nervous)
Heh heh. Ahem.
OFFICER 1
We intend to return them both to prison on
Phobos with their Biker Mice friends.
LIMBURGER
(smiling snidely)
I see. And how, pray tell, do you propose
to do what I have labored in vain, lo these many moons, to accomplish?
Officer 2 takes out a Scanner.
OFFICER 2
In prison we planted a secret listening
device on the Fugitive.
OFFICER 1
*
We can track him anywhere.
CLOSE - SCANNER
We see a RADAR-TYPE SCREEN with ONE
BEEPING DOT. We WIDEN SHOT to see Officer 2 is holding the scanner.
Limburger takes the scanner from Officer
2.
LIMBURGER
(disdainful snort)
Allow me, gentlemen, to personally instruct
my minions to round up this "Stoker" -- and the rest of those
vomitous vermin.
(sotto to Greasepit)
Whilst I take full credit for their
capture with the High Chairman. (evil laugh)
ANGLE - ON RIMFIRE AND OFFICERS - WITH
LIMBURGER IN BG
As the helpless Rimfire is dragged off
(TOWARD CAMERA) by the Officers.
CUT TO:
EXT. QUIGLEY FIELD SCOREBOARD - DAY
PUSH IN as we hear:
STOKER (VO)
Don't sweat it, Modo my mouse.
INT. SCOREBOARD HIDEOUT - ON CHARLEY
Mask on, WELDING a part on the Plutarkian
ship's engine, as a worried Modo stands near her. WIDEN SHOT to see an unhappy
Vinnie and Throttle looking dubiously at Stoker, who seems oblivious as he
cocks a LASER sidearm.
STOKER
We'll get Rimfire back from those
Gill-faces.
(gun goes off, accidentally blasting a
window)
Oops! Guns gettin' old.
VINNIE
(muttering)
*
Yeah, right. Like lotsa other things.
(turns to Charley
You 'bout finished?
ANGLE - CHARLEY
She puts down the welding torch.
CHARLEY
I'm gonna need more tools from the garage
before you can risk flyin' this crate.
Stoker ENTERS FRAME.
STOKER
How about I ride you over, pretty lady?
Vinnie ROLLS IN on his bike.
VINNIE
(irritably)
She's already got her ride. Hop on,
sweetheart.
Charley does and puts on her helmet.
ANGLE - THROTTLE AND MODO
As they settle on their bikes.
MODO
I'm goin' too. All this worryin and doin'
nothin's makin' me crazy.
THROTTLE
Right behind you. Stoke, why don't you
stay here and, uh... guard the ship?
ON STOKER
He gets the hint.
STOKER
Hey, I...
(looks at smoking gun and broken window)
Okay, well, I'll just hang here... Catch
ya later.
WIDEN SHOT so we see Vinnie with Charley.
Stoker takes off his vest and offers it to Charley.
STOKER
Here, beautiful. Gettin' kinda chilly.
CLOSER - CHARLEY AND STOKER
As she puts on the vest, she notices the
medallion on it.
CHARLEY
Thanks, Stoker... Hey, what's this?
CLOSE - MEDALLION
It shows a bike leaping over a huge crater.
STOKER (VO)
(proudly)
Won it for the 12 mile crater leap, back
in...
BACK TO CHARLEY, STOKER AND OTHER BIKER
MICE
VINNIE
(interrupting, impatient)
Let's boogie.
The Biker Mice and Charley ZOOM off,
leaving Stoker behind.
CLOSE - STOKER
He watches the Mice leave, shaking his
head.
STOKER
(sighs quietly)
But those were better days.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET NEAR STADIUM - WITH QUIGLEY
FIELD IN BG
We see the Biker Mice and Charley MOVING
TOWARD CAMERA.
VINNIE
(angrily)
Come on, Modo! Open yer eyes! The guy's a
total washout!
MODO
(resentfully)
Hey, maybe Stoker is revvin' a little
slower these days... but just remember, he's th' one who got you off o'
trainin' wheels!
THROTTLE
Bros, we all know Stoker was the best... but
I guess he's slippin' some.
VINNIE
It's thanks to him the stinkfishes got
Rimfire.
ON VINNIE AND CHARLEY
CHARLEY
Time catches up to everybody, y'big lug...
even macho mice.
CLOSE - CHARLEY
We see the vest and the medallion.
CHARLEY
But just 'cause someone's not in their
fighting prime doesn't mean they're disposable.
**
OTS BIKER MICE AND CHARLEY - ON GIANT
TRASH TRUCK (S/A "GARBAGE WARS")
Bristling with weaponry, the truck ROARS
IN FRONT of the Biker Mice, blocking the street. The Mice SCREECH to a stop. We
see Greasepit leaning out of the cab, with the scanner.
GREASEPIT
But voimin caught in a mouse trap are!
(laugh)
A BEAT as another GIANT TRASH TRUCK MOVES
IN from behind the Mice (FOREGROUND) to block their retreat,
HIGH ANGLE - DOWN SHOT
We see the Mice are trapped from front and
back and there are a bunch of Goons on either side, armed with Laser RIFLES. As
the Goons aim their weapons, we...
FADE OUT:
END OF ACT TWOACT THREE
FADE IN:
EXT. STREET NEAR STADIUM - QUIGLEY FIELD
IN BG CONTINUOUS
As before, the Mice and Charley are
surrounded by Greasepit and his Goons.
VINNIE
Look, bros, escapees from the simian cell
block.
Suddenly, the Goons FIRE their weapons.
DRAMATIC ANGLE - BIKER MICE/CHARLEY
They WHEELIE-JET and POWERSLIDE O.S., just
as LASER BLASTS tear up the street where they were!
ANGLE - GREASEPIT IN CAB OF TRUCK
He's looking at the scanner, then looking
around.
GREASEPIT
(counting)
One, two, three... Hey, where's dat old
muskrat? Da beeps say he's right here.
Greasepit FIRES his sidearm at the Mice.
HIGH ANGLE - DOWN SHOT - BIKER MICE
We see the other garbage truck BLASTING
away at the Mice, who are dodging and weaving to evade the Goons' RIFLE FIRE.
THROTTLE
Grapnel Smash Attack 31, bros!
THE BACK OF THEIR BIKES
We see three GRAPNELS WHOOSH out from the
rear of their bikes TOWARD CAMERA.
ANGLE - GARBAGE TRUCK (NOT GREASEPIT'S)
It's BLASTING LASERS TOWARD CAMERA as the
grapnels WHOOSH IN (from FOREGROUND) and THUMP into the garbage truck. The Goon
driver REACTS.
HIGH ANGLE - DOWN SHOT - ON BIKER MICE
As they ROAR their bikes forward toward
Greasepit's garbage truck, zig-zagging to evade the LASER BLASTS from all
sides. The grapnel cables tug the other truck toward Greasepit's.
OTS - BIKER MICE - MOVING TOWARD
GREASEPIT'S TRUCK
Greasepit's truck weapons are BLASTING
LASERS at the Mice, who are ZOOMING toward it. The towed truck is likewise
firing at the Mice. At the last minute, the Biker Mice FIRE THEIR JETS and ROAR
OVER Greasepit's truck... releasing their cables. Greasepit and the other
truckers dive out of their trucks and REACT as the towed trash truck SLAMS
right into his with a LOUD CRASH!
GREASEPIT/GOON
Yiiiiiii!!!
LOW ANGLE - OTHER SIDE OF TRUCK
The Biker Mice land with a SMOKING SCREECH
of tires as Greasepit comes flying into scene. He lands near the Mice, his
scanner flying to the ground.
GREASEPIT
Oof!
OTS SOME SIDELINE GOONS - ON THE BIKER
MICE
The Goons are BLASTING with LASER RIFLES,
hiding behind trash cans, as the Mice BLAST at them with bike weapons. The
trash cans EXPLODE away as the remaining Goons run off.
GOONS
(yells)
VINNIE
Scum on the run! Aooo....!
Suddenly:
STOKER (VO)
...ooowwww!
The Biker Mice wheel around to see:
THEIR POV - ON TOP OF GREASEPIT'S TRUCK
As Stoker (riding Rimfire's bike), comes
FLYING up (in wheelie position) over Greasepit's truck.
*
(dialogue ommitted)
Stoker's rear wheel hits the edge of the
truck and the bike goes out of control TOWARD CAMERA.
STOKER
Oops....!!
DRAMATIC ANGLE - BIKER MICE
They REACT as Stoker's bike FLIES IN and
knocks theirs over with a THUMP. Stoker flies O.S.
VINNIE/MODO/THROTTLE/CHARLEY
Oofs!/Not again!/Oofs!/Oofs!
ANGLE - STOKER
He CRASHES against a lamp post, hard,
knocking himself out.
STOKER
(groans and passes out)
ANGLE THE FALLEN GREASEPIT
In the chaos, he scrambles to his feet and
takes off running.
GREASEPIT
Feet don't fails me now! Yaaah!
LOW ANGLE - SPRAWLED VINNIE AND CHARLEY
Vinnie looks over to the sprawled Charley.
VINNIE
You okay, sweetheart?
CHARLEY
(groaning)
As okay as any uninsured girl can be
around you Mice. How's Stoke... huh?
She REACTS to a BEEPING SOUND from the
fallen scanner nearby.
CLOSER - CHARLEY
As she picks up the scanner, it BEEPS
LOUDER when it gets near the medallion on Stoker's vest.
CHARLEY
There's a bug in this medallion! That's
how they've been tracking Stoker.
WIDEN SHOT to see Vinnie and the other
Mice, struggling to their feet. Vinnie angrily KICKS a garbage can.
VINNIE
That tears it! First he gets Rimfire
caught an' now he lets Lard-Butt get away!
OTS VINNIE - ON THROTTLE AND MODO
They nod sadly.
THROTTLE/MODO
(sad, quiet)
Yeah... uhm hum.
VINNIE
*
The guy' so over the hill, he'd have to
drive up for miles just to reach bottom!
They REACT to something behind Vinnie.
Vinnie turns.
STOKER (VO)
(groan)
ON STOKER
He's conscious, sitting up against the
lamp post, listening to every word. Throttle and Modo ENTER FRAME.
MODO
Uh, Vinnie didn't mean it, Stoke.
STOKER
(quietly)
Naw. The punk's got me pegged right. So
did Command Center. (slight groan)
OTS STOKER - ON MICE AND CHARLEY
He touches a lump on his head as the other
Mice and Charley gather around.
VINNIE
Whaddya mean?
CLOSE - STOKER
He winces with pain at the memory.
STOKER
*
They said I couldn't cut it anymore.
RIPPLE DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. SANDY SURFACE OF MARS - FLASHBACK
We see Rimfire and several FREEDOM FIGHTER
MICE [S/A Freedom Fighters BM #20 & 21] on their bikes as they ZOOM across
the sand with Stoker in the lead.
STOKER (VO)
I wanted t' show 'em they were wrong. So I
took Rimfire and some young recruits on a little unauthorized 'R and R': a
search-and-destroy mission...
ANGLE - STOKER
As SLOBBER THE MUTT and some SAND RAIDERS
(S/A BM #19), hiding beneath the sand, pop up to jump him. He BLASTS at them,
missing, as they pile onto him... knocking him off his bike.
STOKER (VO)
*
But Slobber the Mutt and his Sand Raiders
nailed me and would've gotten the others, too...
ON RIMFIRE AND OTHER FREEDOM FIGHTERS
Rimfire gymnastically tumbles in, smashes
a couple of SAND RAIDERS with his arm as he BACKFLIPS and BLASTS a few more,
then leads the other Freedom Fighters O.S.
STOKER (VO)
*
...if Rimfire hadn't led their escape.
CLOSE ON UNCONSCIOUS STOKER
Held by the collar by Slobber.
MATCH RIPPLE DISSOLVE BACK TO:
CLOSE - STOKER
Touching the lump on his head. Charley
LEANS IN to look at the bump.
STOKER
(slight groan)
Nearly got everyone sucking canal water
that time... just 'cause I don't know when to call it quits.
Stoker takes the medallion from
'Charley's' vest and looks at it sadly.
CHARLEY
Easy, Stoker. That's a nasty lump.
STOKER
*
Don't worry 'bout me. Go spring Rimfire.
WIDEN SHOT to see Modo, Throttle and
Vinnie, looking determined.
MODO
Sure you don't want to come along?
CLOSER - STOKER AND THROTTLE
STOKER
Nah, I'm done kiddin' myself. I'd only
slow you down. Whip tail, citizens!
THROTTLE
Borrow this?
Throttle takes the medallion from Stoker
and puts it on his own vest.
WIDE - STREET
As the Biker Mice ZOOM off.
THROTTLE
Let's rock...
BIKER MICE
...and RIDE!
They disappear down the street.
ANGLE - CHARLEY AND STOKER
Stoker watches the Mice depart as Charley
hands him his vest.
CHARLEY
Here, Stoker.
STOKER
You keep it. My biker days are history.
CLOSER - CHARLEY AND STOKER
CHARLEY
*
Y'know, you may be a step or two slower
than you used to be, but I know you still have just as much to contribute...
Stoker looks at her curiously.
WIPE TO:
EXT. CLAMPOO FACTORY - DAY
PUSH IN on the factory next to Limburger
Tower, where we see the Plutarkian Gunship parked in back.
OFFICER 2 (V.O.)
Yes, yes, Limburger, your operation is
most... (beat) impressive...
INT. FACTORY
PUSH IN on Limburger showing off the
bottling line as the two Officers look on, bored. The chained Rimfire is next
to them. Karbunkle stands nearby.
OFFICER 2
(yawning)
...But your men should have returned with
our prisoner by now.
Officer 2, clearly bored, impatiently
checks his watch.
LIMBURGER
Rest assured, gentlemen, my sterling staff
of seasoned professionals have the matter well in...
GREASEPIT (VO)
Yaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!
Suddenly, Greasepit SLIDES IN on his own
grease, knocking Limburger O.S. with a CRASH!
LIMBURGER/GREASEPIT
Oof!
ON GREASEPIT
Sprawled on top of the flattened
Limburger.
LIMBURGER
(weary groan)
GREASEPIT
Uh... sorry, boss. Er, would dis be a bad
time ta tell ya da rodents sorta excaped?
ON THE PLUTARKIANS
They REACT, holding up nasty looking LASER
BLASTERS. Officer 2 holds up another scanner.
OFFICER 1
(growls)
Our patience with your famed incompetence
has ended, Limburger. We'll capture the prisoner ourselves.
LIMBURGER
(indignant)
Famed incompetence? I protest...
The scanner BEEPS FAINTLY...then LOUDER.
OFFICER 2
The scanner! Odd!
CLOSE - SCANNER
We see the BEEPING dot moving closer, and
BEEPING LOUDER.
LIMBURGER
...One unpredictable misfortune after
another...
OFFICER 2 (VO)
He must be close by...
LIMBURGER AND OFFICE 2
LIMBURGER
...No fault of my own...
OFFICER 2
Very close by.
OTS PLUTARKIANS, GOONS, GREASEPIT - ON
FACTORY DOORS
They stand a few feet from the factory
doors, their weapons pointing toward the doors as the BEEPING gets LOUDER.
Suddenly, Throttle's bike CRASHES through the doors. The Plutarkians' LASER
WEAPONS BLAST toward it... but Throttle's not on it. The bike veers O.S. as
Throttle (wearing Stoker's medallion) suddenly swings in by his tail from the
upper part of the open doorway.
His flailing feet kick the weapons from
the Plutarkians' hands as he SWINGS PAST CAMERA.
OFFICERS 1 & 2
Oof!
THROTTLE
This close enough for ya, barnacle butt?
LIMBURGER
(smugly gestures)
Case in point...
ANGLE - THROTTLE'S BIKE - MOVING
As Throttle FLIES IN and lands on it with
a THUMP, we see Modo and Vinnie CRASH through the factory walls on their bikes.
The bike weapons are BLASTING.
VINNIE
Aoooowww! Tail-fin whippin' time!
ON LIMBURGER, KARBUNKLE AND RIMFIRE
Limburger points O.S. as Karbunkle BLASTS
O.S. with a nasty looking LASER RIFLE.
LIMBURGER
Squelch those scurrilous squirrels!
Modo ZOOMS THROUGH SHOT and SHOOTS the
chains off his nephew. The freed Rimfire SMASHES Karbunkle O.S., then jumps
onto the back of Modo's bike.
KARBUNKLE
Aack!
MODO
Hop on!
OTS THROTTLE AND VINNIE - ON GOONS
Goons are shooting downward from a catwalk
as Throttle and Vinnie FIRE LASER BLASTS that DEMOLISH one end of the catwalk.
The end of the catwalk SWINGS DOWN, CRASHING into the wall and sending the
goons FLYING into some open cartons on a conveyor belt, which are then sealed
by the machinery.
GOONS
Yeow! Oof!
ON THE PLUTARKIAN OFFICERS
Scrambling to their feet. Officer 2
punches some buttons on his scanner.
OFFICER 2
*
Auto-attack!
ANGLE ON THE MICE
Riding three abreast, BLASTING at some
Goons. Suddenly there's a LOUD EXPLOSION as LASER FIRE ZAPS in from behind our
Biker Mice. They whirl TOWARD CAMERA.
THEIR POV - ON PLUTARKIAN GUNSHIP
The Gunship has BLASTED a still smoking
hole in the wall. It sails into the factory on its own power, TAKING THE WHOLE
WALL with it! The gunship HEADS TOWARD CAMERA with its LASER CANNONS AIMED!
DRAMATIC ANGLE - THROTTLE AND MODO
Eyes wide, as the Gunship THUNDERS right
toward them.
MODO
Oh Mama!
ON THE GUNSHIP
It sends its YELLOW TRACTOR BEAM toward
the two Plutarkian Officers, who are immediately SUCKED INTO THE SHIP through
the docking bay.
ON THE BIKER MICE
As they start to WHEELIE.
THROTTLE
Mega-Laser Defense Number 42!
STOKER (VO)
NOOO!!!
ANGLE ON STOKER
ZOOMING IN on Rimfire's bike.
INT. GUNSHIP ON THE OFFICERS AT SHIP
CONTROLS
The Officers REACT as Stoker appears on
their grid/targeting sight vidscreen.
OFFICER 1
Get him!
INT. FACTORY - ON STOKER AND GUNSHIP
The LASER CANNONS swivel to aim at Stoker.
He dodges a CANNON BLAST as he yells.
STOKER
(yells to the Mice)
They've got Reflectant Shields! It'll
bounce the lasers right back at ya! Cannon Grapnel Maneuver Six!
THE BIKER MICE
Look at each other for a surprised beat,
then:
THROTTLE
You heard the mouse!
They ZOOM their bikes around so the rears
FACE CAMERA. With a WHOOSH, the three GRAPNELS FIRE TOWARD CAMERA.
DRAMATIC ANGLE - GUNSHIP AND STOKER
The Cannons BLAST Stoker's bike out from
under him. He goes FLYING, and uses his tail to wrap around a vertical bar just
as the three grapnels WHOOSH IN and hook the cannon barrels.
STOKER
Whoah!!
OTS GUNSHIP CANNONS - ON BIKER MICE
REVVING their engines. The EXHAUSTS FLARE
and they do a WHEELIE as they ZOOM ahead. With a SOUND OF WRENCHING METAL, the
cannons are RIPPED from the gunship!
ANGLE - HOLE IN THE GUNSHIP
We see the startled Plutarkians looking
out of the jagged hole in their ship. They dive O.S. (back into the ship) as
the Biker Mice ZOOM INTO SHOT (from FG), bike weapons BLASTING the ship.
VINNIE
(yells over his shoulder)
Good call, coach!
ON STOKER - HANGING FROM THE GIRDER BY HIS
TAIL
He calls out, cupping his hands around his
mouth.
STOKER
(yells)
Nice execution, punk. Throttle, Back
Attack 24!
ON THROTTLE - RIDING THROUGH FRAME
Throttle, without looking, twirls his
sidearms like six shooters, and FIRES his sidearm over his shoulder.
DRAMATIC UP ANGLE - GREASEPIT
He's driving a forklift, barreling toward
Throttle from behind, when Throttle's BLAST BLOWS OFF the steering wheel! The
forklift goes VEERING OFF, turning over and CRASHING into a wall, as Greasepit
bails.
GREASEPIT
Yaaah! Oof!
ON STOKER
He drops from the girder and lands on his
feet. He punches his fist in the air triumphantly.
STOKER
Right ON! Modo, Rimfire! The other way!
Cannonball 10!
ON MODO/RIMFIRE - ON MODO'S BIKE
They are riding back-to-back, FIRING at
goons fore and aft. They REACT to Stoker.
MODO/RIMFIRE
Check!
Modo SQUEALS into a 180 turn, then the duo
LEAP up off their bike and into a ball.
ON TWO GOONS FIRING FROM A HIGH PERCH
As the Modo/Rimfire cannonballs FLY IN,
grab onto two chains hanging from the ceiling, and KICK the goons from their
perch. The goons go SAILING OFF.
GOONS
Oof! Yaaaaah!
ON STOKER
Vinnie BARRELS THROUGH FRAME, grabbing
Stoker onto the back of his bike, as a LASER BLAST EXPLODES where Stoker was.
TRACK WITH THEM, as:
VINNIE
Thought you were sittin' this out, teach!
STOKER
Just callin' plays! You mud puppies can do
the dirty work!
(yells up to O.S.)
Cheese Dip 14!
ON MODO AND RIMFIRE ON THE CHAINS
PAN WITH Modo and Rimfire, as they swing
onto two more chains, which are connected by pulleys to a huge hanging vat of
Clam-Poo. As their chains descend, the giant vat TIPS, SPILLING its entire
clammy contents over the Plutarkian gunship with a GLUBBETY-GLUB.
CLOSE ON THE GUNSHIP
As the gunship fills with Clam-Poo, the
two Plutarkian Officers appear like zombies at the jagged opening.
OFFICERS 1 & 2
*
We obey...
As Stoker and Vinnie ZOOM INTO FRAME:
STOKER
(yells to Officers)
Good! Now, act like good little Plutarkian
piranhas and gnash Limburger!
The Officers man the controls.
OFFICERS
We obey!
ON LIMBURGER AND KARBUNKLE
Watching from the sidelines.
LIMBURGER
(depressed)
*
Another pathetic ending, eh, Karbunkle?
KARBUNKLE
Perhaps another day, your pestilential
plenitude.
(looks O.S., eyes widen)
But for today head for the hills!
WIDER
Limburger and Karbunkle TAKE OFF RUNNING
as the Plutarkian gunship heads across the factory right for them.
LIMBURGER/KARBUNKLE
Yaaaaaaah!
As they run between two huge Clam-Poo
vats, the gunship, in hot pursuit, PLOWS into the vats with a KEE-RAAAAAAAAASH!
TEARING OF METAL (SFX). Clam-Poo SPILLS OUT and FLOWS everywhere. The gunship
SPARKS and SIZZLES.
ANGLE - VINNIE AND STOKER
They both REACT, fists in the air.
STOKER/VINNIE
Aaaaoooowwww!!
ANGLE - SHAMPOO MAKER CONTROLS
EXPLODING with FLYING SPARKS. We see a
temperature control go to RED!
HIGH ANGLE - DOWN SHOT
Limburger and Karbunkle are SLIPPING and
SLIDING in the spilled goop, trying to get out of the building as the Clam-Poo
BUBBLES and BOILS around them.
KARBUNKLE
(sputter)
The vats are overheating! They're going to
blow!
EXT. FRONT OF FACTORY - DAY
The 3 bikes ZOOM out of the smoking
factory and PAST CAMERA. A BEAT and the factory EXPLODES with a B L A A A A A A
M!!!!
DRAMATIC ANGLE - LIMBURGER TOWER AND
FACTORY
The EXPLODING factory building BLOWS UP
and INTO THE AIR.
STEPS OF LIMBURGER TOWER
Dazed and confused, Limburger and
Karbunkle stumble up the steps toward the entrance. Their clothes are half
ripped off from the blast. Their faces are black from the smoke, hair shocked
straight up. Limburger's shorts can be seen through big holes in his pants but
he doesn't notice.
LIMBURGER
Ah, be it ever so humble, there's...
WIDE ANGLE - LIMBURGER TOWER AND SKY
The Factory ARCS DOWNWARD toward the Tower
and HITS the base of the building. The Tower wobbles forward.
ON LIMBURGER AND KARBUNKLE
As the teetering Tower's shadow falls over
them.
LIMBURGER
(looking up)
...No place... like.....
LIMBURGER AND KARBUNKLE IN FRONT OF
LIMBURGER TOWER
As The Tower falls forward --
LIMBURGER
(resigned sigh, too pooped to panic)
...Oh, dear.
WIDE SHOT shows the Tower CRASHING to the
street.
WIPE TO:
EXT. QUIGLEY FIELD SCOREBOARD - NIGHT
PUSH IN as we see the scoreboard open up a
hinged door (large enough to let a Plutarkian ship out.)
INT. SCOREBOARD - ON CHARLEY, STOKER AND
THE MICE
Near the repaired ship. Stoker's about to
go up the ramp into the ship. PULL BACK to see Vinnie, Throttle, Modo and
Charley gathered around Stoker and Rimfire, who stand at the base of the ramp.
Modo and Rimfire hug, then Rimfire starts up the ramp.
MODO
(fondly)
Ride free, nephew.
RIMFIRE
Command Center's waiting, Stoke.
*
(action ommitted)
*
(dialogue omitted)
*
CLOSE ON VINNIE AND STOKER
STOKER
Ciao, punk... uh, Vincent. You're one
baaad motorjammer.
VINNIE
Thanks, Coach. You should be proud t've
donated the clay from which I molded this warrior work of art.
Vinnie sticks out his hand. Stoker goes to
shake it and doesn't.
STOKER
The privilege was overwhelming... but
don't forget...
Stoker suddenly grabs Vin's arm.
STOKER
The badder you are...
Stoker turns and FLIPS Vinnie over his
shoulder!
STOKER
...The harder you fall!
VINNIE
Foul play! I love it! (laughs)
From the floor, Vinnie KICKS out Stoker's
feet, TRIPPING him. As they start to TUSSLE, rolling on the ground, Rimfire,
Throttle and Modo happily LEAP into the fray, WRESTLING and POUNDING each
other.
MODO/THROTTLE/RIMFIRE
Biker Brawl!!!
BIKER MICE/STOKER/RIMFIRE
(grunts, oofs, laughs)
[NOTE: for approximately 15 seconds]
ON CHARLEY
As the ball of tussling mice ROLLS THROUGH
FRAME past Charley:
CHARLEY
(dryly)
I just love these sentimental goodbyes.
As the brawl ROLLS BACK THROUGH FRAME the
other way, Charley sits resignedly.
CHARLEY
(sighs)
I need a life.
FADE OUT
END OF ACT THREE
