BIKER MICE FROM MARS
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.
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.
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.
Stay cool, bros.
Yeah! This could be our big chance!
WIDEN to REVEAL Charley RUNNING UP to them, dragging Carbine.
(as she stops by the Mice)
You've got to let them loose! They can stop it!
Impossible! No one can stop an asteroid that size!
We can try.
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.
Besides, we're heroes!
CLOSER ON THROTTLE AND CARBINE
As he looks into her eyes with grim sincerity.
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.
You better not.
BLAM! She shoots their chains away.
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.
Save our tails, hotstuff.
Wooooo! Hotstuff, eh? (etc)
Throttle STRAIGHTENS, still blushing but radiating studliness.
(to Vinnie and Modo)
Aw, stuff it yourselves, you two!
BLAM! He uses Carbine's pistol to blast the bikes free.
And saddle up!
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!
Helmets on space mode, bros! No air at th' top o' Mons Olympus!
Aaaow! The jump I always been dyin' ta make!
Interestin' choice of words, bro! Gonna take everything these bikes
have got ta keep from dyin'!
An' maybe even more! Light yer fires,
The Biker Mice FIRE their rockets and STREAK up the ever- increasing slope.
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!
We got the right stuff--
To boldly go where no mouse has gone before!
FAST SHOT -- CHARLEY AND CARBINE
Watching with amazement from below.
That's my guys.
SPACE -- THE ICE ASTEROID
Filling the screen now, with the Biker Mice still rocketing toward it.
We gotta crack this cube, bros!
He POINTS at a visible crack running over the surface of the asteroid.
Hit that split!
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--
Shock that rock, bros!
Aaaow! Biker banzai!
KRACKASHAKKOW! The ice asteroid suddenly SHATTERS, exploding around them in hunks of ice which STREAK UP PAST CAM as the Biker Mice DODGE --
Yow! Hail, hail, the gang's all here!
The Biker Mice WRENCH their bikes around in space and begin heading back toward Mars, falling with the ice chunks --
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.
Speakin' o' warm-ups...
Aaoow! It's gettin' hot!
CLOSER ON THE MICE
Throttle SWINGS OVER behind an ice chunk.
Hitch yer hawg to a hunk o' cool, bros!
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.
I can't believe it!
They did it!
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.
All in a day's work.
Thank you, thank you... no autographs, please...
(rolling her eyes)
CLOSER ON CARBINE AND THROTTLE
How's that for a show o' good intentions, Carbine?
Forgive our earlier actions, Throttle. Our suspicions were unfounded.
(extends a hand)
You've saved our lives.
Throttle takes her hand gently.
Aw, Carbine... hunh?
They both REACT as a SPLASH of water LANDS on their clasped hands.
Charley reacts, looking skyward.
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!
Reacting in stunned wonder as rain beats down on them.
Rain! You've brought water back to Mars!
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.
Ahem. Job's not finished yet.
Yeah! Limburger's still stinkin' around out there.
And Earth's still in danger as long as that cheeseball is free!
WIDEN to INCLUDE Throttle, who has broken the clinch reluctantly.
Yer right, bros. 'Sides -- we got a score ta settle.
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.
I'll be back. Someday.
He ROARS away. Carbine looks after him, through the drenching rain.
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.
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!
(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 --
The Biker Mice come BLASTING UP over it in high, rocket-assisted jumps --
DRAMATIC ANGLE ON LIMBURGER
CRASH! The Biker Mice SMASH DOWN onto Limburger and Co. Vinnie begins
WRESTLING Karbunkle for the Transport control.
NOOOOO! GET US OUT OF HERE!
(struggling with Vinnie)
I'm trying, your Cheesy Ripeness!
Gimme that, ya vivisectin' viper!
(clutching it to his chest)
Throttle reaches down and GRABS Limburger by the tie.
Hey there, Stinkface! We just dropped in ta discuss that tape ya made.
To which tape are you referring, you miserable rodent?
Th' one ya faked, makin' it look like we worked for ya. The one ya
beamed to Mars.
CLOSER ON LIMBURGER
I never --!
Intriguing idea though...
Well, if you didn't do it, who did?
Yeah! Who would want ta get rid of both the Big Cheese and us at th'
THROTTLE AND LIMBURGER
Both reacting. They look at each other, each with the same thought.
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.
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
Then they REACT as they hear:
(insane, maniac laughter)
THEIR POV -- THE FAR END OF THE LAB
Brie is there, laughing, flanked by Number One and his Rangers.
Wight! It was I, Napoweon Bwie, who awwanged fow yow wude weception
(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
ON THE BIKER MICE, CHARLEY, LIMBURGER, GREASEPIT, KARBUNKLE
As they REACT --
END ACT ONE
INT. KARBUNKLE'S LAB -- AS BEFORE
The Biker Mice, Charley, Limburger, Greasepit, and Karbunkle reacting to Brie's Rangers getting ready to blast them.
Man, isn't anyone ever pleased ta see us?
Well, ya know how bad wet fur smells...
Ya take off ta Mars for a few days, and look what happens... aliens
take over yer town.
He JERKS himself out of the pile quickly, holding up a hand in a businesslike manner.
Oh, now, come come, my fine fellow fish! Such extreme methods are
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
Seeming to consider the offer.
Possibwy... possibwy... but pewmit me to pwesent a countewpwposal.
BLA-BOOOM! Number One OPENS FIRE with a bazooka. So do the rest of the Dune Rangers. BLAMMABOOM!
ON THE BIKER MICE AND CHARLEY
Reacting, zipping to one side as explosions BLAST around them. Limburger, Karbunkle and Greasepit DIVE behind lab tables.
A bit unstable, isn't he?
Looks like negotiations have broken down big time.
What we need is some room ta make a few points of our own!
They BLAST from the lab, right out through a wall. Explosions FOLLOW.
Behind a lab desk, he REACTS to the vanishing Mice.
Quickly! Follow those rodents!
Duh -- why?
They both DUCK as a missile EXPLODES just beside them.
(solicitously and pseudo-cool)
That is why. Those mice will clear a path, and we'll follow them to
Now move, you demented dripping dolt!
Greasepit LEAPS onto the Grungemobile as Limburger JUMPS into the sidecar (where the Asteroid Attractor still is.) Greasepit ROARS the Grungemobile after the Mice --
Wait, your Glorious Glutinosity!
He LEAPS for the Grungemobile, but Limburger pushes him away.
Dreadfully sorry, Karbunkle, but at the moment, it's every man, or
whatever you are, for him self.
As explosions HAMMER behind them, he and Greasepit BLAST AWAY after the Biker Mice.
He SCREAMS with maniacal fury.
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.
Whoa! This guy's got terrible taste!
(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.
I don't know which is worse -- those rodents' ravages or Brie's interior
Dem Biker Mice is gettin' way ahead of us, boss! We ain't fast enough!
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.
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 --
Oof! Good plan, Charlene!
He REACTS backward as the Biker Mice SMASH through another wall.
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--
Aaaow! Th' only way ta fly!
Ride the wild wind, bros!
-- 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 --
And SLAM to the Plaza in an ungainly, tooth-rattling landing.
ON THE BIKER MICE
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.
We will, Vincent --
BLAMMA BLAMMA BLAM! Explosions begin HAMMERING UP from the concrete around them --
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.
Yeah! Don't want Charley girl caught in th' crossfire!
They REACT as Limburger and Greasepit ROAR BY, explosions HAMMERING after them.
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.
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.
Through the outer windows she can SEE the Biker Mice ROARING away, missiles and laser blasts still hammering their tails.
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
The Asteroid Attractor CRASHES over on top of her.
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.
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!
Karbunkle tries to bluster.
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.
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.
Er, your generosity is gratefully accepted, your Gallic Greatness.
Consider me your eternally faithful servant!
He SMILES with maniac satisfaction.
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.
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)
But my dear diligent dormice! What makes you suspect I even HAVE a
'Cause yer an underhanded slinkin' Plutarkian scumbag, that's why.
An' cause if ya don't, we're gonna hafta BLAST our way in to your
building through enemy fire!
With you as a shield!
Limburger gulps and sighs.
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.
A direct route from my office, you see, carefully installed in case
of unnatural disasters..
(he makes a face)
Such as yourselves.
Not bad, cheesebreath.
I thought it rather clever myself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll
just be toddling along...
Oh no ya don't, eel-skin!
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.
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.
Oh, mama. It's so dark I can't even see my hand in front o' my face!
Mmmph! That's 'cause it's in front o' MY face, Modo!
Hey! Offa my tail!
Owch! Watch where you're going, imbecile!
Oh yeah?! Watch this, cheesebreath!
Oops... heh heh... Sorry bro...
Man! Ya'd think ol' curdbutt coulda installed some windows or somethin'!
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 --
Yow! Blinded by the light!
Hey, the situation's lookin' brighter already! Now we can look fer
Throttle peers over the top of his shades and REACTS.
Uh, actually, I think this light's part of a serious black cloud,
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.
Heh, heh... ewwww!
I have been so wooking fowad to your awival!
I took the wiberty of bwinging in some of youw old fwiends fow a wovewy
PAN OVER to REVEAL three imported SUPER-VILLAINS: LECTROMAG, TUNNEL RATT, and the X-TERMINATOR.
Lllong timmmme nnnno see!
I am bahk.
ON THE BIKER MICE AND LIMBURGER
Looks like quite a party, bros.
Man, you got a lot of enemies, Limburger.
(to the ceiling)
All I wanted to do was destroy the Earth... was that so much to ask?
Brie STANDS commandingly and POINTS at the Mice and Limburger.
Have at it, my wengeful wenegades!
The villains MOVE FORWARD with evil purpose as the Biker Mice REACT
Maybe we shoulda stayed on Mars!
An' miss immediate annihilation? Never!
ON THE THREE SUPER VILLAINS
They move toward the mice, CHUCKLING EVILLY.
TUNNELL RATT, X-TERMINATOR, LECTROMAG
END ACT TWO
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
ON THE BIKER MICE AND LIMBURGER
Reacting to the scene.
What'll we do now, Throttle?
See Charley girl anywhere around?
Nope. Must be hidin' in another part o' the building.
Then ya know what ta do, bros --
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.
THE BIKER MICE
As Vinnie whips out his flares and Modo jacks out his arm cannon.
Fire up! Aaaow!
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.
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)
Time to make some... meece-holes!
He BASHES a Dune Buggy flying, and ROUNDHOUSE KICKS another Dune Ranger out of a second buggy.
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 --
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 --
Waaa! I can't see!
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 --
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 --
FAST SHOT -- OTHER DUNE RANGERS
Firing all weapons --
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.
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.
Backflips up to HANG by his tail from a chandelier and GRABS two Rangers right out their buggies, BANGING their helmets together.
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.
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.
Hmm. Sounds like the boys are back in town.
She starts to DRAG the Asteroid Attractor back out.
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.
Bwast! Owr diwect appowach is usewess! We must pwepare a secwet weapon!
Got any bright ideas, 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.
And weturn extwemewy wapidly!
Crawling behind a cabinet, trying to stay out of the way.
Blast that Brie! He's insane! Excessive!
A Brie statuette THUDS down beside him. Limburger reacts in distaste, dropping the statuette into a wastebasket.
And absolutely tasteless.
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)
WIDEN to REVEAL Mumber One RUNNING toward her, laser trained. Charley REACTS, shoving the Asteroid Attractor back in the room, out of sight.
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.
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.
Not in THIS company. We got enough overhead as it is.
(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.
Looks like we cleaned house!
Yeah! Now t' can the REAL garbage!
But at that moment they REACT to:
Nnnnot yet, mmmmice!
Lectromag and X-Terminator RISE UP from the heap of wreckage by the throne. X-Terminator FLIPS OUT his massive gun.
Hasta la vista, rodents.
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.
Lectromag holds them suspended in the air, grinning unpleasantly.
Carrre for a little... mmmmouse-ssshoot?
X-Terminator AIMS his massive gun at the mice --
FAST SHOT -- THE MICE
Suspended in the air, they glance at each other.
When yer feelin' troubled --
An' ya don't know what ta do --
Just give a little whistle!
BIKER MICE (UNISON)
With a ROAR and a SMASH, the Bikes come CRASHING IN through a window behind Lectromag and X-Terminator, who REACT --
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.
I never get in on th' fun stuff.
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.
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.
Ya put us through a heap o' trouble, ya worthless wacko...
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 --
We SEE Number One STEP IN with Charley at laserpoint.
Not so fast, mice. See what I got here?
WIDEN to INCLUDE the Mice REACTING.
Heh heh... Hi guys! Sorry...
(sudden triumphant laughter)
My twump cawd is wevealwed! You are powerwess! Suwwender, wodents!
WIDEN as the Biker Mice reluctantly raise their hands.
And as fow my dear wival Wimburger...
Limburger STANDS abruptly, straightening his tie, composed even in defeat.
Yes, yes, I know. One moment.
CLOSER ON BRIE
Looking slightly surprised as Limburger strides up, very dignified. Limburger speaks to him confidentially.
(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.
Chicago and my Tower are yours. I admit defeat. Permit me to shake
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.
Eh? What's going on over there?
BACK ON LIMBURGER AND BRIE
Brie yanks his hand back suspiciously.
What are you up to, Wimburger?
Me? Not a thing. You're far too paranoid, my good Plutarkian.
Now then. I'll just pack a few things...
He heads for the door -- a crafty smile forming on his face.
Number One STEPS in front of Limburger, blocking his exit.
Hey. What was that all about?
My good man, is that any way to address a superior?
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!
In fact, he has appointed me to your position.
Oh yes, I'm afraid so, Number One. You are now, in fact...
Number One WHIRLS on the surprised Brie.
Why you backstabbing bigmouth bass!
BA-BOOOM! Number One FIRES his laser pistol and BLASTS Brie backward right through the throne --
He SMASHES against the wall, scorched and smoking.
ON THE BIKER MICE -- REACTING
Looks like dissention in the ranks.
(sniffing Plutarkian smoke)
Smells rank, anyway!
C'mon! Let's grab Charley!
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
FAST SHOT -- LIMBURGER
Now standing beside the dazed Brie and the smashed throne, holding the cringing Karbunkle by the collar.
Er... I hope you know, your Esteemed Cheesiness, that I was only pretending
to join Brie's side...
Shut up, you miasmatic moron.
And as for you, my dear Brie -- permit me to offer you some advice.
Never mess with Lawrence Limburger!
As Charley and Number One COME DOWN, Vinnie CATCHES Charley while Throttle BELTS Number One OS --
Welcome back, Charley girl!
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.
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.
Dang! That slippery salmon got away!
Man! Now what are we gonna do!?
Whatcha talkin' about, sweetheart?
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.
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.
Yet another expensive failure, and exhausting to boot. I feel quite
(presses intercom button)
Karbunkle! Fetch me some cool liquid refreshment at once... with lots
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
Er, I don't anticipate any problem with that request, my Imminently
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.
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.
Aaaow! What a day!
Savin' two planets--
An' puttin' the Big Cheese on ice.
For a while, anyway.
CLOSER ON THE MICE
The other two don't notice Throttle's somberness.
So who's for dogs and root beer?
Man, yer playin' MY song, bro!
Yow! Let's ROCK and RIDE!
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.
Our work here ain't finished, Carbine. But we'll be back someday.
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.
Ride free, Biker Mice. You... and freedom fighters everywhere... will
never be forgotten.
WIDE SHOT -- SPACE
Showing Mars and Earth and the swarm of ice asteroids finally moving away out of the solar system... and: