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"THE REEKING REIGN OF HEAD CHEESE"
Part Two
Written By: Eve Forward
Produced By: Tom Tataranowicz
Directed By: Tom Tataranowicz
Executive Producer: Rick Ungar
ANNOYING PLOT RECAP
Something is rotten in the state of Illinois. Well, actually, if you wanna be specific, it's rotten in Chicago, and its' name is Lawrence Limburger. In a desperate attempt to save his ass (and given the size of that thing, it's gonna take one Hell of an effort), Limburger has the mayor of Chicago kidnapped so he himself can take over the office (which he very promptly does). Without having to worry about heat from the law, Limburger starts digging up the city like crazy, starting with the local Diamond Mart (like Wal-Mart, only more expensive, I suppose).
Now you're probably saying, "Hey, aren't the Biker Mice trying to stop him?" Yeah, as a matter of fact, they are. The only problem is that when Limburger sent Greasepit and two goons with him to nab the mayor, he sent them dressed (not terribly convincingly) as the Biker Mice. Now our hirsute heroes not only have to find the mayor and stop whatever insidious plot Limburger's got up his sleeve, they also have to outwit Greasepit and his goons, who have taken over the role of the police. Of course, outwitting Greasepit is no more difficult than breathing, but' that's off the point…
While the mice are busy hunting the mayor, their human pal Charley does a little investigation of her own, posing as a temp secretary for "Mayor Limburger." She's found out, but not before she discovers that the REAL mayor is being held a scissor warehouse. She promptly reports this fact to the mice, and the four of them race to the scene. Unfortunately, someone's already beaten them there, namely Greasepit and his goons, who promptly grab Charley and holds her hostage.
EPISODE SYNOPSIS
The story opens back in the scissor warehouse. Obviously, the mice can't attack Greasepit so long as he's got his greasy hands on Charley. The odds are too great that she'd be hurt if they tried to save her, at least for the moment. The only way they're going to get anywhere in this situation is to try for a trade.
"All right, Greasepit, here's the deal," Throttle growls. "You let the lady go, and we'll surrender."
Greasepit agrees quickly enough; even he can see the sense in such an arrangement (and considering he's got the mental functions of a semi-retarded egg beater, that's something else). The Biker Mice in exchange for a pesky mechanic who only counts as a supporting character? All things considered, not a bad trade.
"I wouldn't trust that oil spill as far as I could flush him," Vinnie hisses angrily. Admitting defeat obviously isn't a concept he's comfortable with.
"Like we got a choice?" Throttle snaps back.
"You're catchin' on, bucktooth-brain," Greasepit purrs, smiling. "Youse don't. Cuff 'em!"
Quickly, the goons slap handcuffs on all three mice's wrists. They might accept what has to be done--that they have to surrender to get Charley out of their safety--but none of them looks too pleased to be shackled. Throttle and Vinnie jump back in shock, and Modo actually howls his rage.
"Okay, grease-gusher, you got us," Throttle hisses.
"Now let the girl go," Vinnie growls.
"NOW," Modo concludes in a voice barely above a snarl.
Let's take a time out. Let's say you're Greasepit. You've just captured the Biker Mice. You've got them handcuffed, and they're going to come with you willingly to what might be their deaths. Hell, you'll probably get a bonus in your pay envelope for getting it done so quickly! Wouldn't you just let Charley go and be done with it, to assure that nothing goes wrong? Of course you would. Any rational, thinking person would.
Then again, Greasepit is not rational, nor does he think.
"Hey, you know, I don't like yer attitude," the walking oil derrick says smugly. "I think I'll change my mouth--I mean, mind (does he have one to change?)! Boys!" he calls out to his goons. "Give the pretty lady a nice set of bracelets."
And so, Greasepit forges yet another link in what will be a very long chain of stupid mistakes. Naturally, the mice are none too happy about this.
"Well, seems his promise slipped right out of his greasy little mind, boys," Throttle says coolly. Odds are, he was expecting something like this the entire time.
"Looks like we'll have to remind him," Modo adds.
Throttle nods.
"Politely, of course. How about No-Hands Maneuver Number 5?"
"Aw, can't we do Number 3 instead?" Vinnie asks hopefully. "I look so cool in that one!"
"Number 5, Vincent," Throttle sighs. "NOW!"
Quickly, the mice charge at the goons. Even with their hands effectively tied, they're still a formidable force. And within seconds, all of the goons within a two-mile radius have been taken out, save for Greasepit, who has lost that smug expression.
Throttle once again warns Greasepit to release Charley, but he steadfastly refuses. When it becomes clear that there's no way the goon is going to cooperate, Throttle shouts, "Vinnie, now!", the signal for his bro to throw the flare he's been working out of his bandoleers for the last few seconds (it wouldn't have taken so long, except the cuffs were giving him trouble). The flare flies over Greasepit's head, which he interprets as a miss. He doesn't notice the flare burning apart a rope holding a large block and tackle in place until said block and tackle slams into him and throws him into a nearby wall.
Ouch.
Throttle tells Charley to get her short skirt-clad rear-end out of there pronto. At first, the mechanic balks, demanding that the mice come with her. Why stay with Greasepit out cold? They could escape!
"Hey listen, just cause Greasepit goes back on his word doesn't mean we do, babe," the leader of the mice replies. "He's still the law."
Whether or not his bros as quite so eager to keep their promise to slimy snake who'd just as soon shoot them as look at them is never brought up, but they don't protest, so they're at least willing to go along with the plan for the time being. The mice and the mechanic quickly go outside, where Charley is instructed to get their bikes to safety. She disappears just as Greasepit comes stumbling out of the warehouse and grabs hold of Throttle. But like I said, he came stumbling out, and trips, so he ends up grabbing Throttle's ankle.
"Tryin' to escape, huh?" he asks.
"Oh yeah, you're a real law-man, you are," Throttle mumbles.
In his new city-hall office (which looks really crappy compared to, say, the Mayor of New York City's office in "Spin City"), Limburger is relaxing and enjoying a slime worm snack. Why the Hell not? He's the Mayor, there's nothing better to do, and there aren't any interns around for him to amuse himself with (and that's the last intern joke for this episode summary. I promise).
"LIMBURGER!" a voice shouts from offscreen.
Limburger chokes, then quickly jumps from his seat. There before him on the Vid-Com, is High Chairman Camembert, his usual sunny self (this is sarcasm, in case you hadn't figured that one out on your own).
"What an unpleas--what a delightful surprise!" Limburger cries.
"Oh yes?" Camembert growls. "So where is the Traditional Plutarkian Greeting?"
Once again, Limburger sighs and performs the…whatever you wanna call it, then inquires as to the reason for Camembert's call.
"Just checking up, Limburger. After all, I shall be arriving tomorrow. You will have some serious strip-mining done by then, won't you?"
There's something more than a little ominous about the High Chairman's words, and Limburger isn't quite sure how to answer. He's Mayor, yeah, but other than his marginally successful attack on the Diamond-Mart, he hasn't gotten much done as of yet.
In an eleventh-hour save, the phone rings. Limburger scoops it up quickly, glad for any excuse to get out of his conversation with Camembert.
"What is it?" he hisses into the receiver.
"I got the mice, boss!" Greasepit chirps. "They're in jail! Hey, lemme tell ya--"
Limburger quickly cuts him off then turns back to Camembert, heartened by his minion's words. The new Mayor assures the High Chairman that there are no problems, and that he'll be able to deliver Chicago directly to his Stench Carrier. Camembert seems almost disappointed, but he warns Limburger fiercely that should he fail, there will be a great penalty to be paid.
With a strange combination of confidence and fear, Limburger summons Karbunkle, who pops out of the floor in a Transporter booth. They're going to have to get things underway if he's going to be able to fulfill his promise. Limburger inquires as to the status of "the digging machine," and Karbunkle replies that it--a large, cylindrical craft with a drill-bore mounted on the front--is almost complete.
"Then all I need is a driver," the fish concludes. "Someone experienced in burrowing underground."
"I anticipated just such a brainstorm from you," Karbunkle replies, "and I have your answer, your individually-wrapped slice-iness." He pulls a lever on the Transporter booth, which sparks and smokes into life. When the doors part, they reveal a very tall humanoid rat in what appears to be a souped-up mining cart.
"Behold! The Tunnel Rat!"
Limburger, who is apparently not well versed in biology, shouts, "Are you insane? Another mouse?"
The Tunnel Rat takes offense at this.
"Mouse?" he hisses (he kinda sounds like Ned from "South Park," the Vietnam War vet who has to use one of those things you press against your throat to speak), stepping out of his cart. He strolls over to one of the large marble columns inside the office, and easily plucks a large, suprisingly portable jackhammer from his back. He attacks the column fiercely, sending up a cloud of dust. When it parts, a statue of a mouse bearing a surprising resemblance to Throttle remains.
"That's a mouse," the Tunnel Rat explains before briskly knocking the head off with one swipe of his fist. "I'm a rat. I eat mice for breakfast."
Limburger smiles.
We zip quickly to a courtroom setting (John Grisham must have written this episode), where the Biker Mice find themselves accused of a mile-long list of false crimes. Frankly, I didn't know the justice system could work as fast as it does in this episode. They were caught last night, and by the next morning they're being tried (or possibly arraigned; I can't tell). One good thing about Limburger as Mayor: at least he makes the courts run on time.
Greasepit reads off his charges dramatically, gesturing emphatically all the while. I've tried to copy down his words below, but you have to hear him read it to really enjoy it.
"Uh, deese hee-nee-ous felons, your honor, done kidnapped the most honorable mayor, blew up your basic Diamond Mart, was trespassin'- McMallis a forethought on the local steel foundry, and--and uh …held up a toy store, and resisted arrest! Yeah, that's it! Put 'em away for life!"
Johnnie Cochran, step aside.
"Man," Throttle mumbles, "this guy's testimony is as dirty as he is."
"It's unfair," Vinnie pouts.
"And unfair makes me unhappy," Modo says, rising to his feet. "Stand aside."
"What're you gonna do, Big Fella?" Vinnie asks curiously.
Throttle jumps to his feet and reminds him quickly, "You're not a lawyer!"
"Naw," Modo agrees, "but I seen every single episode of LA Law three times!"
You can't argue with logic like that.
The gray-furred mouse approaches the bench, interrupting Greasepit's tirade with a cough and a polite, "Your honor, I have an objection!"
Surprised, the judge allows him to proceed.
"Your honor," Modo begins in the crisp, quick tones of practiced solicitor, "as it was clearly shown that the Diamond Mart was being demolished previous to our arrival, it clearly falls under the clause of postum intropicum--we weren't responsible."
The judge starts to object, but Modo cuts him off, continuing a suprisingly scholarly argument against the charges, never pausing to do more than catch a breath, let alone hear what the judge has to say.
"He got all this from TV?" Vinnie asks Throttle in disbelief.
"Yeah, too bad there's no commercial break," the older mouse mumbles.
Several hours later, apparently, Modo is still continuing his defense, despite the fact that the judge, Greasepit, and his bros have all fallen asleep. It's probably all for the best, as Modo's logic leaves something to be desired.
"And there's no way we couldn't have held up the alleged toy store in question--it would've been much too heavy!" the gray-furred mouse conclude finally. He slams his arm against the judge's bench, snapping him to consciousness, and proclaims, "I have concluded my defense!"
The judge proclaims it "brilliant testimony"--at least, he thinks it was--and sets the mice free, tossing them the keys to their handcuffs. He, in fact, encourages them to get going just as soon as possible, just as Charley dashes in, breathless.
"Guys, I came as fast as I could, but I'm still trying to find a lawyer--" she cries.
"L-lawyer?" the judge stammers, looking for all the world like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a semi. "No, no more lawyers! They are free to go! And as soon as possible!"
The mice quickly free themselves--Modo snaps his cuffs apart as easily as if they were string. It's a testament to their commitment to their word.
Greasepit, however, is thoroughly ticked. He decides that he'll simply arrest the mice again, but when he tries to catch the mice, they quickly use their own handcuffs to trap the greasy Goliath on the court's railing.
Once the four of them leave the courthouse, Charley informs the mice that Limburger appears to be building something just outside the city--something big. They haul ass to see just what's up just as Greasepit escapes, still clad in hand-cuffs and trailing part of the railing behind him.
"The Big Cheese ain't gonna like this," he mumbles.
When the Biker Mice and Charley reach the site of the construction, they see the fruit of Limburger's entire plan: a huge Digging Machine designed to burrow beneath the city using the stolen diamonds from the Diamond Mart to increase the drill bit's sharpness. As the machine bores beneath the city, all the dirt tossed aside will be sucked up and Transported immediately to a space-holding bin in low Earth orbit. As an added bonus, as the machine removes the soil beneath the city's huge skyscrapers, the buildings will collapse, leaving even more rubble Limburger can clean up and send home. Karbunkle declares they will be able to strip-mine the entire city in less than a day. It's a win-win situation!
Unless you happen to be one of the people living in Chicago. Then it sucks ass.
"Say farewell to Chicago, gentlemen," Limburger coos. "By this time tomorrow, the Windy City will be gone with the wind!"
Soon, the machine begins to warm up. The only real difficulty is that two important cords aren't quite long enough to reach one another. Unless they're connected, the machine won't work.
"I need something to join these power cables," Karbunkle mumbles. He looks over his shoulder, and smiles slightly at Fred the Mutant, who is all too eager to pitch in and do his part, just so long as it's painful.
"Pick me, pick me!" he begs, hopping from one foot to another.
"Oh, all right," Karbunkle says finally. "Just as a special treat."
Fred clasps the cables giddily as a surge of power approximately equal to the amount New York City uses in a year begins flowing through his body. He laughs insanely. Nothing like a man who loves his work.
Immediately, all the lights and dials before the Tunnel Rat light up.
"Ready to dig, Mr. Big," he says coolly.
"Do it," Limburger says firmly.
Suddenly, the Biker Mice burst through a nearby wall, being their usual heroic selves and informing Limburger that they're going to put a stop to his plan. Normally, Limburger would be totally outraged or scared out of his wits. But all safe in his huge Digging Machine, he feels free to gloat.
"You operate under a gross misconception. You see, you're not going to be able to stop me, you repulsive rodents!"
"Hey!" the Tunnel Rat snaps.
"Present company accepted, of course."
"S'all right (pronounced "rat")."
Limburger sics his goons on the mice, and they quickly find their plan to stop Limburger's plan before he gets off the starting block going down the tubes. A speedy retreat is in order, the goon squad following close behind. Once his foes are out of sight, Limburger orders the Tunnel Rat to begin the excavation. The giant drill on the front of the Digging Machine whirs to life and begins tearing at the ground beneath it. Within seconds, the machine disappears beneath the surface of the city.
In the meantime, the Biker Mice aren't having an easy time losing their pursuers. The goons follow them through the halls of the building, firing relentlessly. The mice race toward a wall, but instead of crashing through it, they ride up it, and across the ceiling, toward their foes.
"Must be how things look in China!" Modo observes.
The three mice (with Charley hanging on for dear life behind) pluck the goons from their buggies and stuff them into a trio of trash cans before finding their way outside. Already the Digging Machine is wrecking havoc on Chicago. The ground beneath the mice's feet is shaking as if the Windy City had suddenly taken up residence on a fault line. Buildings with the soil dug out from under them collapse before Throttle, Modo, Vinnie, and Charley's startled eyes.
"Looks like Limburger's finally getting' into heavy rock," Modo mumbles.
"Which means we gotta roll," Throttle says quickly. He reaches down and scoops up a handful of gems lying on the street, castoffs from the construction of the Digging Machine. "Grab the rest of those leftover diamonds and follow me!"
He's got a plan! Yay!
Later, we find that Limburger is still undermining the city, gutting it mercilessly, and having a Hell of a good time doing it, too. For the first time since the Biker Mice showed up in Chicago, one of his plans is working. Working! He even waxes poetic about it: "Reminds me of the final days of Mars," he declares, rubbing his palms together greedily. In fact, he's so pleased with his progress so far that he decides to put in a call to the High Chairman. As it turns out, Camembert is in his bath. He's slightly annoyed at being interrupted, but what the Hell, he decides to take the call, and starts to get up to exchange the Traditional Plutarkian Greeting with Limburger. Fortunately, Limburger persuades him to skip the formalities this time, and the series keeps its PG rating (funny how you never see an attractive character's bare ass, isn't it?).
"Have you called to report your failure?" Camembert asks, leaning back in his miniature sea of brown bubbles.
"Not at all," Limburger assures him smugly. "The entire city of Chicago is crumbling at this very moment. I can absolutely guarantee you delivery."
"You better," the superior fish exhorts, "because if you don't, you'll be cleaning my entire Stench Carrier with your tongue!"
"Not to worry," Limburger concludes as the transmission ends. Once he is certain Camembert can no longer hear him, he adds under his breath, "You asinine aristocrat."
The Biker Mice observe the spread of destruction from a high precipice above the city (I wouldn't be surprised if they jotted down its location for future dramatic entrances). Their bikes are newly equipped with what appear to be large drills on the fronts, and large fiberglass shields. Apparently, they're going to pursue Limburger underground. Of course, none of the prior devastation can hold a candle to what Limburger plans to topple next: PSGB, the Biker Mice's favorite radio station and home to their DJ of choice, Sweet Georgie Brown.
"The fiend," Modo cries.
"Must be a country western fan," Vinnie observes.
"Now that's the final dig," Modo growls. "Now I'm mad."
"Yeah," Throttle agrees. "Limburger's fightin dirty now."
"No overgrown cheese mold chops my favorite radio station!" Vinnie shouts.
Huh. The guy has a hand in the destruction of their home planet and the extermination of their race, but the Biker Mice don't really get pissed at Limburger until their music is threatened. Sign of the times, I guess.
The mice leap off the cliff (on their bikes, of course), and as they begin catching up to the Digging Machine (its path indicated by the rubble it produces, they begin to burrow through the soil and underground themselves, chasing the Big Cheese.
"It really works!" Vinnie yells.
"It's boring right through!" Throttle cries.
Modo shouts back, "Gee, I don't think it's boring--I think it's kind of fun!"
Fun or no, the mice can't catch up to the Digging Machine. It's simply too fast for them. When Throttle decides they need to cut the machine off, Modo leads the way into the subway tunnels beneath the city. Without miles of solid soil to cut through, the mice start to gain on Limburger.
Meanwhile, back in the Digging Machine itself, Limburger asks, "Have we destroyed that irritating radio station yet?"
"Just ahead," the Tunnel Rat hisses. "Gonna rock it down."
Suddenly, a bright blue light blinds the machine's driver and its employer. Tunnel Rat pulls quickly to a stop. Limburger is disgusted to see the Biker Mice right before him, standing between him and his conquest of Chicago.
"Drill them!" the fish shouts.
The machine begins rolling forward, straight at the mice.
"Fire at will!" Throttle orders.
"I'd rather fire at the machine," Modo says thoughtfully.
"Just do it," the tan-furred mouse sighs.
Eventually, the mice's laser fire not only stops the machine, but forces the Tunnel Rat to throw it into reverse and retreat. Limburger is enraged, and orders the Tunnel Rat to stop the mice. The mercenary is more than happy to oblige. He shoves Limburger into the controls and prepares to take on his soft-haired cousins.
"Nothing a Tunnel Rat likes more," he says as he dashes past the bound, gagged, and blind-folded REAL Mayor of Chicago, "than a good quarry."
The Digging Machine pulls firmly to a stop.
"Uh oh," Modo grumbles as the mice pause beside the mammoth machine (to give you some idea of the size of the thing, the mice on their bikes aren't even as tall as the tread). "Now what?"
"Bet its bad news," Throttle says, always the pessimist.
Limburger appears at the window.
"No its good news, Biker Mice, for me," he corrects. "You see, you're about to be destroyed. Meet your personal escort to the afterlife: Tunnel Rat!"
the Tunnel Rat bursts out the side of the Digging Machine in his mining-cart car.
"I tear meeces to pieces!" he shrieks, firing off a flurry of lasers from his jackhammer. All the shots go wide, but the mice don't take their chances. They tear off through the tunnel, the Tunnel Rat following quickly behind.
"Gonna ice you mice!" he hisses, as if his intentions weren't already clear.
"Time to burrow, bros," Throttle says quickly. "It's time to rock--"
"--and ride?" Vinnie asks.
"--and ROCK!" Modo corrects.
The mice leave the tunnel and begin digging their way through another soil wall, the Tunnel Rat not far behind. Limburger and Karbunkle watch it all on a small video screen in the Digging Machine, laughing gleefully as the mice flee their pursuer.
"This guy's one whacked out gone gopher," Throttle mumbles.
"Let's bring him down and get our tails topside," Vinnie says quickly.
"Yeah, and fast," Modo agrees. "The radio reception down here's lousy!"
The mice return to the tunnel, leading the unsuspecting Tunnel Rat straight toward the Digging Machine. Karbunkle and Limburger realize this just in time for a ten second panic, one of the funniest moments of the first season. Words can't describe it; you just have to see it.
Too late, the Tunnel Rat realizes what the mice have been up to. He brakes hard, but it isn't enough. He not only crashes into the Digging Machine; he crashes through it, totaling half the equipment inside.
"I hate them miserable meeces," he groans before passing out.
Modo and Throttle appear inside the machine.
"Yeah, that'll hold him," Modo says, nodding, "'till Karbunkle sends him back to whatever rat-hole he crawled out of."
Throttle agrees, then adds, "Okay. Now that we've caught the rat, it's time for the Cheese!"
"Malfunction!" Karbunkle cries, trying to make some sense of the ruined mess of gears and dials before him. "The controls are dead!"
"No!" Limburger shouts, grabbing the scientist and shaking him angrily. "I have to have control! I'm the MAYOR!"
"Not for long, Limburger!" Throttle shouts as he and Modo arrive on the scene. "Your days as Head Cheese are over!" Modo holds up his arm cannon in silent agreement.
Karbunkle and Fred quickly raise their hands in defeat. Limburger, having had a taste of real power and desperate to keep it, grabs the mayor and slams a small laser-rifle into his back.
"Not so fast," he warns the mice. "Politics is a power game, rodent, and in this game, I still hold the winning hand."
Modo's arm begins to drop. He and Throttle look at each other doubtfully.
Suddenly, the ground below Limburger is torn apart as Vinnie (bet you were wondering where he was) bursts through the floor. The Head Cheese is thrown into a wall. Vinnie easily catches the Mayor on the front of his bike.
"It's an honor to give you a ride, Your Honor," Vinnie says with a smirk as he carefully tosses the Mayor behind him on his bike.
"Get him to safety, Vinnie," Throttle orders. "We'll wrap things up here."
As their bro zips off, Modo spins Fred back to where he had been holding the cables (much to the little freak's delight), setting the Digging Machine on a beeline path straight to--you guessed it--Limburger Tower. The building becomes so much rubble in five short seconds. Limburger and his lackeys crawl out of the sewer a few seconds later--just in time to be squished by the falling Tower.
This guy just can't win.^-^
The mice drop the Mayor at City Hall (ain't he gonna be pissed when he see how Limburger trashed his office?), where he thanks them profusely.
"You young heroes have saved not only my life," he says proudly, "but our city as well."
"Aw shucks, it was nothing," Throttle laughs, kicking a can.
"No big deal," Vinnie says with a dismissive shrug.
"Just doing our duty as citizens," Modo adds.
The Mayor shakes his head and begins digging in his coat.
"No, I must reward you," he says firmly.
"OKAY!" the mice shout in unison.
The Mayor extends a trio of small slips of paper toward the mice.
"How about free passes to the opera?" he asks.
"Uh, thanks but no thanks," Vinnie murmurs. Throttle forks the sign of the Cross at the tickets. No, I didn't make that up.
The Mayor tries again, each suggestion meeting with failure.
"Uh, the key to the city? An invitation to the Policemen's Ball?"
"Been there, done that," the mice murmur.
"Parking validations?"
Vinnie gags.
"Nah, that's okay," Modo says, speaking for all the mice.
The Mayor sighs.
"Well, then, I'm sorry. All I have left are coupons for free hot dogs and root beer--"
"DONE DEAL!" the mice shout as Vinnie snatches them from his hands.
"Ride free, citizen!" Throttle shouts as the mice ride off.
"Uh, yes, ride free," the Mayor mumbles, probably cursing himself for giving away those coupons. Damn, now what's he going to get on the way home?
Limburger, meanwhile, is in a parking garage, making a last-ditch effort at a getaway. Karbunkle just manages to hook the still electrically-charged Fred up to a car with a dead battery when the Big Cheese is enveloped by the green glow of a Transporter Beam.
"Oh no!" he moans. "Too late!"
As he fades away, Karbunkle hisses, "Bye!"
The fat fish materializes before High Chairman Camembert.
"So, you failed after all," Camembert growls. "What do you have to say for yourself, Limburger?"
Limburger turns and bends over, presenting his rear in what is apparently meant as a show of respect (that, or one Hell of an innuendo concerning the Plutarkians), but he doesn't get a chance to get a word in before Camembert boots him into the bathrooms of the Stench Carrier. He slides to a stop in front of a decidedly horrific-looking (and I'm willing to bet good money smelly) toilet.
"There's the crew's bathroom," Camembert coos. "NOW GET TO WORK!"
To the victors belong the spoils, and the Biker Mice are certainly enjoying the spoils of their recent victory; kicking back at the Scoreboard, slurping root beer and gorging themselves on hot dogs, listening to the radio and just general partying.
Until Charley shows up, brooms in hand.
"Not so fast!" she says, pulling the plug on their radio. "You guys aren't getting off that easy!"
She throws them the brooms, which the surprised mice catch.
"This city's a mess! We've all got to pitch in and help clean it up!"
"B-b-b-but--" Modo stammers.
"Hey, babe, we saved the city, remember?" Vinnie snaps. "Doesn't that get us off the hook?"
"Not if you're good citizens it doesn't," Charley replies firmly, pointing to the door.
"She's right bros," Throttle concedes. "Job's not over yet."
"Oh man, I knew fightin' underground was gonna be a dirty job, but this is ridiculous!" Modo mumbles.
Of course, the mice do have a certain flair for leaving a room (usually involving the destruction of at least one wall), and as they exit, they do it laughing, doing a little dance and parodying the theme from "Working" (damned if I know what it's called).
"Cleanin' up the city, goin' down, down, down, cleanin' up the city, Whoo! We gotta get down!" they chant before bursting into laughter and high-fiving each other as they leave the room. Charley smiles and closes the door behind them.
(duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh!)
MY FEELINGS ON THE EPISODE (BOTH PARTS)
I love this two-parter. Part One was, I think, the first episode of Biker Mice I ever saw. But then again, I'm not sure. It might have been "The Pits." I just can't remember.
Anyway, these were two of the first, and they got me hooked. "Reeking Reign" is extremely entertaining. The action is quick, jokes are non-stop, and it really solidifies who the characters are. Like when Vinnie argues with Throttle about what maneuver they use, that kind of thing. The animation is also pretty good, considering it's the first season. Things don't really get smooth until the second season, but it's still very slick, particularly the little "dance" at the end. If you had to show someone just what "Biker Mice" was, and you could only use two episodes, "Reeking Reign" would be your best bet. It's like a micro version of the entire series.
If you haven't seen these episodes before, I recommend that you find them. If you hunt around a little bit, particularly on the Internet, you can find the tape which contains "Reeking Reign" parts One and Two, along with "Rock N' Ride!" I think Amazon.com has them, and you could also try Ebay. Just enter "biker mice" in the search field, and you should turn up several of the tapes at bargain prices. You can also special order them from some Internet video stores, but I'll be damned if I know where. Okay, that's all for now! Thanks for reading!^-^
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