Turned into What?! Chapter 4

Karbunkle creates a ray gun that turns our beloved bikers into ordinary Earth mice! How can they get out of this one?

Disclaimer: I don't own BMFM, sadly.

Chapter 4

As soon as Charley caught her breath, they made their way further into the duct system. As they went, the smell got worse. I think it's actually worse than Limburger, and I never thought I'd say that, Vinnie said, both front paws over his nose to block it out.

No joke, Throttle said, his eyes watering at the reek. How you holding up, Charley-girl?

Trying to breathe as little as possible, she said. The cat jumped up to another duct. What floor are we on now?

I think the 42nd, Throttle said. Only a few more to go.

Thank god. You guys might be little, but you weigh a- The sudden sound of claws skittering across metal made her jerk around.

Wahh! Warn a mouse before you go off like that! Vinnie complained.

Shut up, she said quietly. The mice went still as she cocked an ear to listen. Did you guys hear that?

I don't hear anything, Modo said.

Throttle frowned, his whiskers twitching. I can hear something moving. Below us.

What do you think it is? Vinnie asked.

My best guess would be rats, Charley said grimly.

Rats?! Modo exclaimed. No wonder I know that smell!

Oh great, that's just what we need, Throttle growled.

Bring 'em on, Vinnie said eagerly. I'd love to whip some tail about now!

You're joking, right? Charley said incredulously. Earth rats compared to Earth mice are three times your size and weight. Their teeth are bigger, too. One could fall on you and break all of your ribs!

Vinnie blinked at her. So you're saying they'd be a challenge?

Charley let out a low growl of frustration. Remind me again why none of us have shot him?

He makes great waffles, Throttle said with a shrug. Of course, he blew up the waffle iron twice.

And he's good with fixing bikes, Modo chimed in. Er, once he figured out how Earth tech worked.

I only broke one! The white mouse protested.

My favorite customer's bike, Charley nodded, turning her around to bare her teeth at the mouse. He still hasn't come back, you know.

I said I was sorry!

The scraping sound rang out again, louder now. The brown fur on Charley's back stood up, her tail fur bushing out. How about we just get going?

Sounds good to me, Throttle said. A rumbling sound made Vinnie and Modo look at him. The tan mouse felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment. Eh-heh, maybe we could find something to eat first?

None of us got any grub for breakfast, Modo said.

I can't believe you three. You really can't wait until you're back to normal to get food? Charley asked in exasperation.

Nope, the three chorused.

She sighed. The mysteries of Martian Mice and men would forever remain unsolved. Let's head out that grate. If it's loose, the cat said, nudging it. The screws were loose enough that the mice could reach out and twist them out of socket. The grate opened with a slight screech as they stepped out. Four noses twitched as they scented out the air to try and find some food.

Fifteen minutes later, the four streaked back to the duct. They hurried to pull the grate back on as seven of Limburgers goons thundered down the hall. You just had to have the whole sandwich, Modo scolded Vinnie. Couldn't just take half, could you?

But I'm hungry, the white mouse said as they finished putting the last screw in place. He dusted off a spot on the floor with his tail and pulled out his prize, a turkey and mustard sandwich. He bit deep into the thick crust. Got to hand it to that goon, he makes a good sandwich. Modo smacked the back of his head, OWWW!!! What?!

You didn't offer some to the lady, the grey mouse scolded. Charley had to carry that thing all the way here and you don't even ask if she's hungry!

Vinnie blushed in embarrassment. I'm sorry, babe. Want some?

Charley rubbed the side of her jaw against Modo's ear in the cat version of a kiss to the cheek, making the mouse blush red. Thanks, big guy. And yes, actually, I'd really appreciate it if you'd give me a piece of turkey. The bread doesn't sound too good, right now.

Well you are in the body of a carnivore, Throttle said as he helped Vinnie pull out a piece of meat. It wouldn't sound good.

She ate with some gusto, her white teeth gleaming in bit of light that came through the vent. The three mice stared as the cat ate. That's almost enough to put a mouse off his feed, Modo said, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

Thanks guys, she said sarcastically as she licked a bit of mustard off her muzzle. She waited patiently as the three mice made quick work of the remaining sandwich. They headed out into the duct system a few minutes later. By this time, the stench was almost over-powering. Charley had to stop at almost every vent they came on to try and catch her breath. The mice were in no better shape, their sensitive noses running constantly. We must be close to Limburger's office, Charley said.

I hope so, Modo gagged. I don't think I can take much more of this.

i>You and me both, bro, Throttle said. Wait, Charley, go back to that grate! Its the lab!

As the four got ready to force open the vent, they didn't notice the dozens of gleaming red eyes in the duct behind them......