[Limburger tunes his communication TV to Karbunkle's lab, where Karbunkle is doing something to Fred the Mutant.]
KarbunkleYes, your big cheesiness?
Do you recall those mice who escaped your laboratory on Mars? The three leaders of that pathetic rebellion?
Karbunkle
Yes, most frustrating. [inserts brain into Fred's head and staples head] I had barely started experimenting on them when they got away!
[Fred opens his eyes and looks around, then speaks to Karbunkle.]
FFred
Hey, doc? How about 4 arms? Then I could clap in stereo!
[Fred begins to clap but Karbunkle slams a cork into his mouth.]
Karbunkle
Oh, shut up!
Karbunkle! Pay attention! Those Biker rebels have now come to Earth, and I want to know what you are going to do about it!
Karbunkle
Well, your cheddar cheesiness, if you wish to catch a mouse...[He presses a button that starts a platform up to the main office floor where Limburger and Grease Pit are standing and reveals a steel trap.]...you must build a better mousetrap!
[Karbunkle, Limburger, and Grease Pit drive up to a railroad station, and Grease Pit is looking through Limburger's trunk for a specific weapon.]
Karbunkle
Will you hurry, you misapplied misenthrope?! [Grease Pit trips over Karbunkle's leg and stumbles around with the weapon.] Be careful, you dimwitted disaster! That's a delicate instrument!
[Grease Pit falls down and the weapon lands in its desired spot.]
GPGrease Pit
There! Delicately placed right where you's wanted it!
Karbunkle
Ugh! Greasy-fingered gibbon!
[He turns on the device and an eerie blue glow surrounds the weapon. Grease Pit stares at it as Limburger gets out of his car.]
If you pathetic paltroons have concluded your little display of ineptitude...[train whistle]...the ore train appears to be on time.
GPGrease Pit
Huh? [He slides into the glow and half of his body is seen viewing a 5,000 foot drop into the Plutark Supply Station. Limburger pulls him out.] Aaaah!
My dear, seqious Grease Pit, if I had wanted you in orbit, I'D HAVE KICKED YOU THERE MYSELF! Now go man that switch!
[Limburger kicks Grease Pit towards a control switch. Grease Pit hits it and the track moves slightly.]
GPGrease Pit
Whoa. Good job, huh, boss?
[He proceeds to fall down elsewhere after struggling to move the switch and finally move it so that the track heads for the glow.]
Karbunkle
Yet another ingenious plan, your cream cheesiness!
Yes! Why soil ourselves digging when I can simply steal a whole train load of iron ore? That train will enter the transport tunnel and be instantly transported into space for delivery to Plutark. [As he says this, he tosses a rock into the glow.] A brilliant plan if I do say so myself. It simply can't fail!
[Grease Pit's view catches a glimpse of the Biker Mice.]
Not now, dear boy. I'm enjoying myself!
GPGrease Pit
That brilliant plan of yours?
GPGrease Pit
It just got infested WITH MICE!
Drat! Those bothersome Biker Mice have beaten the bombardment!
Karbunkle
Yes, your fragrant fulsomeness! And not only that; they appear to have discovered your dabbling in the disaster!
[clears throat] It might be wise not to be here when they arrive! How's Lake Michigan?
WWeathermeister
[pulls out map] Almost a solid block of ice, dear cheesemesiter!
[Laser fire commences from the Mice's bikes.]
YOU STEPPED WAY OVER THE LINE THIS TIME, LIMBURGER!
YEAH! NO ONE ENDANGERS LITTLE KIDS WHEN THE MAMMAJAMMERS FROM MARS ARE AROUND!
[The tower shakes.]
WWeathermeister
You'd better come with me, then, Limburger. [snaps finger and plane appears] Please step aboard my weather plane.
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