[The Mice just got out of the now-demolished building and Vinnie, having door-surfed, is proud of himself.]
YEAH! Some pretty studdly moves there!
Well, that's mighty nice of you to say that, Vinnie!
Not you, bro! I was talking about ME!
Yeah, you're always talking about you, but you know, we do some pretty cool stuff, too, you know.
That's right, big fella! We're not just "hanging around!"
[laughs] Speaking of "hanging around..."
HOW DARE YOU ESCAPE CERTAIN DESTRUCTION...AGAIN!
[Limburger's pants suddenly rip.]
[He turns and sees his underwear, red with pictures of cheese on it, is showing. The Mice don't see it and continue to taunt him as they load up their weapons.]
Sorry to let you down, cheese fin...
...but speaking of "let down..."
It's time you felt the gravity of the situation!
[They aim their missles at the tower.]
Please! No! Not like this!
[The Mice fire their missles.]
[The Mice drive off as the tower collapses.]
Like I said, we do some pretty good work!
[The Mice high-five each other as they ride back to Quigley Field.]
Well, you know, Julian Prison has announced that they're looking for more prison guards.
Moi? In a prison guard uniform? Sweetheart, drab is not my color!
You? A prison guard? [chuckles] Cute! Lock me up and throw away the key!
I know I've been tempted at times.
No, no, I don't think so. It's too dangerous, Charley. We'll handle it.
So, we gonna blast our way in?
Nah, it's not the best of ideas, big fella. I mean, that's government property. We gotta play this one by the book.
By the book, eh? Well, then, it's simple. We get ourselves in trouble, let the police nail us, and whammo! It's a free ride into Limburger's fat lap!
Yeah! Once we're inside, we can figure out a way to sneak the bikes in.
AH HA HA HA OOOH! SOUNDS LIKE LIFE AS I LOVE IT!
[sarcastically] Oh, no, bros, look! Red light!
Looks like we've run out of running room.
Oooh, we're trapped like ra--
[Modo glares at him, eye glowing threateningly]
Uh, mice. [chuckles nervously] Mice.
[Throttle has just noticed the explosions coming from Rump's tower.]
I guess old moneybags has finally worn out, bros.
Yeah, this is something I need front row seats for.
I wouldn't miss this for all the hot dogs at Quigley Field!
[They drive up to the tower and notice it's totaled.]
[whistles] Looks like Rump's crib is totaled! [chuckles] I guess that's going to shave his hiney butt good!
[Rump walks out of the tower with the Regenerator all black from the explosion, and has lost his memory.]
At least I think that's him.
Oh, loving the new look! Very Martian eye for the slimy guy!
Whoa, whoa, Vincent! That's the second...no, no...third street sign you've wasted this week! I'm calling a 2 root beer penalty!
ME? What makes you think it was yours truly? It could've been you, you know.
I'm pretty sure it was you, bro.
How come I'm always the first to get sought with the blame? You guys sure know how to buzz-kill a nice Sunday morning joyride!
Well, you'd better consider getting over it, amigo!
'Cuz the real fun's about to begin! Heh! The Bridge to Nowhere! Chicago's very own monument of port-barrell politics.
Oh, and the baddest motorcycle jump on this side of the RAD STATES!
Push 'em into high gear, bros. Last one across is a rancid cheese!
And whatever you do, don't look down!
[They go off the jump.]
