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It was on a regular day, and Limburger was up to his schemes again. He just had to get rid of those wretched mice.
"Karbunkle!" Limburger shouted.
"*high pitched breath* Yes, your cheddar cheesiness."
"Is that machine up and running yet?"
"Almost ready, your exquisite extrableness."
"Good. Are you sure your invention will be sufficient? I do not want them to escape this time."
"*high pitched breath* I assure you, they will never escape my invention!"
Never say never, Benjamin Boris Zachary Karbunkle. It will be your downfall...
Meanwhile, at the Last Chance Garage...
"Come on. It can't be that bad." Vinnie said, but Charlene "Charley" glared at him.
"You know I can't replace this! How many times do I have to tell you?! No damaging my furniture!"
Vinnie smiled sheepishly, trying to placate the woman and her ire, but not even Throttle and Modo were about to bale him out of this one. Vinnie had broken Charley's favorite chair in her living room, and all because he wasn't careful. She hadn't said it was her favorite, but she had asked them all to be careful when sitting in it. Vinnie, who had been jumping around all morning, had jumped up to stand on top of the chair. It collapsed beneath him, and after Charley made sure he was okay, she got mad.
"That chair was hand made by my grandfather, and you just broke it!"
She never talked about her family. Neither did Vinnie or Throttle, but this was different. Charley had lived alone for years before the guys came into her life, and now they were all the family she had left. However, her grandfather had been the one to get her interested in becoming a mechanic, along with her uncle on her dad's side. She had very few but precious memories of her grandpa.
"We'll make you another one, Charley." Throttle said.
"That was hand-carved out of walnut. You can't just chop a tree down and carve it yourselves! Besides that, do you even know how to carve wood?"
They all gave responses in the negative.
"I appreciate the thought, guys, but I just can’t replace this."
"I'm really sorry, Charley."
Vinnie almost never said sorry like that. He sounded sincere, but Charley still felt hurt.
"Why don't you go off on a patrol?. I need some space and time to clean this up."
"All right, Charley-girl." Throttle said, then quickly got Vinnie out of the room before he could say another word.
On another world...
The sky is filled with clouds circling around like a hurricane, but it's not on the ground. What does this mean?
In an open field, a portal appears. It's big, and perfect for the sinister plan of Lawrence Lactavious Limburger.
Little does he know that his plan will put even his world in danger.
Never break the boundaries of the Universe.