*Disclaimer: "The Impossibles" belong to Hanna-Barbera Productions, but all other characters belong to me, myself, and I*
It was a normal night in the city of Megatropolis. Our story opens at
the State University, in the science lab. Inside, Professor Jerry McDonald, one
of State U's most brilliant young minds, was perfecting a formula of his. The
formula was capable of getting rid of the common allergy. Jerry had been
testing it on a lab mouse, who had sinus troubles. Finally, he was about to perfect
it.
"Well, Freddy, let's see if we can't unclog your sinuses a little," he
said.
Jerry picked up the mouse and stuck the syringe in his leg. Then he put
Freddy back in his cage. Two minutes later, the results happened. Freddy
sniffed around his cage, but he didn't sound so stuffed up. Then Jerry opened
the cage door, took the mouse out, and put him in the maze he had created for
Freddy and the other lab mice. There was a small piece of cheese in the center of
the maze. The mice were supposed to use their sense of smell to lead them
to the cheese, but Freddy never could make it, until now. In fact, he was
faster than all the other lab mice.
"That's incredible," Jerry said, looking at his stop watch. "Freddy,
you've completed the maze faster than any other lab mouse!"
Jerry picked up Freddy and put him back in the cage. Then he poured his
formula into a test tube. He was thrilled that it worked. All he had to do now
was
present it to the science department as soon as possible, and then he'd
use
himself as a test subject. He had allergies of his own, and there were
times
when his own sinuses drove him crazy.
"And they said it couldn't be done," he said.
"What couldn't be done, Jerry?" another science professor, Milton
Questology,
asked, coming in.
"Hi, Professor Questology," Jerry said. "I was just working on my
allergy
theory. I've created the solution to all allergies."
"Is it like an antihistamine?"
"No, this you only have to take once. I've already tested it on Freddy,
and all
I need now is a little presentation time."
"I think we can arrange that. I have to tell you, Jerry, if this
formula works,
it could make millions."
"Great. I'll start cleaning up here."
Professor Questology nodded, and walked off. Jerry proceeded cleaning
up the
lab. As he was putting the test tubes away, someone entered the room.
"Professor McDonald?" a deep, sensuous voice asked. That sort of sent
shivers
up Jerry's spine. He turned around and saw a woman standing in the
doorway. She
was about the average height for a woman. She had a pretty face,
flaming red
hair, and a body that looked like it wouldn't quit. Her skin tight
black cat
suit showed off her figure very well. Jerry gulped.
"Yeah?" he asked, staring at this woman.
"I hear you have a formula on your hands," the woman said.
"Well, yeah. See, it's supposed to cure allergies. Get rid of them for
good."
"I'll bet a formula like that is worth a million dollars."
"If it works, it could be. Who are you anyway?"
"Little ol' me? They call me The Siren."
"The Siren? How come they call you that?"
The Siren laughed, and took her amulet in her hands. It looked like an
ordinary
red stone in a gold setting. Jerry looked at it. Suddenly, it began to
mist,
and the strangest sound came out of it. It sounded like singing, but
there were
no words. Just a hypnotic melody. Jerry was entranced. He dropped a
couple of
empty test tubes on the floor, smashing them to pieces. He felt dizzy,
and then
passed out. The Siren let go of her amulet and pulled the young
professor off
the ground.
"You and I have places to go, McDonald," she said. "The city will pay
handsomely for that formula of yours!"
At that moment, Professor Questology came back into the room, upon
hearing the
crash of the test tubes.
"Jerry, I heard a crash," he said. "I was wondering . . . . ."
The professor stopped suddenly when he saw the Siren standing in the
middle of
the lab, holding the unconscious young scientist.
"The Siren," he said.
"Glad you recognize me," the Siren said. "However, we must be going."
With that, the Siren used her amulet to disappear into thin air.
Professor
Questology then ran to the nearest phone and dialed the Secret Security
Headquarters (SSH for short). He was an old friend of the chief of SSH,
Big D.
His secretary, Phyllis Dawson, answered the phone.
"Secret Security Headquarters," she said.
"Phyllis, I need to talk to Big D," Professor Questology said. "It's an
emergency!"
"I'll put you through right away," Phyllis said. She pushed a couple of
buttons
and then rang the chief. "Big D, Professor Questology is on line two.
He says
it's an emergency."
"Put him on," Big D replied.
Phyllis pushed another couple of buttons and transferred the call.
"Big D, this is an emergency," Professor Questology said. "The Siren
broke into
the science lab here at State University. She took off with Professor
McDonald,
just as he finished creating a million dollar formula."
"I'll put my agents on it right away," Big D said, hanging up the
phone. Then
he pushed an intercom button. "Phyllis, I need you in here, as well as
Mike and
Reggie."
"Yes sir," Phyllis said. Then she pushed another intercom button.
"Attention
please! Would Mike Rogers and Reggie Peters come to the chief's office
please?"
Mike Rogers, SSH's chief mechanic, dropped a wrench and abandoned the
car he
was working on. Reggie Peters, SSH's top inventor, stopped what he was
doing
and dashed for the chief's office. They met Phyllis in the office, and
walked
inside.
"What's up, Big D?" Mike asked.
"We have a problem," Big D said. "The Siren has struck. She uses her
amulet to
hypnotize people and knock them out and then she steals from them. We
need to
put our top agents on the job."
"But boss, all of our agents are no match for the Siren!" Reggie
shouted.
"Besides, they're all out on other cases," Phyllis said.
"Then we'll just have to recruit some new agents," Big D replied. "Some
that
may be able to handle the Siren. I want the three of you to work on
that."
"Yes sir!" Mike, Reggie, and Phyllis shouted, saluting. The three of
them left
the office.
"How are we going to recruit new agents?" Reggie asked. "Especially
ones that
can handle the Siren?"
"Nobody can handle the Siren!" Mike shouted. "That's doin' the
impossible!"