"Excellent," Big D said. "Bring them to Headquarters, ASAP."
"Roger, chief," Phyllis said, and closed her compact.
"Are you sure you want to recruit them?" Reggie asked. "They look like
kids!"
"Kids or not, they can do the impossible," Phyllis replied. "This is
exactly
what Big D needs."
"Yeah, but puttin' three kids on the Siren case?" Mike asked. "I don't
know . . . ."
"I highly doubt Big D will start them on the Siren case!" Phyllis
shouted. "After all, they're only kids. He'll probably start them off
on some
small potato jobs, and then that'll work up to the Siren."
"Well, I don't agree with it," Reggie said. "But we don't have any
other
choice. Come on."
And with that, the three of them dashed outside. The news people had
just
finished interviewing the boys about the robbery and were leaving.
Phyllis saw
this as her chance, and walked over to the boys. Mike and Reggie
followed.
"Hi, boys," she said. "We couldn't help but notice what happened in
there."
"Pretty smart moves, kids," Mike said.
"Thanks," Coiley said.
"It wasn't much," Multi said.
"Wasn't much, he says," Reggie replied. "You boys have some pretty
impressive
super powers there. I mean, nobody can do that sort of thing. It's just
impossible!"
"Were you guys born with super powers?" Mike asked. "You know, come
from
another planet or somethin' like that?"
"No," Fluey replied. "We're not sure what happened, but we probably got
them
when we accidently blew up the science lab during chemistry class."
"That'd do it," Mike muttered to Reggie and Phyllis. Phyllis swatted
him and
turned to the boys.
"We have a proposition for you boys," she said. "Oh, by the way, my
name's
Phyllis, and these are Mike and Reggie. We work for the Secret Security
Headquarters."
"Hey, no kidding," Fluey said.
"We heard about the Siren situation," Multi replied. "You've got agents
covering the whole story."
"Yeah, but it's goin' nowhere," Mike said. "And we're short some
agents. You
three may be just the types we're lookin' for."
"You want us to join the SSH?" Coiley asked. "But we're only sixteen!"
"I don't think you can hire us on the spot like this," Multi said.
"We know that," Reggie said. "Listen, we'll take you to meet our chief,
and see
how it goes from there."
The boys looked at each other and shrugged. They agreed to go, but
weren't
exactly sure what they were getting into. Phyllis, Mike, and Reggie led
them to
a large office building downtown and walked inside. They took the
elevator to
the top floor, and headed inside an office.
"Okay, Big D," Phyllis said. "Here they are."
"Good work, Phyllis," Big D said.
"Uh, hold it, boss," Mike said. "I don't know if we should hire them on
the
spot like this."
"Why do you say that, Mike?" Big D asked.
"Well, they're only sixteen for one thing," Mike said. "And they told
us that
they sometimes have a hard time controllin' their super powers."
"Super powers, eh?" Big D asked. He looked at the three boys. "You have
super
powers?"
"Chemistry class accident," Coiley explained.
"I see," Big D said, nodding. "Hmm. Well, what is it exactly that you
boys can
do?"
"If you don't mind, sir, we'll give you a demonstration," Multi
replied.
"By all means, go ahead."
The three boys backed up for a moment. Coiley demonstrated his super
power
first. He became a human coil, springing all over the room. Fluey was
next. He
went straight from solid to fluid, and seeped underneath the door,
which would
be a pretty tight squeeze. Then he flowed back into the room and went
back to
normal. Then Multi multiplied himself. Big D was impressed.
"That was incredible," he said.
"That was impossible," Mike replied.
"Impossible or not, these are the boys I've been looking for," Big D
said. "We
have a lot of good agents, but none that actually have super powers!
You boys
are hired!"
"Just like that?" Multi asked.
"Wow, I never thought I'd be a secret agent!" Fluey shouted. "Much less
a super
hero!"
"Well, wait a minute," Mike said. "Chief, are you sure this is a good
idea? I
mean, they're only sixteen, they have a hard time controllin' their
powers . . . . . and besides which, they gotta go to school!"
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," Coiley said. "We were sort of
. . . .
expelled when the science lab exploded."
"See what I mean?" Mike asked.
"Mike, we're running out of agents," Phyllis said. "Give them a
chance!"
"But we can't put them on the Siren case right away!" Mike yelled.
"It's too
dangerous for three rookies!"
"He does have a point, boss," Reggie said.
"I agree, we can't start them on the Siren case right away," Big D
said. "But
what we can do is deflate some of our other cases. Take agents off of
those and
switch them to the Siren case while these three boys work on some of
the old
cases. To warm them up. Now all we have to do is give them a team name
and a
cover."
"A cover?" Fluey asked.
"Yeah, all our agents work undercover," Mike said. "At least until they
meet up
with the villain on the case they're workin' on."
"We have one agent who works as a sushi chef," Reggie said. "We can't
pose you
three as students, even if you hadn't been kicked out of school. It'd
be too
hard."
"You guys have any hobbies?" Phyllis asked.
"Well, we're musicians," Coiley said. "All three of us play guitar."
"We're sort of a rock band," Multi said.
"The Low Keys," Fluey replied.
"I like the rock band idea, but the name's gotta go," Mike said.
"Right," Big D replied.
"I've got it!" Phyllis shouted, snapping her fingers. "They can do the
impossible, so why don't we call them The Impossibles?"
"The Impossibles?!" Fluey shouted.
"I don't know . . . ." Multi replied.
"I thought The Low Keys sounded better than that," Coiley said.
"I like the idea," Big D said. "From now on, you three boys are The
Impossibles."
"Okay, we'll go with it," Coiley said.
From that moment on, the Low Keys were the Impossibles, and Coiley
Collins
became Coil Man, Fluey McAlister became Fluid Man, and Multi Mills
became Multi
Man. Mike was in charge of putting together a vehicle for them, while
Reggie
worked on getting them some equipment in order to contact Big D, or in
case Big
D needed to contact them. Phyllis whipped up two costumes each for the
boys.
One costume was designed especially for using their super powers. The
other was
for performing as the rock band, The Impossibles. They were made out of
a
special material Reggie had developed to constrict them from
inadvertently
using their powers. They were basic enough, a green shirt underneath a
purple
jacket, red slacks, and black boots. They basically looked similar to
the
Beatles, but with a dash more color. The boys had to admit they were a
lot
nicer looking than the T-shirts, jeans, and sneakers they usually wore.
Once
they had their costumes, Phyllis led them to the technical offices.
"Perfect timing," Reggie said. "I just got everything ready for you
guys."
"What have you got?" Multi asked.
"This," Reggie replied, picking up a guitar. "Inside the neck of this
guitar is
a TV screen. This is how Big D will contact you guys if he needs you."
"Now that's pretty clever," Phyllis said.
"I'll say it is!" Coiley shouted, and he took the guitar.
"I'm sorry to say I couldn't get a TV screen in the other two guitars,"
Reggie
said, handing the other two instruments to Multi and Fluey.
"Hey, no big deal," Fluey said. "Coiley's the lead singer anyway, so .
. . ."
Fluey shrugged as if to say "no big deal" again. Then Phyllis and
Reggie led
the Impossibles to the SSH's garage, where Mike (supposedly) had
finished the
car he was working on.
"Have you got the car ready, Mike?" Phyllis asked.
"Sure do," Mike said. He pulled off a cloth and revealed a red-orange
car, with
sort of a green wave on it. "Presentin' the Impossi-Mobile."
"Whoa!" Fluey shouted.
"What a car!" Coiley exclaimed.
"Yeah, it used to be a Cadillac," Mike said. "I souped 'er up, and gave
'er a
new paint job, and added some extra gizmos to the sucker. You can
convert this
baby to a boat, a jet, a helicopter, and a submarine. It's got an
automatic
pilot, too. You just push it and the car takes over drivin' until you
push the
button agin."
"Now that's what I call a car!" Multi shouted.
"You boys should be all set," Phyllis said. "We've set up a gig for you
guys
tonight, as a test run. Big D's going to contact you, to test out the
guitar.
Then, we'll take the Impossi-Mobile outside and test that out, as well.
To make
sure Mike got all the bugs out of it. Unlike he did the last time he
fixed a
car."
"Har, har, har, Phyllis," Mike said, sarcastically.
That night, the boys played in the SSH's auxiliary gym for some of the
agents,
in order to expose them to the rest of the agents, and to let the old
agents
see the new recruits. Not all of them were so sure three teenage boys
would be
able to handle a villain like the Siren.
"We're not putting them on the Siren case right away," Phyllis
explained to the
group. "We're taking some of you guys off the cases you're working on
now, and
giving them to the boys. Then you guys will work on the Siren case."
"If you say so, Phyllis," one of the agents replied. "Sounds pretty
kooky if
you ask me, though."
"Well, I didn't come up with the plan. Big D did, and you know whatever
he says
goes, and there's nothing we can do about it."
The agents watched The Impossibles perform. When they were done with
the song,
Coiley's guitar began to beep.
"I take it this is Big D's signal when he wants to contact us," he
said.
"Probably," Multi replied.
The TV screen on the guitar turned on, and there was Big D in his
office.
"I can see that the television inside the guitar is in working order,"
he
said. "What about the car?"
"We still have to test it, chief," Multi said. "We're about to do that
right
now."
"Good," Big D said, and then the TV screen went blank.
"Okay, men," Mike said. "Let's go test the car."
"Let's hope you got all the bugs out this time," Reggie said. Mike
punched him
in the shoulder for that remark.
"How fast does this thing go?" Coiley asked, jumping into the driver's
seat.
Multi and Fluey jumped into the car as well.
"Zero to sixty in three seconds flat," Mike said. "It can go faster
than that,
too."
"How about slower?" Multi asked.
"That, too," Mike replied. "But this is just a test run."
"Whatever you say, Mike."
Coiley started the car. Reggie and Phyllis opened the garage doors, and
the
Impossi-Mobile took off. Mike, Phyllis, and Reggie left the garage and
went to
the test track, where they were testing the car. Mike picked up the
radio.
"Lookin' good, Coiley," he said. "Convert to Impossi-Jet, now. That
should be
the red button to the left of the steerin' wheel."
"Roger, Mike," Coiley said, and he pushed the button. The car then took
to the
air. Reggie hit a button and opened the ceiling before the boys crashed
through
it.
"I hope they have their licenses!" Phyllis shouted. "Turn on the TV
screen,
Reg. I want to see where they're heading."
Reggie nodded, and turned on the screen. The Impossi-Jet was heading
for the
ocean, which is what Mike wanted.
"Okay, guys, splash down," he said. "We need you to convert to
Impossi-Sub to
make sure that works. Red button to the right."
"Roger, Mike," Coiley said, and then splashed down into the water. He
pushed
the button, and the jet converted to a submarine. It looked like it
worked with
no problems.
"Congratulations, Mike," Phyllis said. "You've finally invented a car
that
works."
"Oh, shut up," Mike replied. He picked up the radio. "Okay, guys.
Emerge,
convert back to Impossi-Jet, and jet back here."
"Roger, Mike," Coiley said, and pushed the button to convert back to
the
Impossi-Jet. Then he flew back to headquarters.
"Perfect," Mike said. "I don't think you guys will have any problems
with our
agency."
"Now for the good news," Phyllis said. "We've set up a record deal for
you
guys, as a part of your cover. I mean, who would ever suspect a rock
group to
be government agents?"
"Probably more people than you think," Mike said. "But it'll work out,
I hope."
The Impossibles looked at each other. It seemed as though nothing could
go
wrong now. The next day, Big D gave the Impossibles an overview on all
the
villains that the SSH had on file. There were some villains that they
had
tangled with more than once. After the slight briefing, the boys went
over to a
local recording studio and cut a record. Phyllis had told them they
would
probably be on the road a lot if the record went anywhere, and she said
to use
that to their advantage.
"It just may be a good way to look for the crooks we're after," she
said.
"Sounds like a plan to me," Coiley said.
"Just be prepared to be called at any time, via guitar. When you're
called, you
have to drop everything and get on the case. That's one of SSH's
rules."
"No problem, Phyllis," Multi said. "We'll be able to handle
everything."
"I don't doubt it, guys," Phyllis said.
Within a few days, the Impossibles' first record was out in the stores,
and it
was a big smash. Teenage girls heard it on the radio and then rushed to
the
stores to get copies of it. Public demanded another record, so the boys
went
into the studio to record one. The moment they were finished recording,
Coiley's guitar started beeping.
"It must be Big D," he said. "He probably has a case for us."
"Correct, boys," Big D said, coming onto the screen. "There has been a
robbery
at the Megatropolis First National Bank. It looks like the work of the
Fly."
"The Fly?" Fluey asked.
"I think he was one of the crooks in the case files Big D showed us the
other
day," Multi said.
"That's right," Big D said. "Your job is to apprehend the Fly and bring
him
in."
"Gotcha, chief!" Coiley said.
Within minutes, the singing Impossibles turned into the crime fighting
Impossibles. They jumped into the Impossi-Mobile and took off down the
street.
"Rally ho!" Coiley cried out.
"Rally what?!" Fluey asked.
"Rally ho," Coiley repeated. "I figure if Superman can shout out 'up,
up, and
away' whenever he takes off, we could have our own battle cry."
"I can dig that," Multi said. "But why 'Rally ho'?"
"It was the first thing that popped into my head."
Multi and Fluey nodded. They liked it, so they went along with it. The
boys
converted to Impossi-Jet and took to the air, since they remembered
from the
briefing that The Fly had a hideout at the top of a mountain. The boys
parked
the car and headed inside the Fly's hideout. He was counting the money
he had
stolen from the bank.
"Two thousand one, two thousand two, two thousand three . . . ." he
counted.
"Hold it right there, Fly!" Coiley shouted.
"We know you robbed the Megatropolis First National Bank," Fluey said.
"And you know crime doesn't pay," Multi replied. "So give yourself up!"
"I don't know who you jokers are, but you'll never catch me!" the Fly
shouted.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Fly!" Coiley shouted. Then he sprang
into
action, as it were. "Rally ho!"
Coiley bounced forward, and stretched his arm out. He punched the Fly
right in
the nose.
"Ow!" The Fly shouted. "Hey! You can't do that to me!"
"Maybe he can't, but I can!" Fluey shouted. "Rally ho-ho!"
Fluey turned into water and practically flew towards the Fly, punching
him in
the nose again. The Fly stared at the two of them and then gulped.
"That's impossible!" he shouted. "I'm getting out of here!"
With that, the Fly grabbed his money and made a retreat for the door.
Luckily,
Multi blocked him off.
"You're not going anywhere, Fly!" he shouted.
"Oh yeah? What can you do about it?" the Fly asked.
"Plenty," Multi replied. "Rally ho!"
With that, Multi multiplied and surrounded the Fly. He was trapped.
"Ho boy," he said.
"You're surrounded, Fly!" Multi shouted. "Give up!"
The Fly gave up. He was too confused about what had happened, and he
figured it
wasn't worth it. The Impossibles contacted Big D and told him that they
had
caught the Fly.
"Excellent work, boys," Big D said. "I can see I made the right choice
in
hiring you for the Secret Security Headquarters."
The Impossibles signed off, went out to the Impossi-Jet, and took off,
back to
headquarters.
"Rally ho!" the three of them shouted.

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