In the coming weeks, the Impossibles recorded songs, and became one of
the
hottest acts in the rock and roll industry. Teenage girls loved them.
When they
weren't playing gigs or recording, they stopped criminals and crusaded
against
crime. They were the best agents that the SSH ever had! They caught the
criminals in record time. The media was all over them, siting them the
best
crime-fighters since Superman and Batman. They couldn't be ignored. And
quite
frankly, they weren't. In fact, the Siren was watching the six o' clock
news
that night in her mountain castle hideaway. She found it hard to
believe that
three teenage boys would even be capable of sending some pretty
notorious bad
guys to jail. She had a feeling they'd be on her tail any minute.
"If I'm to gain a million dollars with Professor McDonald's formula,
I'd better
dispose of the Impossibles first," she said, turning off her
television. "And
that's not going to be easy. However, like most villains, I have a
diabolical
plot."
The Siren walked down the hall of her castle, and opened the door to
another
room labeled "The Serenes." Inside the room were three teenage girls: a
blonde,
a brunette, and a redhead. They were an all girl group, trained by the
Siren,
her hench-girls. One was named Natalie. She had short blond hair in
pigtails
tied with black bows. She wore an oversized brownish-yellow and white
striped
tank top, a yellow-green mini-skirt, and black go-go boots. She was
laying on
her bed, head hanging over the side, and reading a teen magazine, an
article
featuring the singing Impossibles, in fact. Another was named Cindy.
Her jet-
black hair was cut in a bob style. She wore a dark pink tank top, white
bell-
bottoms, black flats, and a dark pink headband in her hair. She was
sitting at
her vanity, brushing her hair. The third was named Shawn. She had long
red
hair, usually held in a ponytail. She wore a large light blue shirt
with long
bell sleeves, dark blue pants, and black flats. She was sitting in
front of her
own vanity, putting on make-up.
"Ah, my lovely girls," the Siren said. "Guess what? I have a job for
you."
The Serenes squealed. They jumped up and ran over to the Siren.
"We really get to go out and have some fun?" Shawn, who was the lead
singer,
asked.
"Of course," the Siren said. Then she eyed Natalie's magazine, and
noticed the
cover. "What are those?"
"The Impossibles," Natalie said, handing the Siren her magazine.
"They're just
the coolest!"
"Hmm," the Siren said. "The Impossibles. But that's impossible! The
Impossibles
are crime fighters! Not rock singers! But still . . . . there is
something
familiar about this band. Girls, bring me my pens."
The girls then brought a bunch of colored pens to the Siren. She ripped
a page
out of Natalie's magazine and began drawing on it, trying to figure
something
out. That's when it hit her.
"Of course," she said. "Those Impossibles disguise themselves as a rock
band.
This is too perfect. I know the perfect thing that will get rid of
them. And
you, my pretties, you will have the honor of detaining them. Now here's
what
we're going to do."
The Siren brought the Serenes close to her and told them her diabolical
plan.
At that moment, the Impossibles were walking down the street, enjoying
a slight
break. They passed a malt shop, and caught the attention of a couple of
teenage
girls inside.
"Look!" one cried. "It's the Impossibles!"
Nearly all the teenage girls inside the malt shop screamed, and dashed
outside.
Coiley, Multi, and Fluey noticed all of them, and began to run.
"Let's get out of here!" Multi shouted.
"If they catch us, they're tear us to pieces!" Coiley yelled.
"Yeah!" Fluey shouted. "In fact, that doesn't sound so bad."
"Then you stay and talk to them!" Coiley said.
Fluey looked back at the crowd of girls, which had snowballed. He
picked up his
pace and ran off as fast as he could, along with Multi and Coiley.
Teenage
girls are the most dangerous thing to a rock and roll singer. The boys
ducked
behind an alley, and the girls ran past them, not even noticing the
boys
ditched them.
"That was a close one," Coiley said.
"Too close," Multi said. "That's the third time this week we've been
mobbed by
teenage girls."
"Yeah, and it's only Monday," Fluey replied.
At that moment, Coiley's guitar began to beep.
"Uh oh," he said. "Big D is calling us."
"Calling all Impossibles," Big D said. "Return to Headquarters
immediately."
"What's the matter, chief?" Multi asked.
"I'll explain when you arrive," Big D said, and then the screen blanked
out.
The boys looked at each other and then headed for the Impossi-Mobile to
get
back to the SSH. They made it in under ten minutes.
"What's the matter, chief?" Fluey asked. "We've never been called like
this
before."
"I know," Big D said. "I'm about to give you boys the biggest
assignment of
your careers."
"You're going on the Siren case," Phyllis said.
"The Siren case?" Coiley asked.
"I thought that'd be solved a long time ago!" Fluey shouted.
"So did I," Multi said.
"We know," Big D said. "But none of our agents have been able to handle
the
Siren."
"We figured you three would be perfect for the job," Phyllis said. "To
handle
the Siren, you have to do the impossible. And you Impossibles
definitely do the
impossible."
"But are you sure you want us on this case?" Coiley asked.
"Positive," Big D said.
The Impossibles looked at each other. They knew the Siren was tricky,
so they
would have to be on alert. That night, however, they were asked to
judge a band
contest at a local teen club. Mike, Phyllis, and Reggie went with them.
"My intuition tells me that the Siren's gonna show up at that contest,"
Mike
said. "Probably pullin' a small potato robbery, like she does every now
and
again."
"We'll just have to keep our eyes open," Coiley said.
"I don't think that's going to be a problem," Multi replied.
The contest started at eight. About half an hour into the program, the
last
group came up on the stage, The Serenes. They wore dresses similar to
the
Chiffons, or the Shirelles, and were singing the Toy's "Lover's
Concerto." The
Impossibles were hooked.
"Wow," Coiley said.
"Double wow," Multi replied.
"I'd even go as far as to say triple wow," Fluey said.
The Serenes were a big hit. Everybody in the audience was hooked by the
melodic
voice of Shawn, standing in the middle of the girls, singing the song,
and
dancing a little to the beat, as were Natalie and Cindy. In fact, this
was part
of the Siren's plan, in her diabolical plot, in which she called
Mission
Impossibles. In fact, she was using her amulet then and there to
attract
everyone's attention to Shawn's singing voice. Once the Serenes were
done with
their song, the Impossibles had a quick conference about the results of
the
contest.
"Those girls are the winners, hands down," Coiley said. "But I can't
help
feeling the Siren's going to show up any minute."
At that moment, the Siren jumped out on stage, laughing evilly.
"Okay, everybody," she said. "This is a stick up! Do as I say, or I may
be
forced to do bodily harm to these three girls up here."
"It's the Siren," Multi said. "Come on, fellas. This is where we come
in."
"Right, Multi!" Coiley and Fluey shouted in unison. The boys ducked
under the
table, and emerged in their crime fighting costumes.
"Rally ho!" they cried, running onto the stage. They stood in front of
the
Serenes, facing the Siren.
"The jig is up, Siren!" Coiley shouted. "We're wise to you!"
"So you'd better give up," Multi said.
"Heh, heh," the Siren laughed. "You boys don't know what you're getting
into.
It's impossible to defeat the Siren."
"Nothing's impossible for the Impossibles!" Fluey shouted. He was about
to
charge the Siren when Cindy grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him
towards
her.
"Oh, Fluid Man, you're my hero!" she shouted, and gave him a kiss on
the lips.
When she let go, Fluey looked like he was in a trance. Steam came out
of his
ears.
"Rally ho-ho!" he shouted, and then melted into a puddle on the floor.
Multi
and Coiley looked at him.
"Well, he's out," Coiley said.
"I guess some girls do that to a guy," Multi replied.
"Don't worry, I'll handle the Siren!"
Coiley was about to bounce into action, when Natalie took his hand.
"You're just so brave, Coil Man," she said, and she kissed him. When
she let
go, Coiley looked like he was in the same trance as Fluey had been in.
"Rally ho!" he shouted, springing into the air, and actually going
through the
roof!
"Et tu, Coil Man?" Multi asked, looking at the hole in the ceiling.
Coiley had
practically gone into orbit, thanks to Natalie's kiss!
"Well, looks like it's up to me," Multi said.
"Be careful, Multi Man!" Shawn shouted. "It could be dangerous, if she
gets
both your images and you, the original!"
"Don't worry," Multi said. "They always miss the original."
"I'm so glad."
Shawn leaned over and kissed Multi, just like Natalie and Cindy had.
Once she
let go, Multi had the same tranced look on his face, as Coiley and
Fluey.
"Rally ho!" he shouted, and then multiplied. When he multiplied, he and
his
duplicates drilled through the floor.
"So much for the Impossibles," the Siren said. She held up her amulet.
The
strangest singing came out of it just then, putting everybody in the
club in a
trance. Then the Siren and the Serenes went around the club, taking
everybody's
valuables. Once they left, everyone was broken out of their trances,
not
realizing what had happened.
"What happened?" Reggie asked.
"I think the Siren got away," Mike said. He turned to the Impossibles,
who had
just got their wits back.
"Guys, what happened?" Phyllis asked.
"I don't know," Coiley said.
"The Siren got away," Multi said, realizing what happened.
"Rats," Fluey said. "I'll say one thing though. Those girls pack one
heck of a
punch!"
"I'll say!" Multi shouted.
Coiley agreed with both of them. Mike, Reggie, and Phyllis looked at
each other
and sighed, not really knowing what to say about this. The Impossibles
would
just have to try again, but that wasn't going to be easy. The next
night, the
Serenes were performing at a local teen club. The Impossibles decided
to check
it out, since they had disappeared when the Siren had. They had entered
the
club in their superhero costumes, so as not to be mobbed by the teenage
girls
(not a lot of girls realized that the rock band and the crime busters
were the
same group). Anyway, the Serenes were up on stage, performing "A
Lover's
Concerto" again. Most the kids in the room just sat and watched,
instead of
dance like they usually do when a group is performing.
"There's something funny about those girls," Multi said.
"Yeah, man," Fluey said. "I can't put my finger on what it is, though."
"I think we'd better talk to those girls," Coiley said.
Multi and Fluey agreed. The Serenes finished their number and walked
off the
stage. The Impossibles blocked them off.
"Hold it a minute, girls," Multi said. "We need to talk."
"What do you want to talk to little old us about?" Shawn asked, batting
her
long eyelashes at Multi. He sort of gulped and just stood there.
"Well . . . . uhh . . . ." he stammered. "Uhh . . . . that is . . . ."
"Hey Casanova," Fluey said, nudging Multi in the ribs. "Suck it up.
We're on
the job."
"Girls, do you know anything about the Siren?" Coiley asked, since it
was
obvious Multi wasn't going to talk. Not while staring at Shawn, at
least.
"The Siren?" Natalie asked. "Why would we know anything about the
Siren?"
"We don't know anything," Cindy said. "We're just a rock group."
"You sure you don't know anything?" Fluey asked.
"Well . . . ." Shawn said. "There is one thing we might know."
"What is it?" Multi asked.
"She hides out on a mountain top castle. It's outside the city. Way
out. At
least, that's what I've heard."
"Well, that's a good enough lead. Come on, fellas. Thanks for the tip,
girls!"
With that, the Impossibles ran out of the club and headed for the
Impossi-
Mobile to check out the mountains. The Serenes watched them go,
giggled, and
then gave each other five. Cindy took a compact out of her purse and
opened it.
"Serenes calling the Siren," she said. "The Impossibles took the bait."
"They're heading for the hide out right now," Natalie said.
"Excellent," the Siren said. "Now you know what to do. Come back here,
and wait
for the boys. Then, we'll put phase two of my plan into action."
"Gotcha, boss," Shawn said. "Let's go, girls."
The Serenes went out back to their jet, and took off in the direction
of The
Siren's castle. The Siren turned off her computer system and walked
down to her
dungeon, where she was keeping Jerry. He was inside a cell, wrists
chained to
the wall.
"I hope you've decided to give me that formula," the Siren said.
"You gotta be kidding me!" Jerry shouted. "I'll never give you my
formula, you
witch!"
"Well, I hope you realize, Professor, that if I don't get the formula,
you're
never seeing sunlight again."
"Do your worst, Siren, but I'm never surrendering the formula, and even
if you
hypnotize me, I'd still never give it to you!"
"We'll see about that."
The Siren walked off. By that time, the Impossibles had landed the
Impossi-Jet
and looked up at the castle.
"This must be it," Coiley said. "Come on, fellas."
The boys then ran through the front gates of the castle.
"Rally ho!" they shouted.
Once they were inside, they found three tunnels. They could lead to
anywhere in
the castle.
"Which way do we go?" Fluey asked.
"We'd better split up," Multi said. "We'll cover more ground that way."
"Good thinking, Multi," Coiley said.
"Rally ho!" the three shouted in unison, and then ran through the
tunnels.
This was part of the Siren's plan. She had to separate the boys before
the
Serenes could do their dirty work. She was watching the three boys as
they
walked through her tunnels.
"All right, girls," she said. "This is it. Go for it."
Cindy, Natalie, and Shawn nodded, and then headed for the tunnels.
Coiley
bounced along, looking around, trying to figure out where the tunnel
ended up.
He bounced past Natalie, who was sitting on a rock in the tunnel. She
watched
him go and then whistled.
"Hey, what's the hurry?" she asked. Coiley stopped, and turned around.
"Natalie, what are you doing here?" he asked, bouncing back.
"Oh, nothin'. Just hanging around."
"But what about the Siren? Isn't she here?"
"Yeah, but she's very tricky. She can just pop in and out everywhere,
you know.
But I know she couldn't fool you, Coiley. I mean, of all three
Impossibles,
you're the smartest."
"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah! Not only are you the smartest, but you're the brains behind
the whole
team. You play lead guitar, you sing lead . . . ."
"Hold it. How'd you know that we were a rock band?"
"Uhh . . . . me and the girls saw you guys change that night at the
band
contest."
"Oh."
"Anyway, you hold the Impossibles together. Without you, they're
nothing. After
all, you're the one who gets them out of trouble. As a matter of fact,
The
Impossibles would be nothing without you."
"Well, I don't know . . . . ."
"No doubt about it, Coiley. You're the smartest, the bravest, the
cutest, and
the most powerful. The other two would be nothing without you."
With that, Natalie stepped forward and kissed Coiley then and there.
Coiley
sort of stood there when she let go, not quite knowing what to say
about what
just happened. But he began to think about what Natalie had told him,
and began
to bounce out of the tunnel.
"She's right," he said. "I'm the leader. I do most of the driing. It's
my
guitar that the TV screen is in. There'd be no Impossibles if it
weren't for
me!"
Part five