The next day, Mike was still hammering out dents from the
Impossi-Mobile. Fluey
walked inside, carrying his guitar. Reggie had managed to fix it first,
since
it was the smallest, and didn't have any technical doo dads in it.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Hammerin' out dents from your car," Mike said. "What's it look like?"
"I wouldn't waste my time," Fluey replied. "I've ditched Coiley and
Multi. I'm
going solo, and that means I'm going solo as a crime fighter, too. I
need a
favor."
"Okay, shoot." Mike threw his sledgehammer aside.
"I need some wheels."
"Yeah, that's why I'm fixin' the Impossi-Mobile."
"Forget the Impossi-Mobile, Mike! What I want is a motorcycle!"
"A motorcycle?! Fluey, are you crazy?! You're only sixteen! You could
get
killed!"
"Mike, I've been fighting crime for nearly a year now, and I have been
hit with
nearly every weapon known to man. I don't think a motorcycle could kill
me!"
"Well . . . . all right. I'll rig up a motorcycle for you."
"Great. Here's basically an overview of what I want."
Fluey handed Mike a list, and then ran off in order to talk to Reggie
about
putting a TV screen in his guitar. Mike looked at the list and sighed.
"Fine," he said. "He wants it to convert into a flyin' motorcycle. I
can do
that, sure. Don't see how I can find time to work on the
Impossi-Mobile,
though."
"You won't have time for that," Multi said, coming into the room. "I
figured if
the Impossibles were breaking up, I could have some wheels of my own."
"Let me guess. You want a motorcycle."
"Nah, I'm not that daring. I want something similar to the
Impossi-Mobile, but
more compact."
"Like a mini-Impossi-Mobile?"
"Exactly."
"All right. Fine. I'll get workin' on it just as soon as I get done
with
Fluey's motorcycle."
"Can't you work on mine first?"
"It's a first come, first serve basis, Multi."
Multi shrugged, and left. Mike sighed and walked over to his "hanger."
He
brought out an old motorcycle that one of the SSH's other agents
wrecked while
hunting some criminal or another. He took out his trusty monkey wrench
and
began to take it apart. As he was doing that, Coiley walked into the
room.
"Mike, can I ask a favor?" he asked.
"You want your own set of wheels, too," Mike said, not looking up from
the
bike.
"How'd you guess?"
"Fluey and Multi were in here and they wanted the same thing. Look,
Coiley, I'd
be happy to rig somethin' up for you, but it's goin' to take awhile."
"Yeah, first come, first serve, I know."
"What do you want? Your own car?"
"No."
"A motorcycle?"
"Nope. A compact jet."
"A jet?!"
"Yeah, a jet."
"Coiley . . . . . look, man, I don't know if I have the equipment to
build a
jet. Much less the spare parts!"
"Can't you take some confiscated villain vehicles and use the parts
from
those?"
"I suppose I could. But . . . ."
"Thanks, Mike! You're the greatest!"
Coiley ran off after that. Mike groaned and slapped his hand to his
forehead.
"I got my work cut out for me," he said, and then continued to work on
the
bike.
Reggie in the meantime, was rigging up a little something for both
Multi and
Fluey. They happened to be in Reggie's lab at the same time, trying to
avoid
each other.
"Okay guys," Reggie said. "I know you broke up and both of you needed
to be in
contact with Big D, so I'm giving you some gadgets."
"Great," Multi said.
"For you, Multi, I placed a TV screen in the neck of your guitar like
Coiley's," Reggie replied, handing Multi the guitar. "You have complete
access
to Big D that way."
"Great," Multi said, smiling. "Now Coiley can't brag about him being
the only
one with a TV in his guitar!"
"Big deal," Fluey said. "And I suppose you put a TV in my guitar, too,
Reggie?"
"I couldn't," Reggie said. "You're guitar is too small."
"Ha, ha!" Multi laughed. "You have no contact with Big D now!"
"I didn't say that," Reggie said. He picked up what looked like a
watch. "I
created a wrist TV out of a wrist watch."
"A wrist watch TV?" Multi asked.
"Ha, ha, ha," Fluey said. "Talk about original, Multi. You and Coiley
have
guitars, I have a wrist TV."
Fluey immediately put the watch on his wrist, and took off. Multi
looked at
Reggie.
"Why'd you have to give him something different?" he asked.
"I would've put it in his guitar, but his guitar is too small," Reggie
said,
shrugging.
"That's justice for you," Multi grumbled. He left the lab. As he was
walking
out, Coiley was walking in, in order to pick up his guitar.
"Watch where you're going, Mop Top," he said.
"You watch where I'm walking, Fatso," Multi said.
Reggie sighed and massaged his forehead.
"It's going to be a long day," he said.
After awhile, the Impossibles were called into Big D's office. Phyllis
had told
them they were fighting, and he wanted to know what started it.
"You boys are supposed to be a team," he said.
"Yeah, well, I don't want to be a team anymore," Coiley said.
"Right," Multi and Fluey said in unison. Then they turned to each other
and
glared. "Stop doing that! You started it! I did not, you did! Shut up,
will
you?!"
"Both of you shut up!" Coiley shouted.
"Don't tell me to shut up!" Fluey shouted.
"Fluey, just for once, shut up," Multi said. "I'm sick of listening to
you run
that big mouth of yours!"
"Oh shut your own trap, Multi!" Fluey yelled.
"Shut up!" Coiley yelled.
"No, you shut up!" Multi yelled.
"No, you shut up!" Coiley shouted.
"They've been arguing non stop since last night," Phyllis said, with a
shrug. "I'm sorry, chief, I don't know what to do."
"I don't know how it happened," Big D said. "But they're just going to
have to
make the best of the situation. I can't take them off the Siren case
now."
"Then just take Multi and Fluey off, Big D," Coiley said. "I can handle
the
Siren."
"Yeah right," Fluey said. "I'm more competent than Chubby over here. I
can take
the Siren any day."
"He's got water on the brain if he thinks that!" Multi shouted. "Let me
go
after the Siren, chief."
Big D and Phyllis glanced at each other. They decided not to take any
of them
off the case. They would just have to try to remember that they were a
team,
but that was easier said than done. The Impossibles left the room and
went
their separate ways. After awhile, Mike called them into the garage.
"Okay, you guys wanted your own wheels," he said. "So here you go."
Mike opened a curtain and revealed a green and blue motorcycle, a red
and black
car, and a purple jet.
"I color coordinated them for you," he replied. "I gotta tell you, I
staid up
all night on these things. Now if there's nothin' else you want from
me, I have
to fix the Impossi-Mobile."
The Impossibles didn't say anything. They didn't even thank Mike for
his hard
work. They just boarded their new vehicles and took off. They didn't
even make
contact with each other for the rest of the day. Fluey parked his
motorcycle
outside the malt shop and began practicing his guitar. Multi drove
around town,
parking behind the school's football field and worked on his own songs.
Coiley
flew his jet to the city park and practiced there.
In the meantime, the Siren was preparing the final step in Mission
Impossibles.
She and the Serenes stood in her control room, planning everything out.
"I'm going into town and snatch some supplies," she said. "Professor
McDonald
will need them to mix the formula. That will also lead the Impossibles
here.
Your job, girls, is to wait in the three tunnels, and lead them to me."
"What are you going to do once they're inside, Siren?" Shawn asked.
"That's my little secret," the Siren said. "You just get them here."
The Serenes nodded and took their places in the tunnel. The Siren
laughed and
hopped in her own jet and took off towards the city. She broke into
State U and
began gathering chemicals, test tubes, flasks, and the like. As she was
gathering her material, Professor Questology entered the room.
"You!" he shouted.
"You got that right, doc," the Siren said. "That formula's going to
make me a
rich woman! See you around, Pops!"
The Siren took her supplies and headed for her jet. Then she took to
the air,
blasting off. Professor Questology watched her go, and then picked up
the
phone. He called the SSH right away.
"I need the Impossibles!" he shouted. "The Siren was just here!"
"We'll do what we can, professor," Phyllis said. She hung up the phone
and then
buzzed Big D. "The Siren's struck again, boss. We need the
Impossibles."
"All right," Big D said.
At the moment, Coiley's guitar began to beep. He stopped strumming
immediately.
"What do you need, chief?" he asked.
"The Siren has struck again," Big D replied.
"I'm on it!"
Coiley hopped into his jet and turned on the turbo speed. When he did
that, he
changed into his superhero costume and was off.
"Rally ho!" he called.
Then, Big D buzzed Multi on his guitar.
"The Siren is on the loose," he said. "Go after her."
"You got it, Big D," Multi said, and he put his car into turbo drive,
and
changed into his own costume.
"Rally ho!" he cried.
Next, Big D got in touch with Fluey on his wrist TV.
"I need you to go after the Siren," he said. "The world's safety
depends on
it."
"Gotcha, chief!" Fluey shouted, and started up his bike. He took off
and
changed into his costume as well.
"Rally ho-ho!" he shouted.
The three Impossibles were off. And wouldn't you know, they arrived at
the
exact same time.
"What are you doing here?" all three asked at the exact same time. "Big
D
called me to stop the Siren."
"Oh he did, did he?" Coiley asked. "Well, sorry, fellas, but I'm
handling this
job!"
"Fat chance," Multi said. "This one's mine!"
"You're both out of luck!" Fluey shouted. "This job's mine!"
"Rally ho!" the three of them shouted, and dashed through separate
tunnels.
Coiley bounced along as fast as he could. He ran into Natalie.
"Coiley, I'm so glad I found you!" she shouted. "The Siren's here, and
she's
going to force Professor McDonald to mix up his formula! Quick, I know
a
shortcut!"
"Lead the way, Natalie!" Coiley shouted, and he followed Natalie down
the
tunnel.
Fluey practically soared through the tunnel with the power of a river.
Cindy
grabbed his hand as he went flying by her.
"This way, Fluey!" she shouted. "I know a shortcut!"
"Hey, great, Cindy!" Fluey said.
Cindy led Fluey up a flight of stairs behind the wall. Multi was
running down
the third tunnel, when he ran into Shawn, literally. Both of them fell
to the
ground.
"Sorry, Multi," she said, standing up. "But I have to tell you
something. It's
the Siren. She's . . . . ."
"Is she here?" Multi asked.
"Well, yes, but . . . ."
"Where?"
"In her lab, down that way. But I have to warn you . . . ."
"Thanks, Shawn!"
"But Multi!"
Too late. Multi was long gone. Shawn followed him down the passage
anyway. She
just had to warn him that a trap was in store for him, Fluey, and
Coiley. The
six arrived at the lab, and looked around.
"This has got to be the Siren's lab," Fluey said.
"You're perceptive, Fluid Man," the Siren said, coming into the
lab. "Perceptive, but stupid. You fools fell right into my trap!"
"Trap?!" Coiley shouted.
"Of course," the Siren said. "My little girls fooled you into coming to
my lab.
Now I have you where I want you."
"What do you mean your girls?" Multi asked.
"The Serenes, of course," the Siren laughed. "You didn't honestly think
they
really liked you, did you?"
"Our job was to turn you against each other," Cindy said. "And it
worked!"
"You mean you didn't really like us?" Coiley asked.
"Get real!" Natalie shouted. "You guys are just freaks of nature!"
"It was all just a trick?" Fluey asked.
"And you saps fell for it!" Cindy laughed.
The Impossibles looked at each other and then glared at the Siren.
"I think it's time for a little teamwork, fellas," Coiley said.
"Right, Coiley!" Multi and Fluey shouted in unison.
"Rally ho!" Coiley shouted, and charged the Siren and the Serenes. The
Siren
was prepared, though. She took her amulet and zapped Coiley with it.
Immediately, his clothes changed back to his rock and roller costume.
He fell
to the ground after that happened.
"Hey, what happened?" Coiley asked.
"Don't worry, Coiley, I'll get her," Fluey said, and turned into water
in order
to charge the Siren. "Rally ho-ho!"
The Siren laughed and aimed her amulet at Fluey. She zapped him, and
the same
thing that happened to Coiley happened to him, too. He crashed to the
ground.
Then it was Multi's turn.
"Rally ho!" he shouted, multiplying.
"Child's play," the Siren said. She held her amulet and zapped all the
Multi
Men, including the original. His costume changed, and he crashed right
into
Coiley and Fluey. All three of them were confused as could be.
"What just happened?" Fluey asked.
"Yeah, what did she do?" Coiley asked.
"I stole your powers!" the Siren shouted. "The super Impossibles aren't
so
super anymore! Get them, girls!"
Cindy, Natalie, and Shawn jumped on the boys, in order to subdue them.
The
Impossibles couldn't fight back, because of their morals. They couldn't
bring
themselves to hit girls, so quickly, the three of them were tied
together back
to back.
"Excellent, girls," the Siren said. "Now, we'll dispose of them."
The Impossibles were taken to the Siren's torture chamber. They were
thrown
down a large hole, and then chained to the wall by their wrists. The
three of
them looked up at the Siren and the Serenes.
"What are you gonna do with us?" Multi asked.
"I'm so glad you asked, Multi Man," the Siren said. "Since you three
are
powerless, I had a hard time deciding on what exactly to do with you.
So I
decided to throw you into my sewer drain, and turn the water on to full
blast,
and I've taken the liberty in plugging the drain, which can only be
unplugged
by the switch up here with me."
"So you're planning on drowning us," Fluey said.
"I hope you boys can hold your breath for a long time!" the Siren
shouted. "Okay, Shawnie! Turn on the water!"
Shawn hesitated for a minute. She hadn't said much during this whole
time.
Multi looked at her.
"Shawn, don't!" he shouted. "I know you're not like them! You're not
evil like
the rest of them!"
"Don't listen to him, Shawnie," the Siren said. "He's a rock and
roller. Rock
and roller just break hearts."
"Please Shawn! Don't do it!"
"Do it, Shawn. He'll just break your heart."
Shawn took a deep breath and grabbed the lever.
"I'm sorry, Multi," she whispered, and yanked.
Water came out of the pipes and an alarmingly fast rate. Multi was
crushed.
Shawn couldn't even look at him. She just followed the Siren, Natalie,
and
Cindy out of the room. They had work to do.
"I can't believe it," Multi said. "I thought she really liked me."
"She was evil, Multi," Coiley said. "They all were."
"I can't believe we fell for it," Fluey said.
"Well, how are we going to get out of here?" Multi asked.
"I don't know," Fluey said. Then he sighed. "If we still had our
powers, I'd be
able to slip out of these chains in no time, and then turn off the
water. But I
can't."
"We're just going to have to face it," Coiley said. "The Siren has done
the
impossible by defeating The Impossibles."
The boys didn't say much after that. They didn't know what to do. The
water was
rising too fast.

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