AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another Camp Monkee Mallard fanfic rehash, to fit the Impossibles. What can I say? Some of the stuff I once wrote for CMM works for these, too. Anyway, as always, the Impossibles and Big D belong to Hanna-Barbera. Anyone else you encounter is mine.


It was a Monday night, and all was quiet in the streets of New Orleans, Louisiana. Almost. One jewelry store was locking up for the night, turning on the security system for their most prized possession, the Mardi Gras Pearls, the most expensive pearl necklace in the world. They were called the Mardi Gras Pearls, because they bore a striking resemblance to Mardi Gras beads, which is what two crooks counted on.

One of the crooks was a woman with long, blond hair in ringlets of curls. The other was a tall man with dark brown hair and large sideburns. Both were wearing traditional Mardi Gras masks. They had a string of Mardi Gras beads with them, which were identical to the necklace. All they had to do was sneak inside the store without triggering the alarm.

"I'll have this lock jimmied in two shakes," the man of them said.

"Good," the woman said. "We can't afford any slip ups."

The man nodded, and opened the door. The two of them slipped inside the store. The woman took the strand of beads and switched them with the Mardi Gras Pearls as fast as she could, so she didn't set off the alarm. Then the two crooks fled the scene of the crime, as if nothing happened. Then they hightailed it to their hideout, which was a store that sold Mardi Gras party supplies, including beads, masks, costumes, and decorations.

"I tell you, Jack," the girl said. "These pearls are gonna make us rich!"

"You said it, Nanette," Jack replied. "Better go put 'em in a safe place."

"Right."

Nanette took the pearls and placed them with various other Mardi Gras items so they wouldn't look suspicious. Early the next morning, there was a knock on the front door of the store.

"We're not open until ten," Nanette said.

"Yeah, I know," Jack said. "I'll get rid of 'em."

Jack walked over to the front of the store and opened the window shade. He found three teenage boys standing in front of the door, waiting to get inside. One was a short, chubby blond, another a tall redhead with hair that hung in his face, concealing his eyes, and the third was medium height with black hair. All three of them were wearing the same outfit, consisting of a purple jacket over a bright green turtleneck, red pants, and black boots. The boys also carried guitar cases, and a small, brown and white puppy was sitting by the redhead. It happened to be the Impossibles.

"Go away, we're closed!" Jack shouted. "Come back at ten!"

"We can't," Coiley said. "We're the Impossibles."

"Yeah, we're performing in the Mardi Gras parade today," Multi replied. "The parade director told us to pick up our costumes and stuff here at seven thirty."

"And it's seven thirty now," Fluey replied.

"Oh the Impossibles," Jack said. "Yeah, I forgot about you guys. Come in."

Jack opened the door, and the Impossibles walked inside, looking around the place. Skittles began sniffing around, and she gave Jack an odd look. There was something about him she didn't like.

"Nice place you got here," Coiley said.

"Thanks," Jack said. "Stay here. I'll get the stuff."

Jack walked over to the back room. Nanette walked out to the front and saw the three boys, looking around the store. Her cheeks began to turn red with anger and she stormed towards the store room.

"I thought you were going to get rid of them!" she hissed at Jack.

"Those guys are the Impossibles," Jack said. "Remember? Some guy called and asked us to supply costumes and junk for this musical act for the Mardi Gras parade today? And we told them to come by at seven thirty?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about them. Well, get them their stuff and get them out of here! We can't have them walking in and finding the pearls!"

Jack nodded, and took a box of stuff out to the front. He handed it to Fluey.

"It's all there," he said.

"Thanks," Fluey replied, looking through the box. "Come on guys, let's split."

The boys then left the store, dying to go through the box. Jack shut the door, locked it, and pulled down the blinds.

"Close one," he said.

"No kidding," Nanette replied. "I'll go get the pearls. We've got to beat it before the cops show up."

"Right."

Jack and Nanette walked into the store room in order to look for the pearls. Imagine their surprise when they couldn't find them!

"Where are they?!" Nanette shouted.

"They were right here!" Jack yelled.

"Where?!"

"Back here somewhere! I just don't know where! But I know I put them back here."

"Yeah, but where?!"

"I don't know!"

"Think, Jack! What did you do with them last night?"

"Well, last night, I came in here, and I threw them inside a box."

"Inside a box . . . . . Jack, you didn't throw 'em in the box I just gave to those guys . . . . did you?"

"Uhhh . . . . . you know what? I think I did."

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?!"

"I forgot what box I stuck 'em in until now!"

"Let's not panic. Let's think about this in a logical way. We've got to get those pearls back. Follow me."

Jack shrugged and followed Nanette out the back door. Luckily, she knew who to turn to in a case like this.