AUTHOR'S NOTE: Introducing another new character in this one. Her name is Danalleah Critch, who is the daughter of the Impossibles' foe, Cronella Critch the Tricky Witch (which was one of my favorite episodes of the original cartoon). As always, The Impossibles, Big D, and Cronella Critch, are HB's, everyone else is mine.
It was just a normal, October day in the suburbs of Megatropolis. Or as normal as it could possibly get in the home Mathilda Templeton. Mathilda (or "Tillie" for short) was sitting in her kitchen, trying to enjoy a good cup of tea, but it was difficult, as there was a ton of noise coming from her attic. It had been going on for about half an hour now. The thing was, the local community center was holding a Halloween party, and the Impossibles had been asked to perform, but they (and their friends Shawn and FG) had to find costumes. So they decided to hit the home of Fluey's "aunt." Fluey uses the term loosely because Tillie was not his real aunt, but his guardian before the whole chemistry class accident that gave him, Multi, and Coiley super powers.
"Your aunt sure has got a lot of great stuff in here," Shawn said.
"Yeah, she used to be a costume designer for a movie company," Fluey replied, pulling a Dracula cape out of a trunk, and trying it on. "Hey, not bad. I wonder if Aunt Tillie's got any fangs to go with this?"
"While you're looking for fangs," FG said, putting on a pair of black cat ears. "See if you can find the tail that goes with these ears."
"I don't get why we just can't go as our superhero identities," Coiley said.
"It'd be too obvious," Fluey said, shrugging. "People'll start getting the connection."
"They're already starting to get the connection," Multi said, pulling a plastic pirate cutlass from the trunk, and then waving it around.
"Oooh, I've got the perfect dress I can wear with this hat!" Shawn shouted, grabbing a black witch's hat from the trunk.
"Come on, Coiley," FG said, digging for the cat's tail in the trunk. "This is supposed to be fun."
"All right," Coiley said. "Let's see what your aunt's got in here."
As the five-some was digging through the old trunk, things were brewing in the woods outside of Megatropolis. Literally. In an old, run down house, a black cat stood over a bubbling cauldron, stirring the contents inside of it.
"Meow," she said. "Once I finish my witch's brew, I'll turn back to my old self. I can't wait seven years for this spell to wear off!"
The cat climbed up to the edge of the cauldron, and began lapping up the contents. Then, she jumped down from from the cauldron. Two seconds later, she was surrounded by a puff of smoke. When it cleared, the cat became human . . . . sort of. Actually, the cat had turned back into Cronella Critch, the Tricky Witch. She had tangled with the Impossibles before, and as a result, ended up being turned into a cat for seven years. She was intending on turning them into cats, but Multi had deflected her brew with his shield, and sent it right back at her.
"Ahhhh!" she sighed. "Finally! Now I can work on getting my revenge on those Impossibles!"
Cronella went to her spell book, and began looking for the perfect spell, when she suddenly heard noises outside. It sounded like a bat. She opened her window, and indeed, a purple bat flew inside. It flapped around a little, and in a puff of purple smoke, the bat turned into a pretty blond haired, blue eyed teenage girl, about fourteen years old. She wore a gold and purple dress, white boots, and a black witch's hat. Cronella looked at her and then groaned.
"Oh, spiderwebs," she muttered. "Danalleah Critch, what are you doing here?!"
"I came to see you," the girl said. "School's out for the holiday, so I came to spend it with you, Mother."
"Darn private witch's schools," Cronella grumbled. "They can't keep them in the dorms for the holidays."
Cronella didn't like uninvited guests, even if they were family. Fourteen years ago, Cronella had gotten involved with a vampire in Transylvania for a one night stand, which resulted in Danalleah. Danalleah was part vampire, and part witch, but she was more witch than vampire, since she didn't have the urge to suck blood, and she could also go out in the daytime. But she was able to turn herself into a bat, and back again. The minute she was old enough, Cronella sent her to a private school for witches, so she wouldn't be bothered by her, but every now and then, Danalleah would drop in on her mother, much to her dismay.
"Well, if you're going to stick around, make yourself useful, girlie," she said. "I've lost a lot of my powers and I need to get them back again. I need you to help me gather ingredients."
"Of course, Mother," Danalleah said. "But how did you lose your powers? The only way a witch can lose their powers is if they get turned into a cat. Did you turn yourself into a cat, Mother?"
"No, you brainless bubblehead!" Cronella yelled. "It was those insufferable Impossibles! I was going to turn the three of them into cats, and they turned the tables on me! Now don't just stand there looking stupid. We've got a lot of work to do!"
"Yes, Mother," Danalleah said. Cronella gave her a list, and went to her cauldron.
"I want you to bring me everything on this list," she said. "And don't you dare forget anything, either!"
"Yes, Mother," Danalleah said, and she took the list, and turned herself into a bat. Then she flew out the window to get started.
"That girl will never amount to anything," Cronella grumbled. "She'd lose her own head if it weren't attached to her neck."
Meanwhile, the Impossibles, Shawn, and FG had found all the bits and pieces of their costumes for the party. They were heading for the Impossi-Mobile when Coiley's guitar began beeping.
"Uh oh," he said, taking the guitar. "Must be Big D."
"Wrong, fellas," Big D's secretary, Phyllis Dawson, said. "It's me. We've just received word that Cronella Critch is back to her old, tricky self again."
"Has it been seven years already?" Fluey asked. "My, how time flies."
"No, according to our snitch's report," Phyllis said. "She was able to mix a brew that reversed the spell that turned her into a cat. She hasn't tried anything yet, but we'll keep you posted. I'm mainly warning you boys to be on the look out. You know how these criminals are. They always hold a grudge."
"Don't worry, we'll be on guard," Multi said.
That night, while the Impossibles were rehearsing for their gig, Coiley's guitar began beeping again.
"Twice in one day," Fluey commented. "They're on a roll."
"What's up, chief?" Coiley asked, as the picture faded in.
"A break in Megatropolis Museum," Big D said. "You know what to do."
"Right chief!" the Impossibles shouted in unison, and in a flash (and we still can't figure out how the heck they do it), the singing Impossibles turned into the superhero Impossibles.
"Rally ho!" they shouted, and raced for the museum in the Impossi-Mobile.
