AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was intentionally going to be something for my "Camp Monkee Mallard" site (see my profile for details on the site), but the more I thought about it, the more I thought it would work better as an Impossibles story. In anycase, as always, The Impossibles and Big D belong to Hanna-Barbera. Everyone else you run across is mine. It should also be noted that everything mentioned about the Impossibles background is fictionalized, due to the fact that their background history was never given on the cartoon. I know I've stated that before, but it doesn't hurt to drive the point across.

Our story begins in the cafeteria/auditorium of Megatropolis Elementary School. The Impossibles were playing a benefit concert there, to help raise money for the school. Coiley had been a student there, but Multi and Fluey hadn't. Fluey had been schooled by the Megatropolis Children's Home until he was around eleven, and Multi went to a school in his hometown of Southwest Harbor, Maine. His family moved to Megatropolis after his father had been transferred there when he was twelve. The boys didn't meet until the start of seventh grade at Megatropolis Junior High, and from there, they became inseparable. They didn't form their band until they became freshmen at Megatropolis High School, and the rest, as they say, is history.

The boys weren't too happy about this gig. They didn't like playing for a room full of screaming kids. Sure, they were used to screaming kids, but those were teenagers. Here, they were playing for a room full of pre-preteens, kindergardeners through sixth graders. There was only one reason they took this gig, and her name was Courtney Collins. She was Coiley's ten-year-old sister. She had boasted she could get the Impossibles to play for their fund raiser, since her big brother was one of them. Coiley had declined at first, but Courtney complained to their parents, and they had played the "Be Nice To Your Little Sister" card. And whenever one of them said that, Coiley was stuck doing what Courtney wanted.

Once they were finished with their set, they took a break.

"Man, this is one of the worst gigs we've ever played," Fluey grumbled. "We're not even getting paid for it!"

"I know," Coiley said. "All because my kid sister had to open her big fat mouth. I just hope she doesn't hear me say that."

"Why not?" Multi asked.

"Then she'll go tell Mom," Coiley said. "And since I'm older and she's younger, she gets away with it. The only time I ever get away with it if it concerns Sue or Reine."

Sue and Reine were Coiley's two older sisters, and they were off at college. While the boys took a break, Courtney came up to the stage, carrying the Impossibles' pet puppy, Skittles. She had big brown eyes, and long, brown hair, part of it up in a ponytail while the rest hung loose. She wore a dark fuschia long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and dark fuschia shoes.

"Thanks for doing this, guys," she said.

"Yeah, you're welcome," Coiley said. "But remember, you owe me big time."

"But you said a gig's a gig, right?" Courtney asked.

"Not when we're not getting paid," Fluey said. "I know it's for charity, and all, but next time, consult with us before you go and say you'll get us to play for your school, all right?"

"Okay, Fluey," Courtney said.

"Shhhh!" Coiley hissed at his sister. "Not so loud, Courtney! Someone'll hear you!"

"Sorry, I forgot," Courtney said. Oddly enough, Coiley's sister was the only person in their families who called them by their code names. Everyone else called them by their given names (Calvin Collins, Mark Mills, and Franky McAlister).

"How long can you guys go on without getting called from Mr. D?" Courtney asked. That's what she referred to Big D as.

"You know the chief, kid," Fluey said, shrugging. "We could get called in any minute. I hope."

"Ha, ha," Courtney said, sarcastically.

"You know how it works, Court," Coiley said. "If the chief calls, we've gotta book."

Once the gig was over, the Impossibles, Skittles, and Courtney went to the Impossi-Mobile. Then they drove to Martha's Diner, where Coiley's mom not only worked, but was also the owner.

"Okay, anyone not employed by the SSHQ, out," Coiley said.

"Can't I come with you guys for once?" Courtney asked.

"No way," Fluey said.

"Why not?" Courtney asked.

"It's too dangerous," Coiley said. "Mom'll kill me if I let you tag along with us. You never know when Big D's gonna call, and we have a concert tour coming up. I can't show up at gigs baby-sitting my baby sister."

Grudgingly, Courtney climbed out of the car and watched as her big brother and his friends drove away. Then she groaned, and stomped into the diner.

"Mr. Big Shot," she grumbled.

While Courtney was complaining about her brother, Coiley was doing the exact same thing about his sister.

"There are times when that kid really bugs me," he said. "She's a tattletale, and a tagalong."

"I'll trade you a spoiled brat three-year-old who throws a tantrum whenever he doesn't get his way," Multi said, referring to his half-brother, Adam (the product of his father's second marriage)."And not only do I have a bratty half-brother, I also have an older, biological sister who's Miss Priss. Not to mention a stuck up stepsister, a stepbrother who's a pain in the neck, and another half-brother with an IQ that reaches beyond a genius level."

(Multi's stepsister, stepbrother, and other half-brother, by the way, are from his mother's second marriage)

"But at least you have brothers, Multi," Coiley said. "I'm stuck between two older sisters and a younger sister!"

"Makes me glad I'm an only child!" Fluey commented.

"Don't rub it in," Coiley said.

"Besides," Multi said. "Courtney isn't too bad as far as younger siblings go. At least she doesn't try to manipulate your parents, like Adam does!"

"Your half-brother's only three," Coiley said. "Your dad and your stepmother will get wise to his antics. Besides, he doesn't know any better. I just wish Courtney would stop wanting to tag along with us. She knows darn well we're in a dangerous line of work! Besides, both my mom and my dad would let me have it if Courtney got involved in one of our cases!"

"Look, fellas, let's forget about the Sibling Sagas for right now," Fluey said. "We've got a concert tour to go on, and since crime's been slow, I say we should enjoy the peace!"

Coiley and Multi agreed, and decided to forget about their younger siblings (or in Multi's case, half-sibling) for now.