AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yet another one of my fanfics based on a computer game. This one is based on a game called "Twilight Phenomena: Strange Menagerie" (hence the title of this thing). The Impossibles and Big D belong to Hanna-Barbera, Dr. Vince and Dimon belong to the game, and Phyllis, Narnia, and any other incidental characters belong to me.
It was a typical Monday morning in the city of Megatropolis. Big D, the head of the Secret Security Headquarters, was going over some paperwork from a recently finished case, when his intercom buzzed.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Transmission coming in, Big D," his secretary, Phyllis Dawson, said.
"Put it through," Big D said, as he activated a screen on his desk console. A few moments later, the static on his screen cleared (though only slightly), and revealed a young woman with short, black hair wearing army fatigues. Even though the picture was fuzzy, Big D recognized her.
"Narnia Veretennikov, if I'm not mistaken," Big D said. Narnia was an acquaintance of the chief's, not one he particularly cared for, considering she was difficult to be around, and could be quite hostile. She was a member of an organization known as the American Victory Alliance.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Big D asked.
"Save the pleasantries, Big D, I need your boys," Narnia said.
"Did you just say what I think you said?"
"That's right. I need the Impossibles."
"You need the Impossibles?"
Big D was a bit surprised to hear Narnia say that, considering the Impossibles were not among Narnia's favorite people. She especially didn't get along well with Fluid Man.
"What for?" Big D asked.
"I'm on an assignment in Mexico," Narnia explained. "Another agent from AVA was sent here, but never reported back in, so they sent me to find him. There's some really weird things happening here, and I figured it'd be right up the boys' alley, considering they're pretty weird themselves."
"Very amusing, Ms. Veretennikov."
"Look, I don't have time to explain it! Can you send them down here or what?"
"I'll see what I can do, but I can't guarantee anything."
"Great. Tell them to come to one-two-oh-four Olmec Square in San Martinez. I can't get in touch with AVA and I just know there's . . . ."
Before Narnia could finish, the transmission was suddenly cut off. Big D began pushing buttons on his console, trying to get the signal back, but to no avail. Immediately, he pushed another set of buttons.
Meanwhile, the Impossibles were rehearsing for a gig they had later that evening, when Coil Man's guitar began to beep.
"Hold it, fellas," he said. "Looks like we're on call."
"What's the buzz, Big D?" Fluid Man asked, as the chief appeared on the TV screen in Coiley's guitar.
"I need you boys to go down to Mexico," Big D said. "I got a call from our old friend, Narnia Veretennikov."
"Oh yeah, Miss Congeniality," Fluey said, rolling his eyes.
"Come on, Fluey, she isn't that bad," Multi Man said. "After all, if it weren't for her, you'd never have Panther."
Fluey glanced over at his new pet cat, Panther. He was sleeping, curled up next to Multi's puppy, Skittles. Panther used to be Narnia's cat, but she had given him to Fluey because of her constant assignments for the American Victory Alliance, which took up most of her time.
"I guess you're right, Multi," Fluey sighed. "But what'd she call you for, chief?"
"Believe it or not, boys, she said she needs you to help her investigate something strange going on in a clinic," Big D said. "The address is one-two-zero-four Olmec Square in San Martinez."
"She needs us?" Multi asked. "Why would she possibly need us?"
"She said she couldn't get in touch with her own agency," Big D said. "But I told her I'd see what I could do about getting in touch with you about this."
"Okay, chief," Coiley said. "We'll go look into this. Impossibles out."
"Something must really be up with her if she's calling on us for help," Multi said, once Big D's transmission ended.
"Yeah, you know the four of us are like oil and water," Fluey said.
"But it's the chief's orders," Coiley said with a shrug. "Off to Mexico, gang."
"Rally ho!" the boys shouted in unison, and immediately headed for the Impossi-Jet.