AUTHOR'S NOTE: Forgive the lousy title. It'll do until I can think of something better. Anyway, this is the long awaited follow up to my story, "Trick Or Treat." Making a special appearance, two of my favorite cartoon witches: Hanna-Barbera's own Winsome Witch, and Looney Tunes' Witch Hazel. Now, for the obligatory message. The Impossibles, Big D, Cronella Critch, Mother Gruesome, Cromwell, and Winsome Witch belong to Hanna-Barbera, Witch Hazel belongs to Warner Brothers, and everyone else is mine.
POW!
WHAM!
KLONK!
CRASH!
SPLAT!
"AAAAIIIEEEE!"
No, you have not stumbled onto a rerun of the old "Batman" TV series. It was The Impossibles clobbering another crook, although this one seemed to get a little more of the brunt of Fluid Man's fist than the average bank robber. Once the crook was thrown into the back of a police wagon (head first, yet), the Impossibles reported back to the Secret Security Headquarters.
"Fluey, take it easy on these crooks," Multi Man said. "You've been kind of rough with them lately."
"Yeah," Coil Man agreed. "We want to collar these crooks, not kill them!"
"Sorry, fellas," Fluey said, shaking his hand out. "But I've got a lot of pent up negative energy here, and the only way I can get rid of it is if I punch something."
"The whole Danalleah thing still bugging you, huh?" Multi asked.
"That's the understatement of the millennium," Fluey sighed. "I hope things work out."
Multi and Coiley agreed. Danalleah Critch was a girl the Impossibles had encountered on a previous adventure, and also the daughter of one of the Impossibles' foes, Cronella Critch, the Tricky Witch. Danalleah broke into the city museum and stole a moon rock so her tricky mother could restore her powers, but then she had fallen for Fluey, and fallen hard, but she had been arrested for the robbery anyway. She was tried, found guilty, and deported to Transylvania, where she had come from (Danalleah's father was a vampire). According to the court orders, neither Danalleah nor Fluey were allowed contact with each other. They got around it by Danalleah sending letters to Fluey's aunt's address, under his real name, Franklin McAlister. Fluey had told everyone that he was involved in a pen pal program, and he always sent his letters to Danalleah under the name "Dominique Croditier" at a PO Box.
The boys went into the SSHQ building, and caught the elevator to the top floor. They were just checking in. Big D's Secretary, Phyllis, was at the desk, going through a stack of letters. Multi's pet puppy, Skittles, was sitting on her lap. When she saw the boys come in, her tail began wagging so fast, she almost became airborne. She barked, and shot over to Multi, slamming into him, and knocking him off his feet. Then she began licking his face.
"Okay, Skittles, okay!" he laughed. "I'm happy to see you, too!"
"Impossi-Pup strikes again," Coiley commented. Yes, Skittles was a super powered puppy. She drank an experimental rocket fuel that gave her super speed. There were times when she just didn't apply her brakes in time, and that was quite often. Multi often found himself on the floor after one of Skittles's greetings.
"Hi, guys," Phyllis said. "Done with another case already?"
"Yeah," Coiley said. "Although we weren't sure whether to send him to jail or to the hospital."
"All right already, I get the message!" Fluey shouted. "I'll take it easy!"
"On the upside, we're catching them faster these days," Multi commented.
"Anything new with the court case?" Fluey asked, just to change the subject.
"Same thing, Fluey," Phyllis sighed. "Nothing yet."
"Sheesh," Fluey groaned. "What is taking them so long with it?"
"Legal goulash," Phyllis said with a shrug.
Fluey just nodded and sighed. He had a feeling this was taking so long because of the fact Danalleah's mother was Cronella Critch. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything he could do about it. He felt a lot of agents at the SSHQ figured the apple didn't fall too far from the tree in that regard. As the Impossibles were about to leave the room, Big D came out of his office.
"Just a minute, boys," he said. "I have a very special assignment for you. Come into my office and we'll discuss it."
The Impossibles walked into Big D's office, and stood in front of the desk. They noticed Big D's phone was off the hook, and there was a light flashing on it.
"I have Agent Takamoto on line two," Big D said, picking up the receiver. "He's an agent we have in Seattle. He'll explain in detail about this assignment."
Big D handed the receiver to Fluey, which he found a little odd, considering they usually got their orders from Coiley's guitar. He would have normally handed the phone to Coiley.
"Hello?" Fluey said.
"Good afternoon," the man on the other end said. "I'm Agent Takamoto. Am I speaking to Agent Fluid Man of the Impossibles?"
"Yeah, that's me. What's up? Big D says you've got a special assignment for us."
"Yes, I do. We have someone here that we would like to transfer into your custody. Normally, Big D would have assigned any available agent, but she requested you three."
"She?"
"Yes, I have her in the office right now. Maybe she can fill you in on this."
There was a pause while Agent Takamoto handed the phone over to another person.
"Hi, Fluey!" a female voice shouted. Fluey froze, and dropped the receiver. He knew that voice. He'd know it anywhere. He quickly recovered, and grabbed the phone.
"D-D-Danalleah?!" he shouted, as if he couldn't believe it.
"Yes!" Danalleah shouted, happily. "I'm in Seattle right now. They finally made a decision on the case, and I get to come back!"
"That's great!"
"Yeah, I flew into Seattle this morning, and met with Mr. Takamoto. Tomorrow, we're catching a train to Megatropolis, and you and Multi and Coiley are supposed to meet us at the train station at noon."
"Got it. Train station at noon. We'll be there. Or at least I will."
"I can't wait! I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."
"Bye."
Fluey handed the phone back to Big D. Then he just stood there, staring into space for a moment. Multi and Coiley were staring at him.
"Uhh, Fluey?" Coiley asked.
"Rally ho-ho!" Fluey shouted, converting into water, and then shooting straight up and through the ceiling.
"At least your office is on the top floor, chief," Coiley said.
"I think he just went into orbit!" Multi commented. A few minutes later, Fluey came back down (luckily through the same hole he had produced when he shot through the ceiling the first time), and crashed to the floor.
KER-SPLAT!
However, when he landed, he had splattered Multi, Coiley, and Big D a little.
"Yeecchhh," Coiley grimaced. "That's one way of making a splash in the world."
"Sorry about that, fellas," Fluey said, as he pulled himself together. "I guess I just got a little too excited."
"So we've noticed," Big D said, looking at the hole in the ceiling.
"Heh, heh, sorry about that, chief," Fluey said, launching into his Maxwell Smart impression (you know, from Get Smart?)
"Never mind," Big D said. "Well, you boys have your assignment. Get to it."
"Yes sir!" the Impossibles shouted, saluting, and then they left the office. None of them noticed the big, black crow on the window sill. Once the Impossibles left the office, the crow flew off.
"This is great!" Fluey shouted, as the Impossibles were heading for the Impossi-Mobile.
"Yeah," Coiley said. "Now the crooks won't have to sue us for police brutality."
"Ha, ha, ha," Fluey said sarcastically.
"I'm just kidding," Coiley said. "We're glad Danalleah's coming back, too. You were really driving us to distraction over the whole thing!"
"I just had a thought," Multi said. "What about that mother of hers?"
"Cronella?" Fluey asked. Then he shrugged. "Eh. I'm not worried. She's behind bars, and all her powers are gone. I don't know how she could get 'em back, and I really don't think she'd be able to break out of jail without them."
"You've got a point there," Multi said. But he just couldn't shake the feeling that the Impossibles weren't quite finished with Cronella Critch.
And speaking of Cronella Critch, she was sitting in her cell in State Prison. It was about all she could do. When the Impossibles turned her into a cat, she lost her powers. When she tried to regain them, the spell went awry and they were wiped out permanently. And to top it off, she had been sentenced to ten years in prison.
"Darn those Impossibles," she grumbled. "The only good that came of this whole thing was that Danalleah is in Transylvania. How humiliating, having my only daughter fall for one of my worst enemies! What will the other witches say?"
"I'd say your daughter's a good apple spoiling a whole bunch," a voice said. Cronella looked up, and saw none other than Witch Hazel, of "Looney Tunes" fame herself, standing there.
"Hazel!" she shouted, standing up. "Witch Hazel, what are you doing here?"
"I heard about your little plight, dearie," Witch Hazel said. "I've come to help you out. I got a hold of all the witches in the union and they agreed to have a meeting at midnight. Now stand back, dearie! I'll get you out there in no time!"
Witch Hazel took a bottle of some kind of powder out of her pocket, poured some into her hand, and threw it at the bars. The bars to Cronella's cell melted. Then Witch Hazel pulled out her broom.
"Hop on, Cronella!" she shouted. "We've got a meeting at midnight!"
Cronella hopped on Witch Hazel's broom, and it took off, leaving a bunch of bobby pins spinning in the air behind them. Both witches cackled as they soared into the night.