AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here I'm crossing over my two favorite Hanna-Barbera cartoons, "Yogi Bear" and "The Impossibles." I got the idea while watching "Yogi's Great Escape" on Boomerang. Anyway, Yogi, Boo-Boo, Ranger Smith, Cindy, and the Impossibles belong to HB, everyone else is mine.


It was another, beautiful spring day in Jellystone Park. Yogi and Boo-Boo were hanging out behind the trees, waiting to pilfer the tourists' picnic baskets. Or at least Yogi was. Nobody was paying any attention to their picnic baskets anyway, or at least not a crowd of teenage girls hanging in the park, or at least at one table. Jellystone Park happened to be the vacation spot for the rock group, The Impossibles, and Yogi knew it.

"With those girls over there, no one will notice if we reach over and take a picanic basket," he said.

"I don't know, Yogi," Boo-Boo said. "Mr. Ranger won't like it."

"Face it, Boo-Boo. Mr. Ranger doesn't like anything I do. In fact, he doesn't like anything at all! He's an old sourpuss!"

With that, Yogi snuck over to an empty picnic table, and reached for a picnic basket. The minute he picked it up, Ranger Smith smacked him in the hand with a fly swatter.

"Yeeouch!" Yogi shouted.

"Caught you in the act, Yogi," Ranger Smith said.

"Why, Mr. Ranger, sir," Yogi replied. "How nice to see you."

"Cut the wise guy act, Yogi, and get back to your cave."

"Come on, Yogi," Boo-Boo said. "Let's go back to our cave."

"All right," Yogi replied. "But don't forget, I'll be back!"

Yogi and Boo-Boo went back to their cave. Ranger Smith shook his head and sighed.

"What am I going to do with that bear?" he said to himself. "Well, I'd better go break up that crowd of girls before they smother those singers."

Ranger Smith walked over to the crowd of all the teenage girls, screaming. They were throwing anything they had on hand at the Impossibles trying to get an autograph.

"Okay, girls, break it up," Ranger Smith said. "Give them some room to breathe."

The girls groaned and walked off. The Impossibles' "entourage" (which was just Multi Man's girlfriend Shawn) started laughing. Fluid Man began shaking out his hand.

"Am I glad you showed up when you did," he said. "My hand was getting cramped!"

"So was mine," Coil Man replied.

"That makes it unanimous," Multi said. "Sometimes it's rough being a rock star."

"To tell you the truth, I wouldn't mind it," Shawn said. "Too much."

Everyone else laughed over that one. Ranger Smith shook his head and started to walk away.

"What I wouldn't give to be sixteen again," he said. "Then maybe I'd understand those girls always chasing those guys around. Oh well. At least I know Yogi's in his cave."

Or so Ranger Smith thought. Apparently, Yogi and Boo-Boo did go back to the cave, but then they came back to the picnic area. Boo-Boo was carrying the Impossibles' latest album with him, hoping to get an autograph. Yogi was hoping to get a snack from the picnic basket Shawn brought with her.

"Come on, Boob," Yogi said. "Now's our chance. Their adoring adolescent fans aren't hanging around anymore."

"I hope you don't try to take their picnic basket, Yogi," Boo-Boo said. "Mr. Ranger said they were supposed to be on vacation. Besides, I don't think we should bother them."

"You want to get that album of yours autographed before they leave, don't you?"

"Sure, Yogi. But . . . ."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"But Yogi . . . ."

Of course, Yogi didn't listen to his little bear-type buddy. He just started over for the table. Boo-Boo sighed, and followed. If he wanted the Impossibles' autographs, now was as good a time as any. Shawn was pulling things out of the picnic basket, oblivious to everything. However, Multi saw Yogi coming, and immediately grabbed his guitar. As Yogi snuck up on Shawn, Multi swung his guitar and clobbered Yogi on the head with it, El Kabong style.

TWANG!

"Eeeyow!" Yogi shouted.

"Multi, what are you trying to do?!" Coiley shouted.

"Yeah, man, that's a government protected bear!" Fluey shouted.

"Government protected or not," Multi said. "I'm not gonna let any vicious bear sneak up on my girlfriend!"

"Oh my hero," Shawn said, sarcastically. "Multi, you're officially off duty. Can the heroics unless Big D calls."

The others started to laugh. Multi groaned and sat back down. He started restringing his guitar. Boo-Boo ran over to Yogi.

"I tried to warn you, Yogi," he said.

"So you tried to warn me," Yogi said. "Shee! When am I gonna learn?"

"Probably never," Coiley commented. "We've heard about you, Yogi. Always pilfering picnic baskets."

"Easy for you to say," Fluey replied. Then she noticed the album Boo-Boo was carrying. "I take it you're a fan."

"Well, yeah," Boo-Boo said. "Do you think you guys could autograph this?"

"What the heck, why not?" Fluey said, pulling out his pen. He took Boo-Boo's album and prepared to sign it, but his pen wouldn't work.

"Oh great, not again," he said.

"That's not the one that leaks is it?" Coiley asked.

"Unfortunately, yes," Fluey said, handing the album to Multi. "Oh well. Usually it works if I shake it a little."

Fluey began shaking his pen, but ink sprayed out of it, and hit Yogi.

"Oops," Fluey said. "Sorry about that."

"No problem," Yogi said. "I've always wanted to be a black bear."

Boo-Boo covered his mouth to keep from giggling, but it wasn't a very successful attempt. The others started laughing as well.

"Come on, Boo-Boo," Yogi said. "You've got your autograph, so let's head to another table for a picanic basket."

"Okay, Yogi," Boo-Boo said, taking his album. "Thanks for the autographs!"

Yogi and Boo-Boo ran off. Shawn began giggling.

"That little bear is so cute!" she shouted.

"There she goes again," Fluey said, rolling his eyes. "Shawn, why do you always do that?"

"Do what?"

"Go crazy every time you see something that is 'soooo cuuuute'? It gets on my nerves."

"That's why I do it."

Fluey rolled his eyes again. Then he dropped the subject, picked up his guitar, and began tuning it. Later, Ranger Smith came up to the table, looking a little nervous.

"I hate to bother you guys while you're on your vacation," he said. "But . . . . well, do you think you could . . . . I mean . . . . you know . . . ."

"You want us to sing for the other tourists," Fluey clarified.

"If it's not too much trouble," Ranger Smith said. "Everyone's been asking me to arrange it."

"Sure," Coiley said. "We'll do it."

Ranger Smith breathed of relief and led the boys to the stage where they were going to be playing. They started rehearsing right away.

"So much for the vacation," Shawn said.

"Are you kidding?" Fluey asked. "At least he's not asking us to stop some crook or something like that."

The others had to agree with him there. They didn't mind doing the superhero bit, but sometimes it got tiring, especially when they were on vacation. At three o' clock, every single tourist in Jellystone (well, everyone under the age of twenty-one at least) was sitting in the audience of the stage where Ranger Smith usually held programs and the like. Yogi, Boo-Boo, and their friends, Cindy and Honey, were in the audience to see the show as well.

"I hope this doesn't turn out like the Battle of the Bands contest," Cindy said.

"I'm in full agreement, Cindy," Yogi said. "But this is just one group, instead of a whole group of rock groups."

The other three bears agreed and waited for the show to start. The minute the Impossibles started strumming, the strangest sounds came out. It sounded more like a hoard of chainsaws than guitar music!

"What the heck is that?" Fluey asked.

"Sounds like a swarm of bees to me," Multi replied.

"More like chainsaws," Coiley said.

"I'd better go check this out," Ranger Smith said.

The Impossibles followed him, in case of trouble. Shawn followed suit, as did Yogi, Boo-Boo, Cindy, and Honey. They wanted to find out what was going on. They all followed the noise until they reached another part of the park. They found at least five people using chainsaws to cut down the trees.

"What's going on here?!" Ranger Smith shouted.

"Yeah, you can't tear down the park like this!" Shawn yelled.

"It's orders, Mac," one of the men said, handing Ranger Smith a piece of paper.

"What does it say, Mr. Ranger?" Boo-Boo asked.

"I don't believe it," Ranger Smith said. "Jellystone Park has been sold!"

"What?!" Honey shouted.

"How could it be sold?" Cindy asked.

"I don't get it," Yogi said.

Suddenly, a long, black limousine pulled up to the group. Once it stopped, out came a man and a woman, who were obviously very wealthy, and very snooty.

"What's the hold up, men?" the man asked. "I want this park cleared by Friday."

"Yes sir, Mr. Vandergross, sir!" the man with the chainsaw shouted, and he began revving up the chainsaw.

"Now wait just a minute here!" Ranger Smith shouted.

"Yeah, who do you think you are tearing down Jellystone Park?" Multi asked.

"It's progress, my boy, progress," Mr. Vandergross said.

"We bought Jellystone Park," Mrs. Vandergross said. "And now we're going to tear it down to build a mall."

"A mall?!" everyone yelled.

"I'm as much as a mall crawler as any other teenage girl in America," Shawn said. "But you can't tear down Jellystone Park!"

"Yeah, what about all us bears and other woodland type animals?" Yogi asked.

"Who cares about smelly old animals!" a shrill voice shouted. From out of the limo ran a little girl, about seven or eight years old. She had curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and a voice that sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard.

"This is the perfect sight for a mall!" she shouted. Fluey cringed and cleaned out his ear.

"I think I'm gonna go deaf if she screams one more time," he said. The others agreed.

"Mr. Ranger, he can't do that, can he?" Honey asked.

"Of course we can," Mrs. Vandergross said. "We're rich!"

"Mommy and Daddy bought the park fair and square," the girl said. "And we can do whatever we want with it!"

"But what about all the animals?" Ranger Smith asked.

"And what about Mr. Ranger?" Boo-Boo asked.

"Yeah, he'll be out of a job if you tear down the park!" Coiley shouted.

"Then he can get a job at the mall!" the girl shouted. "Right, Daddy?"

"Of course, Sonia, dear," Mr. Vandergross said. "And don't worry about the animals. They're being sent to the San Diego Zoo."

"The San Diego Zoo!" Yogi shouted. "Anywhere but that! I couldn't stand a place where they didn't have any picanic baskets!"

"I thought Jellystone Park was protected against something like this," Fluey said.

"Not anymore, kid," the man with the chainsaw said.

"It's all there, black and white," Mrs. Vandergross said.

Multi and Fluey read the contract over Ranger Smith's shoulder. None of them could figure it out.

"It's all Greek to me," Multi said.

"I can't understand a word of these legalities," Ranger Smith said.

"Hungarian goulash I understand," Fluey said. "Legal goulash, no."

"Now if you'll excuse us," Mr. Vandergross said. "We're going to take a look at the rest of this park and see what else we can tear down!"

The limo drove off, leaving a thick cloud of smoke behind it. Our heroes coughed and waved it out of their faces.

"We can't let them get away with this!" Coiley shouted.

"This is supposed to be a national park!" Multi shouted. "They can't tear it down!"

"If they wanna play hardball, we'll play hardball," Fluey replied.

"But what can you three do?" Ranger Smith said. "You're just kids."

"Just kids he says," Fluey said, rolling his eyes. "Ranger Smith, you are talking to the right teens for this job."

"You got that right, Mr. Ranger," Shawn replied. "These three aren't just kids in a rock group. These three are genuine superheroes."

"Superheroes?" Ranger Smith asked. "I'll believe it when I see it."

"I think it's time we showed Jellystone Park our quick change act," Coiley said.

"Right," Multi and Fluey said in unison.

Within seconds (and your author still can't figure out how the heck they do it, even though she's seen the darn cartoon about half a million times), the singing Impossibles turned into the superhero Impossibles, ready for action. Ranger Smith and the four bears couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"I guess they're for real," Yogi said. "But what are you gonna do?"

"Stop them from tearing down the park," Fluey said. "And don't worry about it. I'm just the guy for the job."

"I hope you know what you're doing," Shawn said.

"Piece of cake!" Fluey shouted. He had a plan cooking in his head.