AUTHOR'S NOTE: It should be noted that the title character is an OC. And, as I have stated in my Impossibles origin story, since their real names were never given, I have made them up. As always, The Impossibles and Big D belong to HB, everyone else is mine.
The Impossibles were playing another sold out concert. Their teenage fans were practically screaming their heads off. Nobody could hear a thing.
"You know when we were signing autographs at that record store," Fluid Man said. "And I said my hand was starting to get cramped, and you said 'thus is the price of fame' Coiley?"
"Yeah?" Coil Man asked.
"Well, I think loss of hearing is another price of fame."
"Huh?" Multi Man asked.
"I rest my case," Fluey replied.
Multi resisted the urge to swat his band mate upside the head. This was only because his girlfriend, Shawn, was coming over to the trio.
"I hate to break this up," she said. "But there's an alarm going off at the bank across the street."
"Duty calls," Multi said. "Let's go, fellas."
And so, the singing Impossibles became the superhero Impossibles, off on another mission.
"Rally ho!" the trio cried as they raced to the bank across the street.
The crook was your everyday bank robber. Black mask, striped shirt, simple pistol. A mere cakewalk for the Impossibles.
"This is too easy," Coiley said. He stretched his arms forward, and grabbed the crook's loot in one hand and his gun in the other.
"Hey what the . . . . ." he started to say. He turned around and saw the Impossibles standing there, and then he started to run.
"Let me outta here!" he shouted.
"Not so fast!" Multi shouted, duplicating rapidly until he surrounded the crook. The crook reached for his gun, but realized he didn't have it.
"Uh oh," he said. "Yeeeaaaauugggghhh!"
The crook jumped straight into the air and dove into the back of a police wagon.
"That was easier than I thought," Fluey said.
Multi and Coiley agreed, and the trip walked back to the arena where they were playing. The next day, the boys had a day off from both performing and crime fighting, so they went out sightseeing with Shawn accompanying them.
"I'm glad you guys finally got a break!" Shawn shouted. "Almost every single time I turn around, you have to go fight crime."
"Thus is the life of a superhero," Coiley said.
"Crime never sleeps, and neither do we," Fluey said.
"Very poetic," Shawn said, sarcastically. "You should write for Hallmark."
"Very funny."
Shawn giggled but kept her mouth shut. She and Fluey enjoyed ribbing each other. It was all in fun, anyway. Just as the foursome started to enjoy the quiet, an alarm went off.
"Never fails," Shawn said.
"Here we go again," Coiley said.
"Rally ho!" the Impossibles shouted, changing into their alter egos (and your author can't figure out how in the world they do it).
The alarm had sounded from a nearby jewelry store. The robber, similar to the one from the day before, was running out, firing his gun. Fluey transformed from solid to liquid for a head on attack.
"Rally ho-ho!" he shouted, slamming directly into the crook, and knocking him off his feet.
"What the heck was that?" he asked. Then he looked up.
"Oh no!" he groaned. "The Impossibles! I'd better get out of here!"
"Oh no you don't," Multi said, blocking the crook's path with his duplicates.
"Oh yeah?" the crook asked. "Well take this!"
The crook fired his gun at the duplicates, and every last one of them disintegrated.
"You got every one except the original!" Multi shouted.
"So what?" the crook asked. "I've got reinforcements!"
The crook pulled a remote control out of his pocket and pushed a button. A helicopter flew in, and a very large anvil was hanging from it, right above the Impossibles.
"How cartoony can you get?!" Fluey asked. "I mean, I know we're cartoon characters, but this is a little too much!"
The helicopter dropped the anvil and it fell rapidly at the trio (you were expecting it to float down like a feather?) Coiley acted fast. He sprang upwards and caught the anvil before it squished them.
"That was a close one," he said.
"Yeah, but the crook is getting way!" Fluey shouted.
"To the Impossi-Mobile!" Multi shouted.
"Hold it fellas," Coiley said. "Look at that."
"Yeeeeeaaaaaauugggghhh!" the crook shouted, as he was washed into a nearby police car by a tidal wave.
"Now how do you suppose . . . . ." Multi said, completely stupefied.
Fluey looked a bit puzzled himself. That whole tidal wave was similar to something he would do. Right then, he knew what had happened, and it wasn't a freak flood, either. Only one other person in the world had the exact same power as he did.
"Fluid Girl," he said.
Multi and Coiley looked at their team mate oddly, until a motorized scooter zoomed by, leaving a cloud of dust for the Impossibles to choke on.
"What in the world was that?!" Coiley shouted.
"That's FG for you," Fluey said. "A little old lady from Pasadena in training."
"FG?" Multi asked. "Not your cousin FG."
"Ah-yep," Fluey said, folding his arms across his chest.
The motorized scooter backed up to where the boys were standing. The driver was a girl, wearing an outfit nearly identical to Fluey's. She also had short brown hair, and even wore a diver's mask like Fluey. She was his cousin, Fluid Girl. Her name had once been Frances Gwendolyn Quinn, (Fluey always called her FG for short) and she had grown up not far from Fluey's old home town (and she was the only person in the world who ever called Fluey by his real name, which was Franklin McAlister, and that she only did when no one else was around). FG got her powers from a meteorite that crashed to Earth not long after the Impossibles got their powers. But she wasn't employed by Big D. She usually tackled small potato crimes, and left her cousin and his friends to handle the big stuff. And so far, only Fluey knew about her powers, and he had given her the name "Fluid Girl."
"Rally hey guys," she said, giving the boys a smile. "Sorry 'bout the exhaust fumes. I gotta get this thing checked."
"Yeah, that's for sure," Fluey mumbled under his breath. Then he cleared his throat. "Hey, you guys remember my cousin FG, don't you?"
"Yeah," Coiley said. "How's it going, FG?"
"Not bad," FG said. "Just giving you guys a hand."
"Funny, I don't remember you having superpowers," Multi said. Multi and Coiley had only met FG once, and that was before the chemistry lab accident. But FG knew about their powers because Fluey had written her.
"So he didn't tell you, huh?" FG asked. "A meteorite crash landed in my backyard, and I got a little too close to it."
"I see," Multi said.
"Well thanks for the wipe out," Fluey said. "We probably never would've caught that crook."
"No sweat," FG said, and the foursome walked back to where the boys left Shawn.
"So I take it Fluey washed out the crook?" Shawn asked. "I saw the tidal wave."
"Actually, my cousin was the one who did it," Fluey said. "Shawn, this is my cousin Fluid Girl, or FG for short. FG, this is Multi's girlfriend, Shawn."
"Heavens, they're multiplying," Shawn teased.
"Very funny," Fluey said, sarcastically.
Coiley and Multi just laughed. But elsewhere in the city, trouble was brewing.