Author's Note: Feedback came from the short Impossibles comic called "The Fink called Feedback," but this fanfic doesn't follow up with the comic. The characters are from Hanna-Barbera, but the names and my OC Trixie are from me.
"What will it be, mac?" asked the waiter.
"Chocolate malt and make it a double," replied the stout teen with a mutter. The waiter finished writing down the blonde's order and walked to the other side of the diner to serve the other customers.
The sulking teen in the trench coat and fedora leaned his back against the chair while thoughts began flowing through his mind, "As I watch the rain pouring down in gallons, I thought to myself, 'Somebody up there must have spotted one brokenhearted sucker.' And that brokenhearted sucker was me, Carson Connor. It's been raining like this since that fateful moment when I learned the awful truth about love. People say that love is blind, but I learned that it can also be deceitful and cruel like a Venus flytrap. One minute you're moving closer to gaze at a fine specimen and the last thing you know you're being swallowed whole and chewed up until there's nothing left of you. That's how I feel right now, a pathetic pile of nothing and all because I fell in love with the wrong girl. No, she wasn't just wrong. She was someone else's girl."
A week earlier at the city park, the Impossibles were performing in front of hundreds of screaming girls. Once the concert was over, Carson's guitar began beeping as Big D appeared in the small screen.
"This is the Impossibles, chief. Reporting for duty," said Carson through the small screen of his guitar.
"There's been a report of a bank robbery. I need you to go over there and capture that crook at all cost," Big D replied and the screen turned off.
Suddenly, the singing Impossibles transformed into the Impossibles, fighters for the cause of justice. Manny becomes Multiman, Fern becomes Fluidman and Carson becomes Coilman.
"Rally Ho!" The super heroes cried out as they drove off to the Empire City bank in the Impossi-mobile. Meanwhile at the bank, a man dressed in green and yellow with a pink mohawk was holding the bankers hostage as he aimed his electric guitar at them.
"All right, everyone. I want all the money in these bags, pronto. Unless you want to hear my tunes again," said the eccentric robber.
"No, no! Anything, but that we'll what you say," said one of the bankers and started stuffing the bags with cash. Suddenly, a gush of green liquid knocked the crook to the floor from behind. When the robber sat up, he saw Multi and Coiley super heroes standing over him as the green liquid converted in the solid form of Fluey.
"Who the sparks are you?" asked the robber.
"So you're new, huh? Well, let's make this introduction short. We're the Impossibles and you're making a mess in our city. Just surrender and we won't be hard on you," said Fluey with a smirk and arms crossed.
"You think this would be easy, kid? Nobody orders Feedback around and gets away with it," the robber replied, as he grabbed his guitar and strummed the strings to unleash a loud blast. While the Impossibles groaned and pressed their hands against their ears, Feedback headed towards the door with one of the bags of cash.
"Fellas, h-he's getting away," grunted Multi and the Impossibles went after Feedback. When the crook noticed the Impossibles were chasing after him, he played his guitar again which caused Coiley's stretched arms to wrap themselves around him, Multi's copies to attack him and Fluey's liquid form splashed against his teammates.
Once the effects wore off, Coiley was untied, Multi's copies were gone and Fluey went back to his solid form, but got dizzy from the forced transformation. The Impossibles then looked around and realized that Feedback was gone.
"Holy holocaust, what just happened?" asked Coiley.
"Somehow Feedback's guitar can make our powers turn against us," said Multi.
"Great. Now we have a weirdo dressed like something out of the Jetsons and armed with a deadly musical instrument running loose," said Fluey, trying to get on his feet.
"Most importantly, we have no idea who he is or where he came from," said Multi, helping Fluey up.
"I think I might have found a clue," said Coiley as he picked up something from the floor.
"What you got there, Coiley?" asked Fluey as he and Multi went up to Coiley to see what's in his hand.
"I don't know, but it looks like a remote control, but with more buttons and a screen attached to it."
"Wait, there's something on the side of the remote. Turn it a bit so we can read it," said Multi. When Coiley turned the remote to its side, it had a label that said, "Property of Dr. Futuro."