Author's notes: The characters mentioned in this story belong to Hanna-Barbera. Everyone except the Four because they are made up by me. This is my first fan-fic so do give me some advice, but no bashing.
Ch.1
Somewhere in the urban parts of England, lies an abandoned warehouse that used to store furniture and other house-hold supplies, but now holds countless debris, junk and dust. The old, rusty building hasn't been occupied for many years until now. A large table was set for a group of odd folks continuously chatting about their years back in the United States and their raging hatred towards the law and the foes they all shared. Three knocks on a podium from a black gavel echoed throughout the warehouse, but the people ignored the gavel's rapping and continued their conversations.
"Order, order!" shouted the pointy headed man in green spandex as he hit the podium a few times more. There was finally silence in the building when all the people stopped and looked up at the man conducting the meeting, the criminal who was simply known as Professor Stretch. "Attention all. I would like to thank everyone for coming to this crucial meeting. Let's us begin the row call before we can begin," said Professor Stretch as he took out his list out of his pocket.
"Artful Archer?"
"Present."
"Paper man?"
"Here."
"Spinner?"
"Here."
"Cronella Critch the Tricky Witch?"
"She's still in jail. And a cat," someone replied.
"Oh, right. Now where was I? Oh that's right. Terrible Twister?"
"Present."
"Mother Gruesome?"
"Here."
"Satanic Surfer?"
"He couldn't make it," said Paper man.
"Why? Did he get arrested?" asked Professor Stretch.
"No he had to attend another meeting."
"What other meeting?"
"I think it's with some guy named Lavey."
"Oh, that's his excuse for everything! I can't go to your meetings because my cult is more important. Well if that's how he feels then that loon is officially off of my list!" said Professor Stretch and scratched out Satanic Surfer's name on the list. "Honestly, doesn't he know how really important this meeting is? But I suppose the rest of you do, right?" The villains sat in silence and stared at Professor Stretch with blank looks on their faces. "Oh, for the love of Pete! Don't you idiots even know why we're here!?" shouted the pointy-headed fiend as he pounded his fist against the podium.
"Um, no," said the group in unison. Professor Stretch glared at them for a second and smacked his face with his palm and groaned in frustration. "We are here because we all share a common problem. Do you know what that is?"
"Taxes?" asked the Terrible Twister.
"Health care?" asked Paper man.
"Hair loss?" asked Spinner.
"Speak for yourself, baldy," Mother Gruesome replied, poking her boney finger at the Spinner.
"No, no and no! I'll give you people some hints. Our problem has something to do with three teenage do-gooders. A duplicating red-head, a smart-mouth in a frog suit and a porker who jumps all over the place like a kangaroo hyped up on sugar!" More silence. "It's the Impossibles, you morons!" exclaimed Professor Stretch.
"Oh." The villains replied in unison.
"Ever since those meddling kids came to the picture, they have been thorns on our sides. They have defeated us and locked us up, one by one. Whenever we break out of the prison walls, the Impossibles are always there to drag us back in. That's why most of us are taking refuge in different countries, including this one, licking our wounds while those brats get to enjoy the sweet taste of victory. The victory that we shall never have as long as those teenage super heroes are around," said Professor Stretch as he clenched tightly on the edge of the podium and looking down at his fellow villains.
"So what do you want us to do about it?" asked the Artful Archer.
"I'm glad you asked, Artful Archer. I say we all join forces and take down the Impossibles once and for all!" Professor Stretch replied and raised his fists in the air as he laughed maniacally.
"We already tried that," said Mother Gruesome.
"Huh, What?" replied Professor Stretch after he immediately stopped laughing, but still had his fists up over his head.
"We have done that before, two months ago."
"Really? How did that work out?"
"Well, the Impossibles are still alive and half of us are sent to jail. What do you think, cone-head?"
"Oh, yeah. I forgot. Well, anyone got any bright ideas?" said Professor Stretch folding his arms against his chest. The villains glanced at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
Paper man placed his elbows on the table, rested his head on his hands and said "Let's face it, guys. Those Impossibles are just-"
"Oh shut up, Paper man. If I have to hear that sentence one more time, I'm gonna lose it," said Professor Stretch as he smacked his face with his palm once more.
"It's a pity we couldn't afford to hire some assassins like the fo-" the Terrible Twister replied, but his mouth was smacked by the Artful Archer's hand. "Quiet you fool. You know better than to utter anything about……Them," the Artful Archer whispered.
"What? What did he say?" asked Professor Stretch.
"Nothing. It's not important," said the Artful Archer, nervously.
"By the way you're reacting, I doubt that it's insignificant. I want to hear what Terrible Twister was about to say. Now spit it out!"
The Terrible Twister and the Artful Archer glanced at each other. "We don't have a choice, mate. We might as well, anyway," said the Terrible Twister.
"Go ahead."
"Right. In England, there's an underground company called the Emerald Swan corp. where the likes of us can hire mercenaries to get things done without dirtying up our own hands. But of all the assassins from the Emerald Swan, there are none that are more skillful, more blood-thirsty and more feared than the Four. The Four is an elite group of assassins who are very well known throughout Europe's underworld, just the utterance of the name itself could make any ruthless man die of fright. Common criminals such as ourselves always get caught for what we do, but not the Four. They can somehow leave the scene of the crime without a trace, literally. In fact, nobody even knows what they look like which got people to believe that the Four is just a nasty rumor. Well, no one except the people who hired the Four and even they are too spooked to utter anything about them. The Four is the best team the Emerald Swan got and they're not cheap. Only the wealthiest crime lords can afford such great service from them."
"If those guys are so famous, how come the rest of us never heard of them?" asked the Spinner.
"Because even though the authorities in Europe think the Four is a rumor, they are still afraid that the knowledge of the Four might influence other criminals to follow their example. Like I said before, you have to be really rich to hire those guys."
"If the Four are as good as you say they are, they can be the ones we need to get rid of the Impossibles. I say that all of us need to work together and gather enough cash to hire the Four to get rid of the accursed trio for good," said Professor Stretch, as he pounded his fist into his own palm.
"You can't be serious about this, Professor Stretch. What makes you think we can pull this off?" asked the Paper man. Professor Stretch glared at the Paper man as he walked up to him and poked his finger at the place where Paper man's nose should be.
"Look, you over-grown, origami reject! You can crawl back to your little hideout and stay hidden there 'til you rot for all I care, but I'll be a monkey's uncle if I don't take this great opportunity to finally destroy those little pests. Mark my words, I'll do whatever it takes to have those Impossibles six feet under. I'll rob every bank and house to get the money I need to pay the Four. Heck, I'll even sell my rubber soul to them, if they ask me to. So who else wants to join me on this mission to annihilate those brats once and for all?"
"I'm in!" the Spinner exclaimed.
"Me too!" said Mother Gruesome.
"Well, what about you two?" asked Professor Stretch, looking at the Artful Archer and Terrible Twister. The two glanced at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
"Sure," they said in unison.
"Ha ha! Then it's settled. Once we get the money, we will call the Emerald Swan corp. to hire the Four to kill the Impossibles and victory will finally be ours!" Professor Stretch exclaimed and laughed maniacally as the other villains joined with him laughing, sinisterly.