AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here we go again with another infamous "sequel." This is another one that goes with "Family Secrets." As usual, The Impossibles and Big D belong to Hanna-Barbera. Everyone else you encounter belongs to me. Also, the Impossibles' real names, as well as Big D's real name, are my own creations, since they were never given in the cartoon.
The Impossibles were playing another sold out concert to a theater full of screaming teenage girls. Once they finished their last song, Coiley's guitar began beeping.
"The Impossibles reporting for duty, chief!" he shouted.
"We need you boys back at headquarters," Big D said. "Get here as soon as you can."
"Uh oh, this must be big," Fluey said.
"Yeah, we don't usually get called in for mission briefings," Multi said.
The Impossibles and their dog, Skittles, ran out the stage door, jumped into the Impossi-Mobile, converted to Impossi-Jet, and took off toward Megatropolis, and the SSHQ building. Once they reached the building, they immediately went up to Big D's office. His secretary, Phyllis Dawson, was waiting for them.
"What's up, Phyllis?" Coiley asked. "Something big?"
"You'll see," Phyllis replied. Then she pushed the button on her intercom. "The Impossibles are here now, chief."
"Good," Big D's voice said over the intercom. "Send them in."
"Go on in, fellas," Phyllis said.
The Impossibles walked into Big D's office. The head of the SSHQ science department, Reggie Johnson, was in there with him.
"What's up, chief?" Coiley asked. "Must be pretty big to call us in instead of giving us a briefing over the guitar."
"This isn't a mission briefing," Big D said. "I'll let Dr. Johnson take the floor."
"Thank you, chief," Reggie said. "Boys, we've finally managed to do it. We've perfected a way for the three of you to switch to your alter egos without having to be together."
"About time," Fluey said. "It took you long enough!"
"I know," Reggie said. "But science just can't be rushed. Anyway, here you guys go."
Reggie handed the boys a small device each. They were black, and had two different colored buttons on them (Coiley's were both purple, but one was lighter than the other; Multi's were red and black; Fluey's were green and blue).
"I color coded them so you'll know who's is who's," Reggie explained.
"Makes sense to me," Multi said.
"Do they work?" Coiley asked.
"We'll see in a minute," Reggie said. "Multi, Fluey, take a couple of steps back and give Coiley some room. Coiley, push the dark purple button."
"Huh?" Coiley asked, a little confused. "Why me?"
"You're the leader, Coiley," Fluey said, shrugging.
Coiley shrugged, and pushed the button on his hand held device. In a swirl of psychedelic colors, he was suddenly transformed into his superhero alter ego.
"Hey, what do you know?" he asked, sproinging upward. "It works!"
"Not quite," Reggie said. "We still need to see if it can change you back. Push the light purple button."
Coiley pushed the button a second time, and in another swirl of psychedelic colors, he reverted back to his rock 'n roller identity.
"Looks like the experiment is a success, Reg," Multi said.
"Not yet," Reggie said. "You two need to test yours, so you're on, Multi! Red first."
Multi went forward, giving himself some room, and pushed the button. His results were the same as Coiley's. He multiplied a bit to make sure his powers worked, pushed the black button, and transformed back to his rock 'n roll identity. Then, Fluey came forward, and pushed the green button on his device, at Reggie's instruction. He transformed, liquified for a moment, reverted to solid, and pushed the blue button, returning to his rock 'n roll persona.
"And thus completes the experiment," Reggie said.
"Exceptional work, Johnson," Big D said.
"There are a few things I still need to tell you guys, though," Reggie said. "These things will only work if you hold them. Meaning if someone else manages to get their hands on one of them, nothing would happen when they push the button."
"So, if we should accidentally drop it somewhere, and someone picks up and pushes the button, nothing?" Multi asked.
"Exactly," Reggie said. "Mike pointed that one out to me while I was working on them. He wanted to know how I was planning on keeping you guys from transforming if someone pushes the button at an inopportune time. Such as playing a concert."
"Yeah man!" Fluey shouted. "Good idea to include that, Reg. And thanks for finally finishing these. Now we won't have to worry so much about being separated when we're not in our hero forms."
"Right," Coiley said. "Well, we'd better get going. We've got a tour to go on."
And with that, the Impossibles left the facility. While on their way out of town, Coiley's guitar began beeping again.
"What's up, Big D?" he asked, once he activated the TV in his guitar.
"Run of the mill bank robbery," Big D said. "Nothing too serious. Just a routine."
"We're on it, Big D!" Multi shouted.
The boys then converted to Impossi-Jet, which also converted them into their superhero identities.
"Rally ho!" they shouted, as they proceeded to the robbery in progress.
Two men, one fat and the other skinny, wearing black and white striped shirts, black pants, and black masks were running out of the bank with bags full of cash when the Impossibles arrived on the scene.
"Hold it right there!" Multi Man shouted, duplicating around the masked men. "We've got you surrounded!"
"Dat's what you tink!" the fat thug shouted, and he whipped out a gun. He began firing at Multi's duplicates, destroying them all.
"I got 'em!" he shouted.
"Except the original!" Multi shouted, punching the thug in the nose, causing him to drop his money bag.
"I'm gettin' outta here while I can!" the skinny thug said.
"Rally ho-ho!" Fluey shouted, going into a quick conversion. The skinny thug stepped right into him, slipped, and fell flat on his back. The money bags he was carrying flew right into the air. Coiley stretched his arms out and caught them.
"We give up!" the skinny thug shouted. "We surrender!"
"When will these crooks ever learn it's impossible to defeat the Impossibles?" a nearby policeman asked as he and his partner took the two bank robbers into custody.
"Thanks a lot, boys!" the second cop shouted as the Impossibles took to the air in the Impossi-Jet.
"Rally ho!" the boys called out as they flew away.
The Impossibles then converted back to their rock 'n roll form and their jet back into car mode so they wouldn't get too many weird looks coming into town. They checked into their hotel for the night, and decided to catch a few Z's. They didn't have a gig until the next night, anyway.
"The work of a rock 'n roll singing superhero secret agent is never done," Coiley said, yawning.
"At least we can rest up for awhile," Fluey said, stretching. Multi and Coiley agreed, and the boys retreated to their rooms for the night.