AUTHOR'S NOTE: This idea was inspired by an episode of "Chip 'n Dale's Rescue Rangers," called "A Lad in a Lamp," which was not one of my favorite episodes, but I thought it would make for an interesting Impossibles story. As usual, the Impossibles and Big D belong to Hanna-Barbera. Everyone else you encounter in the story is mine.

It was a late night at the harbor. A muscular sailor climbed off a boat, turned toward the crow's nest, and whistled. A pelican squawked, and flew down, carrying a wrapped package in his beak.

"Arrr, good show, Pete," the sailor said. "Now come on. We've got someone to meet."

The sailor and his pelican walked across the dock, and into the shadows, and began looking around.

"I be seein' no hide nor hair, Pete," he said.

"I'm here," a shadowy figure said, remaining in the shadows. "Do you have it?"

"Yarr," the sailor said. "I got it fer ye."

"About time," the shadowy figure said, taking the package and unwrapping it. He opened the box, and took a look at what was inside.

"Now what about me payment?" the sailor asked.

"Just send me the bill," the shadowy figure shouted, and took off without paying. The sailor was none too pleased.

"Arrr!" he shouted. "Wait a minute, you bilge rat! I risked me very life for that! I want what's comin' to me!"

"You'll get what's coming to you, all right," the shadowy figure said, glancing across the harbor. "In fact, here they come now!"

A red-orange speedboat was coming into the dock and fast.

"Rally ho!" the three passengers in the boat called out.

"Ooh, barnacles!" the sailor shouted. "It be those interferring Impossibles! Pete, go get me that box from that double crossin' scurvy sea dog and we'll rendez-vous later!"

Pete squawked, and flew off after the shadowy figure, just as the sailor took off running in the other direction, only to be surrounded by the Impossibles.

"The jig is up, Salty Sam!" Coil Man shouted. "Your smuggling days are over!"

"Arrr! Why don't the three of ye mind yer own business!" Sam shouted.

"This is our business," Fluid Man said. "Now, are you gonna come quietly, are do we have to get tough?"

"Given the choice . . . ." Sam said, thoughtfully. Then he turned, and ran off.

"After him!" Multi Man shouted.

"Rally ho!" the Impossibles shouted in unison, and took off after Sam. Their pet puppy, Skittles (who was in her Impossi-Pup outfit) went chasing after the pelican she saw fly off.

Impossi-Pup chased the pelican down the alley, and saw him swoop the shadowy figure.

"Hey!" the figure yelled, trying to catch the bird. "Come back here you overgrown feather duster!"

The shadowy figure was about to make a grab for the pelican, when he saw Impossi-Pup coming.

"Oh crud," he said. "It's that stupid little crime-biter of theirs. I'd better get outta here before she sees me! I'll go back for my package later!"

The shadowy figure ran off before Impossi-Pup could see him. She was more interested in the pelican, anyway. After all, it had the box. She revved up, backed up, and took off like a shot, running so fast, she managed to jump high into the air, and bring the pelican down to the ground.

CRASH!

Meanwhile, Salty Sam had managed to lose the Impossibles.

"They'll never be catchin' me now!" he shouted. He laughed over his getaway, and ended up suddenly slipping and landing flat on his back.

"See ya next fall, Sam," Fluey quipped, transforming back to solid.

Multi and Coiley came over, and slapped the cuffs on him, just as the police arrived. They took Sam into their custody and went off to jail with him. Moments later, Impossi-Pup came back to the boys dragging a pelican with her. The boys had to laugh at the sight. This bird was bigger than she was, and yet, she managed to beat it up.

"I wonder what ol' Sam was smuggling this time?" Coiley said, picking up the box that was in the pelican's mouth.

"One way to find out," Fluey said, and he opened it. "Hey, fellas, get a load of this!"

Multi and Coiley looked into the box.

"Looks like a bottle," Multi said. "Like the kind on I Dream of Jeannie."

"Maybe there's a genie inside of it," Fluey said, teasingly.

"You know there's no such thing as genies," Coiley said.

"Coiley, you don't have any imagination," Fluey groaned.

"Open it and see if there is a genie in there," Multi said.

Fluey nodded, and grabbed the stopper. He pulled as hard as he could, but it was stuck. Multi and Coiley grabbed onto the bottle, and the three of them pulled as hard as they could, until the stopper popped out, and purple smoke shot out of it. It materialized into a girl wearing a two toned purple harem outfit. She had raven black hair in an elaborate ponytail.

"Holy Arabian nights!" Coiley shouted. "There really is a genie in the bottle!"

"That is correct," the genie said. "I will grant whoever released me three wishes."

"Three wishes, huh?" Fluey said. "Well, all three of us sort of opened the darn thing. Does that mean all three of us get three wishes?"

"No," the genie said. "I am only permitted to give out three wishes at one time. So what I will do is grant each of you one wish."

"That works for me," Multi said. "Come on, fellas, we'd better get going."

"And you'd better get back into the bottle before somebody sees you," Coiley told the genie. The genie nodded, turned into purple smoke, and flew into the bottle.

The shadowy figure had seen the whole thing, and he was not at all happy.

"My bottle . . . . ." he said. "My bottle! No, no, no, nooooo! Those infernal Impossibles have my bottle! I'll get them, though. I'll get my bottle back or my name isn't . . . . . Mr. Big!"