The Impossibles landed, and Coiley converted the jet to the Impossi-Mobile, and then began driving. Fluey took out the boys' schedule for the tour, and looked it over.
"First stop is a country called Khakistan," he said.
"Okay," Coiley said. "Let's go."
Coiley started the Impossi-Mobile, and drove directly to Khakistan. When they entered the city, they were met by at least a hundred screaming teenage girls.
"Who knew we were so popular over here?" Coiley asked. He began driving down the street towards the spot where the group was scheduled to play that evening.
As they were driving, the sultan's guards spotted them.
"There they are," one said. "Should we go get him now?"
"Not yet," another said. "We have to do this carefully. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves. We will follow them."
The other guards nodded, and followed their leader down the street to the auditorium where the boys were scheduled to play that night. The Impossibles were rehearsing the songs they were going to play at the show, with Skittles sitting on the edge of the stage watching them, thumping her tail against the stage, in time to the music. Suddenly, she stopped keeping time. Her ears perked up, as she heard someone coming into the room. She turned around, and began growling.
"What's wrong, Skits?" Fluey asked. Skittles began barking, and the boys stopped what they were doing, and looked at the audience. That's when they noticed the sultan's guards standing there.
"Don't let us interrupt you," the captain of the guards said. "Just go on with your playing."
"You guys the local authorities or something?" Multi asked.
"Yes, we're official guards of the sultan," one of the other guards said. "Our ruler, Sultan Khazaiah Sayedso, heard you were in town."
"No kidding," Fluey said.
"Yes," the captain said. "You three just go on with your playing. Let us know when you're finished."
Skittles growled at the lot of them, until Multi picked her up.
"Skittles, stop that," he scolded. "They're not going to hurt us."
But Skittles wasn't convinced. She gave a final growl to the guards, and spent the rest of the rehearsal in what the Impossibles had dubbed "Guard Dog Mode," which was Skittles readying herself to pounce, and growling a little bit.
"Sorry about my dog," Multi said to the guards. "She's a little overprotective of us sometimes."
The guards said nothing, and watched the boys rehearse. When they were through, the guards approached the stage.
"So that is your American rock and roll," one said.
"Pretty much," Fluey said, with a shrug.
"Come on, Fluey," Coiley said. "We're going to go check out the sights. We've got some time before the concert."
"Okay, fellas, be right there," Fluey said, as Multi and Coiley started to leave the auditorium. Skittles followed, but stopped, and turned back towards Fluey and the guards. Her doggie instincts were telling her something.
"Skittles, come on, girl!" Multi called. But Skittles ignored him. She was more interested in the sultan's guards than sight seeing.
"Before you go, young man," the captain of the guards said to Fluey. "Might I ask you a small favor?"
"It depends on the favor," Fluey said, closing his guitar case, and standing up. "What do you have in mind?"
"Our sultan wishes an audience with you," the captain of the guards said. "A bit of a . . . . command performance, as it were."
"Playing a royal gig, huh?" Fluey said. "Well, let me get the guys, and tell them. I'm sure they'll . . . ."
"You don't understand, young friend," the captain of the guards said, grabbing Fluey's wrist. "He does not want an audience with the band. Just with you."
"Just me?" Fluey asked, confused. "But why? I don't get it."
"You soon will," the captain said, pulling Fluey off the stage, and he started out the door. "Now come along. We mustn't keep the sultan waiting."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Fluey yelled, trying to pull away from the guard. "Let go of me, buster, or you're gonna be sorry!"
"I had a feeling you would be a feisty one," the captain said.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet, pal!" Fluey said. He dropped his guitar case, wound up his fist, and gave the captain a good, hard sock in the jaw. The captain was so stunned, he let go of Fluey. Immediately, the black haired teenager grabbed his guitar case, and tried to make a run for it, but two more guards grabbed him by the arms.
"You're coming with us!" one shouted.
"Let me go!" Fluey yelled. Then he caught sight of Skittles on the stage. "Skittles! Hurry! Get Multi and Coiley!"
Skittles barked, and she ran out of the theater. Coiley and Multi were sitting in the Impossi-Mobile, waiting somewhat impatiently.
"What's taking him so long?" Coiley asked.
"Uh oh," Multi said, just as a flash of light came out of the theater, and streaked towards the car. "Skittles is doing the Impossi-Pup routine. Must be trouble."
Skittles slammed right into Multi, pushing the mop-topped teen against the car seat. Multi groaned.
"Skittles, you've got to learn to apply your brakes," he said. Skittles began to bark hysterically then. Multi and Coiley knew she only did that when there was trouble.
"Come on, Multi," Coiley said. "Judging by the way Skittles is barking, I'd say there's trouble in there."
"And Fluey could be right in the middle of it," Multi said.
"Rally ho!" both Multi and Coiley shouted, and they raced back into the theater. Skittles ran ahead of them, and did the pointer routine (poing!) Coiley and Multi saw the sultan's guards trying to drag Fluey out of the theater, but they were having a difficult time doing so. Fluey was resistant, they knew that.
"Go get 'em, Skittles!" Multi shouted.
Skittles barked, and zoomed towards the guards. She bit one on the leg, and zoomed to the other and bit him in the rear end.
"Ouch!" one yelled.
"Eeeyow!" the other shouted, ultimately letting go of Fluey. Immediately, Fluey ran toward his friends.
"Thanks, fellas," he said. "We'd better do the superhero thing before they try again!"
"Good idea," Coiley said, and in a flash, the singing Impossibles became the superhero Impossibles. Skittles barked three times, did a backflip, and was transformed into Impossi-Pup.
"Rally ho!" they shouted.
"What is this?!" one of the guards shouted.
"Who cares?" the captain said. "Just grab him!"
Two guards ran for Fluey. He quickly converted to liquid, and spread himself on the floor. The two guards slipped, fell, and crash landed right on their backs. Then, Fluey took off.
"Incompetent fools!" the captain yelled.
Two more guards charged the boys. Multi duplicated himself, and surrounded them.
"I've got you surrounded!" he shouted. The two guards whipped out their swords and began slashing the duplicates, destroying them.
"That's all of them," one said.
"Except the original!" the original Multi yelled, making one more duplicate of himself. Then, he and his duplicate whacked the guards over the head with their shields.
"Bumbling idiots!" the captain yelled. "Looks like I'll have to do everything myself! You're coming with me, boy, whether you like it or not!"
"Guess again, tall, dark, and gruesome!" Fluey shouted. He converted to liquid, and shot through the sprinkler system. Then, before the captain could do anything else, Coiley sprang forward, and punched the captain in the nose. The force of the punch sent him straight into the wall.
"All clear, Fluey!" Coiley called. Fluey came out of the sprinkler system, and streamed for the door.
"Let's split before they come to!" he shouted.
"Good idea!" Coiley shouted, and the Impossibles and Skittles beat a hasty retreat to the Impossi-Mobile, and sped off. The guards got their wits back shortly afterwards, but there was no way they'd be able to catch up with the boys now.
"We'd better report back to the sultan," the captain said. "We'll try again later."
The guards left to report to their ruler. Meanwhile, the Impossibles stopped their car once they felt they were far enough away from the guards.
"I think we lost them," Multi said.
"What do those guards want with you anyway, Fluey?" Coiley asked.
"Beats me," Fluey said, shrugging. "They said the sultan wanted an audience with me. I don't think I want to know about it."
"Well, we'd better be on guard," Multi said. "You know the old saying. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again."
"Right," Fluey said. "And what's more, they know where we're playing tonight!"
Coiley and Multi nodded, and the trio drove off. Meanwhile, the guards were reporting back to Sultan Khazaiah Sayedso.
"They have arrived in town, your majesty," the captain said. "And we tried to bring the dark haired one back here, but he wouldn't come. We didn't tell him who we think he is, because it would only cause a frenzy among the townspeople."
"That is true," the sultan said. "You must try again. It's obvious the prince doesn't remember who he is."
"Father, are we even sure he's Ali?" Sandrina asked.
"Yes, Sandrina," the sultan said. "I'm sure he is."
"Well I'm not," Sandrina said. "I think, if Ali hasn't been found in sixteen years, then he must be dead."
"No one can prove it, daughter."
Sandrina sighed frustratedly, and left the room. She wasn't happy with the turn of events. She wanted to be queen. She only hoped that the guards were unable to carry out their orders.
That night, the Impossibles were playing at the Khakistan auditorium to a sell out crowd. Of course, most of the members of the audience were teenage girls. The sultan's guards were waiting outside the auditorium, right by the stage door. They figured, since the Impossi-Mobile was parked right by the door, the trio would be exiting that way.
"Are you sure this will work?" one guard asked.
"You know the old saying," the captain of the guards said. "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again."
"But how long do we have to stand out here waiting for them?"
"As long as it takes."
The other guard sighed. Something was telling him this was going to be a long night. Inside, as the Impossibles took a break, Coiley noticed something.
"I haven't seen those guards tonight," he said.
"Don't push it, Coiley," Fluey said. "I'm getting an icky feeling in the pit of my stomach that we're not through with them."
The boys then went back on the stage and performed a couple more songs. Once they were finished with their gig, they started to leave the auditorium. They didn't even see the guards standing at the back door. The minute Fluey walked out of the stage door, the captain of the guards grabbed him, clamping his hand over the teenager's mouth, to prevent him from calling for help.
"Gotcha now!" he laughed. "Now then, I do believe you have an appointment with the sultan."
Luckily, the act didn't go unnoticed. Skittles began growling, and barking so much, Multi and Coiley turned around. But before they could do anything, Skittles barked three times, back flipped, and changed to Impossi-Pup. Her legs began spinning around until they became a blur, and she took off towards the sultan's guards, faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single . . . . .(whoops! Wrong cartoon!)
Anyway, Impossi-Pup slammed into the captain of the guards, pushing him right through the wall of the auditorium. Immediately, Fluey raced to Multi and Coiley.
"Geesh, that dog doesn't know her own strength!" he shouted.
"Skittles!" Multi called, then whistled. "Come here, girl!"
Skittles barked, and then trotted out of the hole in the wall, like a pony. Then, she jumped into Multi's arms, and began licking his face. The other guard just stood there dumbfounded. The Impossibles decided to get out of there ASAP, before either of the guards could get their wits back.
"Sir, are you all right?" the guard asked his captain.
"If I may quote my favorite cartoon character, Dick Dastardly," the captain of the guards said. "Drat, drat, and double drat! We'll never get him this way."
"His friends and that puny little dog of theirs spoil everything," the other guard said. "We'll have to separate them, and that's going to be easier said than done. Those three . . . . uhh, four . . . . . always seem to be together."
"You know the old saying. Third time's the charm."
The two guards left the auditorium then. They had some serious thinking to do.
The next morning, the Impossibles were in their hotel room, trying to figure out what was going on. Coiley was talking to Big D via his guitar.
"This has been the second attempt, chief," he said. "None of us can figure out why they're even after Fluey."
"I'll have to look into this one," Big D said. "In the meantime, be extremely careful."
"Will do, chief," Coiley said.
"So now what do we do?" Fluey asked as Coiley ended the transmission.
"I guess we'll have to stay here until tonight," Coiley said. "We've got another concert lined up at the auditorium."
"One thing's for sure, Fluey," Multi said. "We're not letting you out of our sight for a minute while we're here!"
"Oh yeah, like that's not gonna drive me nuts," Fluey said, sarcastically.
"Sorry, Fluey, but it's for your own good," Coiley said, shrugging.
"I just don't get it," Fluey sighed. "What in the world could this sultan want with me?"
Multi and Coiley couldn't answer that one, either. It looked like it was going to remain a mystery to the three of them. That night, the trio left the hotel for the auditorium. This time, the sultan's guards had a fool proof plan. As the Impossibles were playing, the guards put night vision goggles, and then cut the power to the auditorium.
"Hey, man, who killed the lights?" Fluey asked.
"I'm getting a bad feeling about this," Coiley said.
"We'd better get to the bottom of this," Multi said.
Multi couldn't have chosen a more appropriate phrase. At that exact moment, a trap door opened on the stage, and Fluey fell right through it. He crashed directly to the floor below, hard.
"Ow!" he shouted, once he hit. "Oooh, watch out for that first step. It's a long one!"
"So, young musician, we meet again," the captain of the guards said.
"Oh brother, not you again!" Fluey shouted. "What do you want with me, anyway?"
"That's for us to know, and you to find out. And this time, you will not escape."
"Don't bet on it, buster!"
Fluey was about to run, but he was blocked off by a group of the guards. He tried to go in another direction, but once again, the guards blocked his path. He was surrounded, and trapped. The captain of the guards laughed, and approached Fluey. He then threw a large tarp of sorts over the teenager.
"This is one job that's in the bag," he laughed at his own (bad) joke. "All right, men, let's report back to the sultan!"