It was about daybreak when the singing Impossibles drove the Impossi-Mobile back into Megatropolis. They had just completed a successful world tour. Not only had they seen the world in less than eighty days, they also busted about eighty crooks in that time period as well.

"Man, I can't wait to get home and hit the sack!" Fluey shouted, yawning. "I'm exhausted!"

"So am I," Coiley admitted, stretching after he stopped the Impossi-Mobile at a red light.

"That makes four of us," Multi commented, stifling a yawn himself. By four, he was referring to his puppy, Skittles, who was sleeping soundly, cuddled up next to her master.

It had been a long tour, especially since the singing Impossibles had to go into their act as secret fighters for justice throughout it. Coiley stopped at Multi's house, and right away, the boys noticed something was slightly amiss. The front door was open.

"Looks like your dad forgot to close the door again, Multi," Fluey teased. Skittles woke up, and suddenly began barking. Something was telling her there was trouble. And once she started barking, the three Impossibles immediately were on their guard.

"Come on," Multi said, as he and the others got out of their car. "Let's check this out. And be quiet. Whoever broke in might still be here."

The quartet quietly entered the house, and looked around, but everything seemed to be normal, at least until they heard muffled shrieks coming from the dining room. The boys ran inside to check it out, and found Windy tied to a chair, and screaming her head off into the gag tied around her mouth.

"Hollerin' hi-fi's!" Multi shouted. He ran over to the girl and took her gag off while Coiley and Fluey got to work untying her.

"About time you got home, Mark!" she shouted. "Where have you been, anyway?!"

"I told you before I left, I was going on tour, Win," Multi said. "We just got back into town half an hour ago."

"What happened, anyway?" Coiley asked.

"And where's Dad?" Multi asked.

"These army guys came in here last night and kidnapped him!" Windy shouted. "They also took apart his latest invention and took that with them, too!"

"What's your dad working on now?" Fluey asked.

"A shrinking ray," Multi said. "But he hasn't perfected it yet. All it does is blow up fruit."

"But what would an army want it for?" Coiley asked.

"Do you know where they came from, Win?" Multi asked his sister.

"I don't," Windy said.

"That's not going to help much," Coiley said.

"Don't worry, Coiley," Multi said, picking up his puppy. "Skittles knows my dad's scent. She'll be able to track him down, won't you, girl?"

Skittles barked in agreement.

"That, and we have the onboard tracking system," Fluey said. "Let's hit it!"

And with that, the Impossibles ran out for the car.

"Wait for me!" Windy shouted, and she raced out of the house after the boys. "I'm going with you!"

"Oh brother," Fluey groaned. "Multi, does your sister have to come with us? You know she's just gonna get in the way!"

"He's my father, too," Windy protested. "Besides, I don't want to be here by myself! What if those creeps come back?!"

"It might be dangerous, Windy," Multi said.

"Besides, you're just a pain in the neck," Fluey said.

"It takes one to know one, Franky," Windy said, glaring at the dark-haired Impossible. Multi and Coiley sighed. They knew darn well whenever Fluey and Windy got together, they did nothing but argue.

"Look, you guys," Multi said. "We don't have time for your regular arguments."

"Then I'll end this one," Windy said. "I'm going!"

"I don't think that's such a good . . . ." Multi started.

"I'm going, and that's that!" Windy yelled, climbing into the car. "Now let's go!"

"What makes you think you can boss me around, anyway?"

"Because I'm older!"

"Only by two years."

"Mark, shut up, or I'll pound you!"

Given the choice, Multi shut up, and converted the car to Impossi-Jet. That, in turn, converted the teen singing trio into the teen superhero crime busting trio. Skittles barked three times, and back flipped into her superhero alter ego, Impossi-Pup.

"Rally ho!" they shouted as they took off.

Meanwhile, at a top secret military base outside of Megatropolis in the mountains, Ken was just starting to come to his senses. He had one killer headache.

"Oooh, what hit me?" he asked. He sat up, and noticed he was in some kind of cell, and his hands were handcuffed behind his back.

"Never mind what hit me," he said. "Where am I?"

"The Atlas Foundation," a man in a general's uniform said. "I'm General Ryan, head of the foundation. Welcome to our facilities, Mr. Mills."

"Atlas Foundation?" Ken asked. Then he remembered hearing something about this organization, and how it was trying to take over the world.

"So what do you want with me, anyway?" he asked.

"We got word about your little hobby," General Ryan said. "Quite a tinkerer, aren't you? We heard about your shrinking gizmo, and we've brought it here when we brought you here. We want you to reassemble it, and make it work."

"What for?"

"We're planning to use it to shrink some things. We can't tell you what just yet, though. Confidential, you understand, Mr. Mills."

"And what if I refuse? What if I say I won't help your organization?"

"Then, I have three words for you, Mr. Mills."

"And they are?"

"Winnifred, Mark, and Adam."

Ken froze, and stared at General Ryan, nervously.

"If you don't do what we say," General Ryan threatened, "then there will be very unfortunate consequences for your children."

"You wouldn't!" Ken shouted.

"I would. I'm a man who gets things done, Mills. Now you have a choice. Build your machine for us, or your kids will suffer!"

"All right," Ken said, grudgingly. "I'll do it. But leave my kids out of this!"

"I knew you'd see it my way," General Ryan smirked, and unlocked the cell door. He led Ken out of his cell, and down a hallway. Ken hated to give in to this guy, but he didn't have a choice. He was thankful that at least Adam was safe and out of town with his mother. And he knew Mark could hold his own. After all, Mark (or as we better know him, Multi Man) was one of the Impossibles, after all. But Windy was another story. She didn't have any fighting skills, and when it came to danger, she was all girl.

But Ken didn't really want to risk getting any of his three kids involved in this mess. He knew it could only lead to trouble.