Coiley, Multi, and Skittles were cruising around in the Impossi-Jet, trying to figure out where Fluey had gone with the bottle. They were doing that due to Reggie didn't have any of his experimental rocket fuel at the moment. He told them he'd mix some up for Skittles once he was done fixing their guitars and Fluey's watch.

"I hope he didn't absent-mindedly make a wish for something like we did," Coiley said.

"I just hope we find him before somebody else finds that bottle and realizes what it is," Multi said. Suddenly Skittles began barking, and she did her pointer routine (poing!) Even without her super abilities, she still had a nose for sniffing out trouble. The boys looked and saw a girl wearing a purple tank top, dark purple mini-skirt, purple go-go boots, and large, gold hoop earrings. She had raven black hair done up in a very elaborate ponytail, as well.

"Hey, look down there," Coiley said. "That girl kind of looks like the genie from the bottle."

"Come on," Multi said. "We'd better check this out."

Coiley swooped down and landed the Impossi-Jet in front of the girl. She immediately stopped and gasped.

"Uh oh . . . . ." she said.

"Uh oh is right," Multi said. "You're the genie from the bottle, aren't you?"

"Well, uhhhh, I, uhhh . . . . ." the ex-genie stammered.

"What are you doing in that outfit?" Coiley asked. "And where's Fluey?"

"Oh well . . . . ." she said. "He's . . . . with the bottle. See, he wished for my freedom, and because of that, he's the new genie."

"What?!" Coiley and Multi shouted in unison.

"We'd better find that bottle and fast!" Multi shouted. The boys raced for the Impossi-Jet, and took off into the air.

Meanwhile, Mr. Big's henchmen were returning to their boss's hideout with the bottle.

"The possibilities are endless!" Shorty cried out. "Gold! Jewels! Riches!"

"More money than you could ever dream of!" Slim shouted. "What would you wish for, if you could have anything in the world, Muscles?"

"Duhhhh . . . ." Muscles said, thinking it over. "A candy bar."

"Oh brother, how stupid can ya get?" Slim asked.

"All right, all right, cut the chatter," Mr. Big said, coming into the room. "Give me my bottle. We've got work to do."

Mr. Big grabbed the bottle from Muscles and yanked the stopper out of it. Green smoke flew out of it, and materialized into Fluey. He waved some excess smoke away, and coughed.

"Now I know why they say smoking is bad for you!" he shouted.

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Mr. Big shrieked. "No, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening! This just can't be happening! One of those insufferable Impossibles! Arrrgggghhh, I wish I had something to flatten you with!"

"Uh oh . . . ." Fluey said, as his hands involuntarily raised and clapped together. The minute he clapped, a large anvil appeared over Mr. Big's head, and fell right on him.

CLANG!

"Uhhh, granted," Fluey said, a little nervously. Muscles, Shorty, and Slim just stared. Mr. Big sat up, a little dazed.

"Daahhh, are you okay, Mr. Big?" Muscles asked.

"I got my wish," Mr. Big said. "I got my wish! YAHOO! This is great! Somehow or another, this twerp has become the genie of the bottle. And my slave, to boot!"

"Hey, wait just a minute here, buster!" Fluey shouted. "I'm not anybody's . . . . ."

"Quiet when I'm thinking," Mr. Big shouted, clamping his hand over Fluey's mouth for the moment. "Now then, slave, I'm getting rather tired of this small place. I wish for a palace fit for a king, made completely out of gold!"

"Eeerrrrggghhh!" Fluey groaned, struggling to keep control over his hands, but it wasn't working. He clapped them together.

"Granted!" he shouted the minute he clapped.

No sooner than when he said the word, an Arabian style castle, made entirely of gold began to rise out of the ground, complete with stairways, fountains, and servants.

"Ahhh, paradise," Mr. Big sighed. "Pure paradise. Now, tell me, slave. What part of the world should I conquer first?"

"Aren't you forgetting something, fella?" Fluey asked, folding his arms over his chest and glaring at Mr. Big.

"Like what?"

"Like the other two Impossibles? You've got to get past them first, you know."

"Oh yes, thank you so much for reminding me. Heh, heh, heh."

Fluey really didn't like the sound of that "heh, heh, heh."

Meanwhile, Coiley, Multi, and Skittles were cruising in the Impossi-Jet looking for Fluey, when suddenly, they were swept up in a glittering tornado. When it subsided, the three of them found themselves in a giant golden palace.

"What just happened?" Coiley asked.

"Where are we?" Multi said. Then the boys, and Skittles heard a maniacal cackle behind them, They turned to look and found Mr. Big.

"Welcome, Impossibles," he said. "Too bad you can't be staying long. Slave! I wish these two Impossibles and their little mutt, were turned to dust!"

"No, no, don't make me do it!" Fluey shouted, trying desperately to hold back his hands, but it was no use.

"Granted!" he shouted, as he clapped his hands together. "I can't look!"

But nothing had happened. Coiley, Multi, and Skittles were still standing there in one piece. Mr. Big was dumbfounded.

"What the . . . . ." he started. "What happened? What went wrong?!"

"Hey, sorry, big fella," Fluey said, grabbing the bottle's cork. "You're out of wishes. Only three to a customer."

"What?!" Mr. Big shouted. "What do you mean I'm out of wishes?!"

"Well, let's see . . . . . you wished for something to flatten me with, you wished for this giant palace, and you wished my friends to show up here, so you used up all your wishes. So long, sucker!"

Fluey laughed, managed to dissolve into smoke, and flew back inside the bottle, using the cork to stop it up.

"Come on, we've gotta get that bottle!" Coiley shouted.

"Not so fast!" Mr. Big shouted. He grabbed Muscles by his shirt collar and thrust the bottle in his hand.

"Muscles, open the bottle and make a wish!" he shouted.

"Daaahhh, a wish?" Muscles asked. "You mean I could wish for anything?"

"JUST DO IT, BANANA BRAIN!" Mr. Big shrieked.

Muscles shrugged, and pulled the cork out of the bottle. Fluey came out of it, in a puff of green smoke.

"Someone ring?" he asked.

"Now, Muscles," Mr. Big said. "Wish those two Impossibles to their doom! And their little dog, too!"

"Dahhh, but what about my candy bar?" Muscles asked. Mr. Big then started growling at his minion, ready to throttle him. Muscles gulped.

"Daaaahhhh, what he said," he said to Fluey.

"Oh no!" Fluey groaned, trying once again to hold his hands back. But he couldn't. He clapped them together, granting Muscles's wish.

"Frantic feedback!" Coiley shouted, as he, Multi, and Skittles suddenly disappeared. The three of them reappeared a moment or so later, tied to a stone platform, above a swinging axe, which was getting lower and lower.

"Sizzling C-sharp!" Multi shouted. "What are we going to do now, Coiley?!"

"I don't know," Coiley gulped.

Fluey was biting his nails in anticipation. He had to do something, and he had to do it fast!