Multi wandered on an old western set, growing more and more nervous by the second.
"I never liked horror movies," he asked. "Especially when when they're happening to me! Besides the thought about the living dead makes me feel . . . ."
Multi stopped short suddenly. He felt like he was being followed.
"How does it make you feel, dahling?" Magnolia asked.
"Sick to my stomach," Multi replied, in somewhat of a weak voice. He quickly turned around and saw the Hollywood Has Beens standing there. Lizzie and Cathy took guns out of their pockets and aimed them at him. Then the two of them indicated an old saw mill in the distance.
"Okay, march," Lizzie said.
Multi gulped and headed for the saw mill. Since he wasn't able to change to his superhero alter ego, he didn't have much choice. Once there, Lizzie and Magnolia practically threw him onto the conveyor belt and tied him to it, though he was a little confused.
"I thought you had to drain my energy," he said.
"Normally we would," Magnolia said. "But your little dark-haired friend's got more than enough for us. His energy alone will complete the process. But you and your chubby little buddy will have to be disposed of."
Magnolia then turned on a buzz saw. Then the Hollywood has beens left to finish their plot. It was a lucky break that the conveyor belt was old and rusted. The ride was slow, but torturous.
"I wish villains would do these things in a hurry," he said. "The anxiety of waiting to get killed really gets to a person sometimes. What am I saying?! I've got to get out of this!"
Multi writhed around, trying to get himself loose. It wasn't an easy task, especially with that buzz saw humming, and it seemed to be getting closer and closer.
Coiley was still looking around the old movie sets, trying to find his way back to the Has-Been's lab.
"I hope I can find that place again before it's too late," he said. "I'm surprised I haven't run smack into a zombie yet."
Coiley spoke too soon. One of the Hollywood Has Beens' zombie slaves jumped out from behind Coiley and tackled him to the ground. The blond Impossible screamed, and shook the zombie off his back. Then he stood up and looked at it.
"Speak of the devil," he said.
The zombie growled, and more of them came out into the open, ready to do some serious damage. Coiley gulped and looked at his surroundings. This sure wasn't going to be an easy task, he knew that much. He raised his fists, ready to fight.
"Go ahead," he said. "Make my millennium."
The zombies lunged. Coiley began throwing punches left and right, which held the zombies at bay, for the time being. Most of them fell to pieces, and could be found trying to put together their arms and legs. Coiley made a face and ran off.
"I'd better find Multi," he said. "I think maybe we can find the lab together, rather than split up."
Coiley ran off, leaving the zombies there. Multi in the meantime, was still wriggling around, trying to get at loose. No such luck. He was tied too tightly. The buzz saw inched closer and closer.
"This isn't working," he said. "There's only one thing to do now. COILEY!"
Luckily, Coiley heard the scream, and ran off in the direction from which it came. He dashed inside the saw mill and his jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Splitting splinters!" he shouted. "Multi, what happened?!"
"Those Hollywood Has Beens caught me," Multi said. "Hurry, turn off the saw and untie me! We don't have a minute to spare!"
"Right," Coiley asked as he turned off the buzz saw. "But why didn't they take you down to the lab?"
"They said they didn't need my energy, or your energy. Fluey's got enough of it to complete their process."
"Holy horrific! We've got to hurry back to the lab!"
"If we're lucky, we can make it before they drain Fluey. Come on! It's almost thirteen o' clock!"
Multi and Coiley ran out of the saw mill, and ran for the direction of an old castle, figuring that was the lab. There wasn't a second to spare. They had to stop the Hollywood Has Beens and fast!
It was only a few minutes to thirteen o' clock. The Has Beens had their machine all set. Fluey had been restrained to a chair, with leather straps over his chest, lap, wrists, and ankles. A leather strap also covered his mouth to keep him from yelling for help.
"Is he ready?" Lizzie asked as she, Cathy, and Magnolia came into the lab.
"All set," Checko replied.
"Then fire it up, and let's get started!" Lizzie shouted.
Checko rubbed his hands together gleefully, and pulled a lever on the machine. A beam shot out of it and hit Fluey, surrounding him in some kind of glow. Fluey let out a scream as his energy was being sucked out of him.
"There's nothing you can do now," Cathy said. "Rally there isn't."
"We'll be young forever very shortly," Clerk said. "And you will be our zombie slave!"
Fluey believed that. He could feel himself deteriorating. He began to weaken, and his head slumped onto his chest.
"It won't be long now," Clerk said.
"We'll have all the slaves we want to do our bidding," Magnolia said.
"Not if we can help it!" Coiley yelled. He and Multi had reached the headquarters, and were ready to fight.
"What are you doing here?" Clerk asked.
"We're going stop you, that's what we're doing here!" Multi shouted.
"Oh yeah?" Grumpo asked. "Well, I've got just the thing for a couple of nosy busy bodies!"
"Keep the machine on the kid," Magnolia said to Lizzie. "No matter what."
"Right," Lizzie said, and she and the rest of the women handled Fluey, while the men took care of the cavalry.
The Marcs Brothers wheeled out another kind of contraption, and began to blast Coiley and Multi with it. The two of them dodged like crazy.
"What do we do now?" Coiley asked.
"Good question," Multi said. "They'd notice if we went over there and tried to bust up the machine."
"Yeah, and if we don't move it quick, we're dead!"
"This is a tough one."
Hippo began firing like crazy, twirling the laser in every direction imaginable, practically hitting everything in it's path. Luckily, Coiley and Multi were hiding behind a rock, so they couldn't be found.
"We can't stay here forever," Multi said.
"And if we go out there, we're sitting ducks," Coiley said. "And we've got to stop these creeps fast! I don't know how much longer Fluey can hold out!"
"We've got to get that laser off him, and onto the Has-Beens, before it's too late!"
"And I think I know how!"
Multi stared at Coiley for a moment, and then Coiley ran straight for Lizzie, tackling her to the ground. Then, he pushed a button on the machine, and put it in reverse, which transferred the energy the Has Beens had sucked from Fluey back into him, though he was still a bit weakened.
"Why you little . . . . ." Lizzie shouted, ready to strangle Coiley.
Quickly, Coiley turned the machine on Lizzie, and set it so the laser would suck the energy out of her. Then, Coiley turned it on the rest of the Has Beens, and started sucking the spirit out of them.
"No!" Clerk shouted. "You can't do this to us!"
"He can, and he is!" Multi shouted, somewhat smugly.
"I was so close to becoming immortal!" Cathy wailed. "Rally, I was!
The Hollywood Has Beens all screamed as they were being drained. Suddenly, the machine began to shake and smoke was starting to come out of it.
"Exasperating ectoplasm!" Coiley shouted. "With so much energy in this thing, it can't take it!"
"Hit the deck!" Multi shouted. He and Coiley dove to the floor, just as the machine exploded. Parts and pieces flew everywhere, as well as several spirits. They were all spirits of teenagers that the Has Beens had been draining.
With the teens' spirits gone, the Has Beens had no means of getting younger, and they turned into horrible looking zombies. They all sank into the ground and disappeared. Coiley and Multi ran to Fluey and began unstrapping him.
"Boy, am I glad you guys showed up!" he shouted.
"We'd better get out of here," Multi said. "I don't trust this place."
Multi had good reason not to trust the place. The group began to run out, but as they were, a hand of a Hollywood zombie reached out from under the ground and grabbed Fluey by the ankle.
"Ack!" he shouted. "Hey fellas! Zombie alert!"
"Oh no!" Coiley shouted. "They're coming up!"
"These Hollywood Has Beens won't give up without a fight!" Multi yelled.
Hollywood zombies began reaching up and grabbing onto the boys, trying to pull them down further into the underworld than they already were.
"What are we going to do?!" Multi shouted.
"There's only one chance," Fluey said. "I've seen every zombie picture ever made, and they can't come out when the sun's out. Zombies can only terrorize at night. If they come out in the sun, they'll just fall apart!"
"It's worth a shot," Coiley said. "Crow like a rooster! Quick!"
The boys began crowing like roosters, as loudly as they possibly could. They were pretty convincing. The zombies retreated, never to be heard from again. Multi breathed a sigh of relief, and then led the boys over to the old elevator.
"Going up!" he yelled, pulling the lever. The elevator raced to the top floor, which happened to be the surface level.
"Everybody off!" Coiley shouted, and he, Multi, and Fluey practically ran off it.
"Am I ever glad that's over!" Coiley shouted.
"After that, I am never watching those late night horror movies on TV for as long as I live!" Fluey yelled.
At that moment, a police car drove by. The officer stopped, rolled down his window, and leaned out.
"Something wrong, boys?" he asked.
"Well . . . . ." Multi said, thoughtfully, wondering if he should tell the cop about what had happened. But then he realized he wouldn't believe it.
"Think you could give us a lift to town?" he asked instead. "Our car broke down, and we don't have any way to call a mechanic."
"Sure thing," the cop said. "Where's your car?"
"Over there," Coiley said, indicating the Impossi-Mobile.
"What's wrong with it?" the cop asked. "Looks okay to me."
"Huh?" Fluey asked, looking at the Impossi-Mobile. He was completely shocked to see the car completely restored.
"But . . . . but . . . . . but it was totaled!" he shouted. "And . . . . . and the guitars were smashed up, too!"
Coiley walked over to the car, and pulled out his guitar. Multi pulled his out, and they were restored, too. They were just as stunned as Fluey was. Even the flat tire they had gotten was fixed!
"You boys all right?" the cop asked, coming out of the car, eyeing them suspiciously. "Can I see your licenses, please?"
"Really, officer, I don't know what happened!" Coiley shouted, as he, Multi, and Fluey handed the officer their driver's licenses. "We blew a tire outside the Hollywood Hotel and . . . ."
"Hollywood Hotel?!" the cop shouted. "There's no such thing as the Hollywood Hotel anymore! Sure, it used to be in this location, but they tore it down twenty years ago!"
"But . . . . but . . . . ." Multi stammered.
"But it really was here last night!" Fluey shouted. "And . . . . and . . . . ."
"Uh huh, I see," the cop said with a nod. "You boys do realize underage drinking is against the law, don't you?"
"But . . . . but we haven't been drinking!" Fluey protested. "See, what happened was . . . . "
"Forget it, Fluey," Coiley sighed. "He'll never believe it."
And that was all there was to that. The Impossibles just boarded the Impossi-Mobile and drove off for their next gig.
"I don't get how this could've happened," Multi said.
"Did it even happen?" Coiley asked. "Or was it some kind of strange three way nightmare?"
"I don't know about that," Fluey said. "But I do know one thing's for sure after that whole thing!"
"What's that, Fluey?" Multi asked.
"We need a vacation!" Fluey shouted.
The End
